A Late Birthday Party / MAY 26, 2063 Night

[therealbrianna]

[ After a short "vacation" at Tokyo, Brianna sends a text to her friends. It's a general invitation that stretches from her blade mates to her mentors, to well, the whole of Netsach (as long as she knows them. Also extends to some Zangyaku friends). Of course, she asks her parents for permission first. ]

SENT: 03:00 PM

Hello friend! It would make me very happy if you could make it to Haven this Saturday to celebrate my 520th birthday. Drinks on me. :)

- OOC note: Feel free to tag in whenever you like, whatever you like. 
- May 21, 2063: Date of text
- May 26, 2063: Date of party

Comments

[maggienificent]

[ If she has any intention of hiding from her father, she's kind of given up on that now.

Hey, give her a break: a couple of bottles from Uncle Hikaru, a shot with Brianna, several more because reasons -- she was raised right above this club, okay. She's got this... only -- not tonight.

Have a red fox curling up by your arm, Brig. Hiccuping, like, twice. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brigade is, in fact, taken by surprise by the sudden little creature curling up by his arm. Not a big jump, but it can be seen on his face. Pets in the bar? Until he reminds himself that Haven is open to all. And that this tiny, little thing must be one of Cisco's Changing Breed children. ]

Good evening. [ He smiles ] You look pretty happy.

[maggienificent]

[ Cracking open an eye up at you just then, and sitting up ( she is not wobbly ) before she scratches at one each and slides a look your way.

Have a voice in your head, Mister Promethean.

( I hit my happy place several drinks back. )

Yes. That is another hiccup.

( Hello. )

And yes, a fox can smile -- in it's own way.

Just as it can frown, nose twitching as it picks up a familiar smell off of you.

Turning back her eyes to you now and peering curiously in your direction.

( You've been talking to my Mom. ) ]

[atlas_shrugged]

Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to hit my happy place. [ He chuckles. He really has never been drunk in his life. Not quite sure he'd like it, after having to take care everyone else when they go three miles past happy ]

Yes, I have. She's a really nice woman. [ Inquisitor Montelibano-Profaci has been on Brig's "nice people" list since Quiapo. He wonders if his daughter is a lot like her too. She seems to be. ]

[maggienificent]

[ Yes, that is another hiccup.

Yes, this one's attempting to sit on her haunches and barely manages -- SHE MANAGES OKAY -- to not tumble over in a ball of fur.

( She is BEST! ) HIC. ( Except when she's making a fuss over me not being home, she does that a lot you know, nagnagnagnagnaaaaaaaaaaag.

But she loves me so I suppose it's okay. )

...No, sitting up is most definitely not the way to go.

( Sorry, Mister Promethean, I think I need to lie back down. ) ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig chuckles and looks for some table napkins at the bar. He folds them into a nice little pile which he thinks a fox may like, from what he's come across in the wild before and carefully lifts her up and onto it ]

Rest. You've had a lot. [ He smiles. Hoping she'll like the little makeshift bed. ]

[maggienificent]

[ Yes, that is a chirp of protest from this one because she's not used to being picked up out of the blue.

Yes, that is a pair of beady eyes peering up at you before she finally registers where you put her.

Yes. Yes, that is a contented purr as she flops down.

Winking one eye open now and narrowing it a little suspiciously before the look in them softens as she decides you're not a threat and mean well.

( Thank you. )

A beat.

( Are you friends with my Uncle? ) ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig just smiles at her. Also very glad she didn't take a bite of his wrists. ]

Yeah, I am. [ A softening of his features ] I hold him in very high regard.

[maggienificent]

[ ( Good. )

Yes, she actually sniffs at that.

( How'd you meet him? )

Because curious. Her Uncle Hikaru gets around, so new faces are assumed to be a thing -- but you're here, at the party of Aunt Tala's new protege and her mom seems to like you. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ That'd be a terribly long story ]

We first met back in World War II. Fifty years later, he had passed onto me letters an old friend had written but which never reached me. Then we met again a few months back [ A soft smile ] when he found and brought back to me a man I thought I'd lost so long ago.

[maggienificent]

[ She's pawing at her nose while she listens to you, before she settles back down on that little nest you put together for her.

Her eyes are back your way though, when she speaks back into your head.

( Life works out funny like that. It's nice to know that Uncle and you reconnected. )

She is naturally filing all this away at the back of her curious mind. She's clearly missed a lot in recent months, so maybe staying home for a while and catching up will be a good idea after all.

Have a yawn then, Brig.

( I should go sober up. Dad will be wondering where I went. Thanks for the nest, Mr. Promethean. ) ]