Birthday on the high seas

[tactilelearner]

Who: Spades and friends
Where: The Sun and other associated Spade ships
When: September 27th
What: Rogue is turning 18. Keimi organized a birthday party to her.
Warnings: Alcohol use, language, will be updated as necessary
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew and invitees and friends

Birthday party -- Spade and Strawhat style. There will be headings for specific areas! Comment under the headings, make your own, do whatever. Tag around, threadjack, etc to your heart's content.

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Pre-Party Distraction

[tactilelearner]

[Logan has been tasked with keeping Rogue occupied for a few hours while everything else gets set up.]

[donthithimintheballs]

[Distraction is easy enough.]

[Distraction means he'd conned her into some training on the Dipper connected to the Moon, making it the farthest away from the sun and the current set up.]

[With Rogue, it's easy because she actually seems to like training.]

[So yeah, working out on the Dipper is easy enough, and out of sight of.]

[After a couple of hours (and about close to the time he was told to bring her back) he stopped an took a seat, drying his face on a towel.]

Not used to you being able to keep up with me in trainin'

[tactilelearner]

[Between committing everything she can to memory and experimenting with the powers that have refused to ebb, Rogue has actually quite enjoyed herself.

The wind powers are useful, but sometimes a bit unpredictable. Still, with the little boat? It's easy to learn to gauge how much she needs to put into it to get the results she wants.

It'll come in handy if she gets stranded, definitely.

At his remark, she has to chuckle.]

Glad I can.

Physical training and survival skills are the things Logan really drills us on when he's around.

I think I'm only the second one at the Institute that came with any trainin' in martial arts.

Party Set-Up

[tactilelearner]

[Music, food, decorations. Getting everything set up while Rogue is dragged away.]

[seakingbait]

[It was easy enough asking Logan to distract Rogue for a few hours, and convincing Sanji to cater took little more than telling him the party was for a girl. Now, early in the morning, after Rogue has left the ship, Keimi arrives with a basket of decorations and a rather impressive cake.

Feel free to help her set up, or just get in her way.]

[meatthefuture]

[tries to lick the cake without Keimi noticing]

[seakingbait]

Luffy-chin no!

[She quickly lets go of the box of decorations to grab Luffy by the shoulders and push him away from the cake as hard as she can.]

When it's time for cake you can lick your slice all you want!

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel didn't get what the hyped is about a birthday still but maybe because he's gone so many years without one and needless to say he is a bit jealous. However, he has learned that the Spades are one and as such he will help out. Crocker gathers the dishes as he perhaps to set the table. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take all of them at once and have a leaning tower of plates... Someone want to help or cause some sounds of china breaking?]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur's part in this isn't too big. He has a boombox. It plays shiny little disc things he can buy at Deesuko Ballia.

Club music. Mainly of the dubstep variety but he's got some top 40 and some classics unwittingly thrown in because if you don't know the culture you just grab what sounds good.

Consider this your "requests" thread and let DJ Fishbro hook ya up. Hell yeah.]

[meatthefuture]

Hey! It's you! Blobfish! [he may try to tackle you] Hey play something fun!

[om_nom_namur]

Yer the shitty blobfish. Look at y'. The hell?

[Namur grabs Luffy's arm and makes it stretch so his hand dangles like... well, a lifeless blob.]

Ain't got any songs 'bout meat though, y'll have t' live with songs 'bout kissin', sheheheheh!

Party

[tactilelearner]

[Let loose and have fun. Food, alcohol, dancing.]

[tactilelearner]

[Given some time to get used to the idea that, yes, her new friends threw a birthday party for her (she was warned about it, but she kind of didn't expect it to happen, okay?), Rogue is actually social.

Full out social. Talking to people, snacking, laughing. Enjoying herself. After all, it's like a party at the Institute but without the awkward crushes around or anything like that. So better. Much better.

And, well. That music of Namur's can't be ignored. Before long? She'll be dancing without much concern. She's all gloved up, so she will happily accept partners.]

[seakingbait]

[Oh, so you think you're going to dance out there by yourself, do you? Keimi is quick to join her on the dance floor, adorned in an inner-tube-like bubble that gives her more maneuverability.]

Happy birthday, Rogue-chin!

[tactilelearner]

Thanks, Keimi. This is...

[Rogue flashes a grin. It's wide and open and probably the biggest she's smiled in years, just getting to relax and enjoy herself.]

Pretty awesome. Thanks.

[crackpotcrocker]

[The music begins to get Crocker's feet slightly tapping and before long is breaking out into some discoing on the ship's floor. Anyone want to join him or try to get the stiff to drink some alcohol? Upon seeing Rogue exclaims.]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

[Which his body twists in some ways that just maybe it shouldn't or that's part of this discoing.]

[tactilelearner]

Uh...

[He does that a lot. One of many freaky things about him.

But. Today's a party. The Spades and Keimi? Didn't have to do this for her. So, it's like Christmas. Goodwill toward all.

Which is why she smiles. A little unevenly, perhaps, but as much as she can manage for him.]

Thanks.

i have no "fuck, fuck i fucked up, fuck" icons

[freeadvice]

[Speaking of awkward crushes, there's someone in the shrouds doing like he do and being a huge creeper.

At least he was sort of invited, right? Right.

Gambit's laying down on one of the yardarms close to the rigging when suddenly he gets very distracted by Rogue dancing. Which he has never seen her do before and is, understandably, caught off-guard.

Enough to lose his balance and tip off the side and get tangled up in the rigging running up from the side of the ship about ten feet or so above the wooden deck. Ten feet above going splat.

It's very hard to look dignified trying to get your ankle out of rope without cursing. Needless to say, Remy doesn't try that hard.]

Sonovabitch!

[Classy, Rem.]

[meatthefuture]

Yo Fish girl! Happy Birthday! I got some stuff at Deesuko but I dunno if it's any good or not. [he asked about it and some ladies had giggled at him and given him small pots of lip stuff and a little bag to put it in, this he thrusts out at Rogue with a grin]

[dragonbadfaith]

[Draco probably has no idea how to dance like that, to be honest, but he'll come find her on the dance floor anyway. Mostly because she's the only one he really knows here, and while he'll cover up feeling awkward around everyone else with snark and haughtiness, he'd rather just talk to Rogue.

Also, he has a present to give her.

So yeah, he'll just be standing off to the side for a moment, watching her enjoy herself and waiting for her to notice him.]

[hiken]

[Of course, Ace hadn't been one for buying gifts he could manage it. Instead, he was seated on a railing with a bundle of straw, trying to make Rogue a sort of curved panama hat. He had a burned pile of straw at his feet--his failed experiments before he managed to calm himself down enough to do it properly.]

[tactilelearner]

[She's curious. And feeling social. So.

Hello, Ace.

Rogue will offer a bit of a smile, actually, glancing at the burned straw then him.]

Whatcha up to, boss?

Post-Party Stuff

[tactilelearner]

[Clean-up, general further milling about.]

[tactilelearner]

[Things are cleaned up, the music's off, and Rogue's... in a pretty good mood. Even with Gambit still hanging around. Maybe because of it. Maybe.

And, well. It was nice. All of it. Feeling really like part of a group. Part of this family.

She's got a bottle of rum, courtesy of a few Spades. And, well, there are a few other bottles not far away. Perfect for joining her. She's sitting on the railing of the ship, sipping it.]

[freeadvice]

[True to the bait, Remy pops up sooner than later. Maybe he's showing off, maybe he's just being him - but he walks her way tip-toeing across the railing towards her and (with a grace that should not have been possible considering how much he's had to drink) sits, wrapping his fingers around a length of rope next to him so she doesn't get any funny ideas to push him off.

He knows you missy.]

You keen t'share dat?

[His accent is a little thicker than it was earlier in the day, call it being tired or more comfortable or less sober - whatever. He wants some liquor and he doesn't want to move to get some.]