[IC] It's the Birthday of the OC above you!

”Trixie, I don’t even know who this Kenshin is! Why should I have to buy him something? If you’re such a fan, you do it! Oh, you’re working a late shift? Fine. But you owe me big time.” Ambrose groans dramatically, hanging up his phone. Why should he have to celebrate the birthday of some pop star he’s never heard of? Whatever, if it got him more brownie points with his daughter, he’d do it anyways.

Google searches didn’t help him figure out much, but he decided he’d need nothing more than his charisma and a couple Benjamin’s, and just about anyone will have a blast when Ambrose is around. He managed to gather the fact the star enjoyed his fans and…Candy Crush? Oh well, a $200 dollar Visa giftcard should do the trick. A bit of hypnosis and illusion magic helped him sneak into a concert, and he managed to get some words in with the man just as he was leaving the venue.

“Greetings…uhm…” The dumbass already forgot his name. Fortunately, mind-reading got him back on track. “…Mr. Yamada! My daughter’s a huge fan of your band, especially you. Sadly, she couldn’t make it to this concert, and sent me to help you celebrate your birthday instead. Here, have this!” He quickly slid the gift card into Kenshin’s hand, sporting a wide grin while leading him by the shoulder into a nearby cafe. He ordered him the most expensive pastry on the menu—rich people enjoyed pricy items, right? Hopefully, but Ambrose didn’t care and wanted this over with.

“I hear you and your band have quite the fan following. Impressive! Personally, I’ve never heard of you until earlier today, but you all performed marvelously tonight!” Slowly, the strained smile became genuine. He managed to loosen up and strike a conversation. Finally, a celebrity that was more down-to-earth! What were once fake compliments turned into genuine praise. Ambrose‘s love for music started to flow into the conversation, and managed to help with commending Kenshin in detailed analyzations of the concert performance. Hell, he was starting to sound like a bigger fan than Trixie ever was!

By 1:30 am, the both were still lively awake and having a grand time with whatever silly nonsense they were chatting about. Realizing they were quite far away from both of their homes, Ambrose resorted to his supernatural abilities, carrying Kenshin high in the sky and flying across to his address. Realizing he was both shocked and alarmed at Ambrose’s knowledge of his home, Ambrose hastily resorted to some hypnosis to make him forget the travel before shoving him into his room and leaving. Hopefully he didn’t forget the experience itself!

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@ NP, Ambrose LOVES his birthday. He‘ll shove the reminder down everyone’s throat, and make blatant expressions to remind everyone for the millionth time—it’s his birthday. His birthday is actually on October 2nd, if that helps with the environment! Despite the fact he’s a widely-feared serial killer, Ambrose always throws EXTRAVAGANT AND CRAZY birthday parties at his home every year; many people go for the thrills and fun alone, you’d be surprised at how many are willing to risk it just for the experience! Either way, that’s the best chance anyone’s got at meeting him on his birthday.

⬇️ WAIT STOP THIS IS SO CUTE OMGG 😭I LOVED THAT SM ill try to sneak in a follow up later

sorry for the wait! / assume for the purpose of the roleplay, and in general, that the beads are like, 2-3 inches tall? not actually kandi bead-sized, but very small.

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It was going to be a huge day for the kandis. Ever since they'd been informed of some crazy and incredible birthday party happening not too far from their current location, all five of them had been cheering, running around, and brimming with excitement. After all, for the five children, there was nothing better to do any day than go to a birthday party. Each of them murmured and whispered about cupcakes and balloons and confetti, things they might have only heard about, and were excited to see.

When it was time to leave, Millie had everything prepared - the gifts weren't wrapped, such being hard to do in the first place, so he figured they would be carried in formation. He carefully placed one gift on each of his siblings before propping the final one up on himself. The gifts weren't quite the fanciest - Millie carried a poorly made origami frog, Buggy carefully held two rusty coins, Twee and Quib worked together to balance a half-blossomed dandelion, and Bubs contentedly wore a silver bottle cap as a hat. They all lined up behind Millie, getting ready to arrive to the party.

It took a minute for them to get through the door, but once they did so, they were filled with... mixed emotions. It certainly wasn't the cake-icecream-and-sprinkles they were expecting, as the room was dark and held a faint red g, but it was full of energy for sure! So much so, that Twee and Quib immediately split off to go find the birthday boy, while the rest struggled to follow behind on their little legs.

"Oh, oh! That's him!" Quib shouted to the group, as they made their way to meet Dr. Blakewell's acquantance. He was tall, even taller than any of them had expected, and they stopped to gaze in awe for a moment. But, as they were approached, they excitedly rushed and formed an arc in front of the vampire, bearing their gifts with the same joyful innocence they would if they were celebrating another child's birthday.

They each stared in awe at the man in such a fancy and unusual suit. Bubs was the first one to speak up, sounding excited as ever -- "Ooh! You're the birthday boy!!" Quib followed up quicky, saying, "Wooah... you've got a costume too! Costume party?" Each of them followed in fascination about the tall man's appearance.

The comments continued until Millie, feeling just a tad uneasy, ordered that they all get ready to give their gifts. They all promptly. scrambled into formation again. "Happy birthday!" They all cheered in unison, gazing widely at the unusually dapper man, waiting for him to accept their gifts. They had no clue what might be in it for them.

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np: they'd all be celebrated on the same day, they just want the birthday that any child would get. tons of presents, especially little charms. their size is also up to you, whatever's convenient for your idea.

     "Oh my, oh my, oh my. What a coincidence! :)" Smiley practically sang as he sank into Chris's room. The smiley face drawn on his paper bag seemed focused on the treats in front of the demon, whether bought by himself or by friends. "All these tasty, tasty treats are for a special, special day, aren't they? I can tell, I can tell. :) It's your birthday! :)" He looked over at Chris. "I just visited a friend of mine on their birthday. What a coincidence! :) They were so sad without their friends, but I cheered them up. :) I even got them a clown. :) Say, would you like one for your birthday? :)"
     He held up a bloody clown nose and offered it to him, tilting his head slightly at the reaction. "Oh dear, oh dear. :) Do you not like clowns? :) But they're so much fun! And for such a fun day too... :) Oh dear, oh dear. :) But don't worry, there are plenty other things to do on such a good day! :) Do you like games? I like games. :) Why don't we play a game together? :) Let's play a game of tag! :) Since it's your birthday, I'll be "it". :) Do you want to bring any of your friends in first? A game like this is so, so, so much fun with so, so, so many people, after all. :) And when you're done, why don't we go get a tasty cake to complete all these tasty treats! :) It'll be my treat. :)"

tbh smiley doesn't really think about his birthday. take him to 7/11 and he'll be happy

"So, uh- I heard it's your birthday." Dakota's words cut through the silence of the night, aimed at the man only a few feet away from him. Also aimed at the killer was his trusty revolver. "I kinda hate to do all this on your day. You couldn't take the day off?", if said by anyone else, these words may have come off as taunting. In reality though, Dakota meant them with complete sincerity. He had been hunting down Smiley for some time, and he intended to put an end to the heinous crimes he has continued to commit, but something felt wrong about catching the bad guy on his birthday. Dakota winced a bit at himself for this irrational way of thinking- I mean seriously? Turns out the weakness in his moral code this whole time has been birthdays? 

With a disappointed sigh for himself, Dakota realized he had let his focus waiver has he realized Smiley had advanced towards him- or wait, had Dakota absentmindedly stepped forwards? As he snapped back into reality, he set his gun back on his target firmly. "Look man, I'll buy you a drink or somethin'. How old are you turning? Also- uh, you're under arrest. Did I mention that?" Nice going. Really intimidate your enemy. Dakota fist bumped himself in his head. "So, are you comin' with or what? I'm sure you aren't trying to get a bullet in the leg tonight, right?"

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v NP, dakota likes birthdays alot! but he usually prefers celebrating other's birthdays. He'd really appreciate anything for his! 

"Wow-wow, i-is it really your birthday?!" Saiph expressed in an excited tone. He'd never quite gotten to celebrate birthdays before, let alone know much beyond the surface of what one really was. "Well, I-I've... I've heard people should celebrate these kinds'a things, so... L-let's do that, alright?" He smiled meekly to Crayola, and out of his own satchel, he retrieves some crayons and paper. It looks like the crayons have seen days and days of use, but Saiph seemed eager to share them with this new friend of his.

"C'mon! We'll, um... We'll do your favorite things. W-we'll draw, a-and maybe we'll draw out stuff you wanna do, too-- t-then we'll actually do 'em!" Saiph explained awkwardly, before he fished into his pockets for a few scraps of currency. "And with all'a this... I'll get you a-a little treat. People have, um... Cakes-- yeah, cakes-- we'll get you one of those, and we'll have you make a b-big wish before 'ya blow out the bit of fire on top of the cake!

...You-- you do like cake, right?" Saiph perked his head. "I-I'm sure we could, um... figure out how to stick one of those candles on top of somethin' else you like! A-after all, this whole 'birthday' thing seems like it should make you happy, 'bove anyone else."

np: shit you not saiph has very little clue as to what a birthday entails. he'll probably have no idea what is going on but will be happy to learn just about anything so knock yourself out 👍

"You… don't know what a birthday is, kid?" The doctor asked, tilting his head. He shook his hands. "I'm- I'm not mad, just surprised. Hmm.." He hummed, scratching his chin. "Well, it's fine you didn't know. I might as well teach you what a birthday is, and hopefully demonstrate you on how one is celebrated." Ahem, ahem.

"A birthday is, by basic means, the day a person was born. And such thing is celebrated every year. They're usually done by having yourself surrounded with friends and family, receiving gifts and generally having a great day." Mark smiled with warmth as he explained. "In short, it's celebrating that you're getting older. It's something lovely to look forward to always." He hummed again. "Now, I'm not sure if today is your birthday, but… I'd be still happy to show you how a celebration goes. So, let's go and find some cake to buy. …Ah, right. Food's an important part to birthdays. How'd I miss that?"

NP: dr. enigma is heavily asocial and 9 times out of 10 he'd be spitting snarky remarks no matter who you are. if you end up getting to know him however, he's actually a real sweetheart- he's just not good at making friends. he's also an adopted father, and is very caring around children

  the cut off "happy birthday" FFHHAHAJAJAJA 😭 enigma would so want to kill this dude. thank you

^ Kill this man (Seti) NOW!!! Dr Enigma should be grateful smh /j 

Seti's eyes lit up with excitement as he shouted a cheery "Hey! Doctor!" His head was slightly cocked to one side, displaying the slight mischievousness that always lurked beneath his jovial facade. “Guess what day is today...?"

Before Dr. Enigma could even respond, Seti cut in excitedly, "It's your birthday, Doc!" With theatrical flair, he revealed his homemade masterpiece - a cake prepared with meticulous precision that very day. Its surface was dappled by sunny buttercream and minuscule strawberries swathed in chocolate, interspersed around three slender candles exhibiting a soft and warm glow. The room became saturated with a tantalizing sweetness.

"I know you're always working hard, so I thought I'd surprise you with a little celebration." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I know you probably don't like me much, but I wanted to do something nice for you. Plus, who doesn't love cake?"

Seti laughed then, eyes twinkling with an impish light. "If you don't like cake then... um, well. I spent two whole hours on this so I don't really have anything else ready- you should be grateful, y'know. Hey! I'll even sing happy birthday to you!"

He cleared his throat.

"Happy-"

NP: He doesn't really care about his own birthday much. Getting gifts sometimes and being congratulated is nice and all, but ultimately it's just another day to him. He does appreciate it though. Celebrating somebody else's birthday though? Now that's something that he can get behind. He gets weirdly excited compared to how he acts normally. Maybe he just likes making people feel good, who knows. If you gift him clothes he'd appreciate it extra.

Hopefully this is good??

v That's so silly!!

"Alright, open your eyes!"

Remy clicked off the lamp he kept at the desk- The only source of light when the sun decided to set. However, when the lamp turned off, there was still a glow from a single candle on a cupcake with blue frosting swirlled around the top. There was only one candle in the middle of the cupcake, but the mess of the frosting showed where Remy had taken out the other candles that he had put in- Mainly due to not knowing how old Seti was. But if he was asked, he would say that the amount of candles didn't fit on the cupcake.

Remy looked at Seti, his smile so wide that the gap in his teeth showed! Well, actually, any smile would show off his tooth gap. But he was giving a wide smile! Even if Seti didn't seem very happy (or impressed for that matter), Remy couldn't help but feel all the excitment for him.

"Sorry I couldn't do anything more. I only found out about your birthday yesterday," Remy apologized. "I would've baked you a cake and threw up streamers and hired a clown-" He paused, walking behind the counter and ducking underneath to grab a box wrapped in paper with little squids and shrimp all over. When he popped his head back up, he placed the box next to the cupcake. "-But I couldn't really get those things on such short notice. I did have cupcake batter though!... My dad came in thinking everything was on fire. Most of the cupcakes were burnt. That's why there's only one."

Remy bit his lip, shutting himself up. He looked at Steti again, studying his face. He honestly just looked the same as he was everyday. Remy blew out a breath, nearly blowing out the lit candle.

"I suppose I shouldn't have expected you to look happy. This looks pretty bad compared to what you're used to, I bet," He laughed quietly trying to cover his dissopointment with humor. "At the very least, open your gift. I think you'll like it."

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@NP (if somehow someone decides to respond) Remy would cry if someone celebrated his birthday unprompted. Due to his father not really being as nurturing, he's mostly had to deal with a quick 'Happy Birthday!' card and a cupcake all by himself. So someone being present would make him bawl.

vv YOU MAKE ME CRY BUCKETS AND FOUNTAINS OF TEARS HOW DARE YOU

The rush had died down and Ethan was able to breathe again. Lunch time was always the worst at the grocery store, right next to dinner. Lines would stretch out aimlessly, each one full of people with the most packed carts. It never helped that his bad luck would effect things from the system shutting down to coupons magically expired. Today he got off easy, today the soda bottle he scanned fell down and sprayed everyone.

Finally able to rest and relax, Ethan buried his hands into his pockets and leaned back against his register. He peered over at the bakery section, noticing someone standing in front of the cakes. That guy was there earlier today too. Had he been there during the entire rush? Not moving, just staring at the cakes? He narrowed his eyes to try and see if there was something in particular he wanted. All that was there were birthday cakes.

Suddenly, he stiffened. He could feel eyes on him. The manager was watching, wasn't he? Five seconds from insisting he help a customer in need. Or worse, the assistant manager. He shivered and left before he'd have to find out.

"Hey! Do you need any help with anything?" Ethan asked when he approached Remy. He followed his gaze back to the cakes to confirm they were, in fact, birthday cakes. "Are you getting a cake for someone's birthday? These are all really good." Studying Remy's expression, understanding showed in his eyes. 

Awkwardly, he looked back at the cakes. "You know, umm... I was going to buy a cake for a friend today, but they ended up going out of town. Why don't I buy it for you?" None of that was true. "Don't worry, I was already going to buy it! I'm glad someone would get to take it. This is the one."

Ethan reached for a small, white cake with chocolate sprinkles on it. It looked delicious and fresh. Knowing the bakers, that was exactly it. He was hungry just thinking about it. Remy was sure to--

The minute he picked it up, the plastic lid slipped off and the cake splattered on the ground.

Ethan would just be happy getting oranges or orange things for his birthday, but watch out bc his bad luck effects everyone around him.

What do you get when you cross someone who has bad luck with another person who also has bad luck? 

The worst crossover of the century.

Emily had prepared a cake for Ethan-- it was orange-flavored, of course. The outside looked fluffy and soft, yet there was a dent in the cake that stood out even underneath the comically large globs of white icing. It revealed a clearly burnt interior. 

The smaller woman presented the cake on a tray to Ethan, holding it with oven mitts. The bottom was still hot. "Happy birthday," She smiled nervously at him as if she was expecting critique. "I made this for you. I know h-how much you like oranges." She set it down on a nearby table. "Not sure if you like artificial flavor. Sorry."

Upon it resting on the kitchen furniture, the table began to melt. Emily watched in horror as the tray slid down each layer of wood (somehow) and eventually, on the floor. Thankfully the floor didn't melt.

She slowly blinked at the cake, then up at Ethan. 

"I mean-- it's still good, r-r-right?" She nervously chuckled. "I'm sure it's okay...! I'll get something to eat it with--" 

As she walked to go get forks, she ended up tripping and falling on the cake.

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@ np, Emily doesn't need much for her birthday! She'll appreciate some plants/seeds for her garden :] they probably wont grow due to her bad luck curse though 

In all honesty, Fog never really knew what exactly people did on their birthdays. A quick search on the internet showed cakes, streamers, brightly colored balls of rubber either tied to string and floating or bouncing around on the ground. And Fog did consider doing this for Emily!... But a main issue it saw was that every one of these party pictures held the same porblem.

They were all for kids. As far as Fog knew, Emily was far from a kid. Sure, she was barely more than 4 inches taller than Fog, itself. However, looks be damned, she was more than twice it's age!

So Fog was honestly at a loss. Emily was nice, Emily was cursed, Emily... Loved plants! All of the sudden a small idea sparked in the lemon in it's skull that Fog called a brain.

Making a fake flower was difficult on a deadline. With only three days before her birthday, Fog found itself stuck in a arts and crafts workshop for most of the day. Bright color petals here, soft fake leaves there, sweet perfume to smell like a flower- PERFECT!

The end result was a flower held together by wire and carefully glued on fabric. If it weren't for the strang shinyness of the petals or the artifical smell of vannilla that the flower emitted, then it could pass as an actual flower!

But the autheticness of the flower Fog made in a few days wasn't important. All that mattered was if Emily would love it or not!

So on the day of her Birthday, Fog found her. With a cup full of Cherry Tomatoes and a box wrapped in news paper (Fog didn't know how to find wrapping paper) that held the fake flower, Fog was ready to give Emily her birthday gift!

Pulling down it's mask, Fog tried not to show how cold it was as it spoke.

"Hi, Emily! So since today is such a special day, I decided to make you a gift! It should be strong enough not to break if you put it in your garden, but I wouldn't advise stepping- NO WAIT STOP SHAKING THE BOX!"

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@NP: something to Note about Fog, is that it is always very cold. If it pulls down it's mask or jacket or anything, there will be a noticable shiver (although in super hot weather, the most it'll get is goosebumps and really cold fingers/toes). So you could do anything, but make sure you're somewhere warm so it can truly enjoy whatever you're showing off!

"I heard it was someone's birthday! Happy birthday, Fog!" cheered Cor when the teen had arrived. He tilted his head slightly at Fog's appearance. A thick jacket? If he looked carefully he could see some shivering too, albeit lightly. It was a hot today, though, was it really cold? 

Deciding not to question it, Cor gestured to the amusement park behind him. "Have you ever been to Smittyland? Since it's your birthday, I'll take you around every inch of the place. We'll see all the sights, taste all the tasty food, and ride all the roller coasters! Don't worry about any of it, it's my treat for your special day. And who knows? Maybe we'll even see Smitty the Kitty! Oh--" He handed it a blue cat mask. "Here, for you."

When Fog took the mask, Cor noticed something around the hands. He blinked. Mist? It felt like it, but how could that be? Again, he chose not to dwell on it. Instead, he thought about which ride would be best to go on first. Another quick glance down to it. Would water rides be okay for it...?

Cor more celebrates the birthday of his company, and when that happens his theme parks have big bonanzas and parades. Some theaters will play the film and media branch's movies too. Expect to see his mascot everywhere.

Fuck shit ass cunt dick whore bitch.

Those were all of the swear words Maribelle had to get out of her system, hidden in a bathroom somewhere nearby, before she dared to even approach Mister Pratt. It was for the good of the base, her general insisted, to be kindly – and she prayed he was right. An ally with such expansive business ventures would be beneficial, but… why her?

It might have been because she was one of the more “presentable” children at the base, though she would loathe to be called that. She merely had to suffer through the day. Through a very special company's birthday bash.

The party was more… what was the word? Fantastical? It was just more than what she was expecting from him, but with no shortage of brats. Maribelle kept everything to herself. Her hands. Her words. Else, she would touch something sticky and little Timmy at the vending machine would learn one of the words she had neglected to flush down the toilet. Nevertheless, she was overwhelmed. One of the rides might have been fun, but the crowds were so dense and the parade music was so loud…

She found him, eventually. Maybe it was him. Plenty others wore replicas of his mask and colorful attire, but she forced herself onward to meet him. Another prayer that her guardian was close behind her

“A grand day to your company.” Maribelle said, mistakenly less enthused than she needed to be. She managed a curtsy, anyways, even if she looked stupid as Hell doing it. “Sir Pratt, have you any plans for the evening?”

“One of your… shows, perhaps?” A movie. She could do a movie. Maybe. “I'm afraid I wouldn't even know where to start… if you want to come with me and my… we're going to a theater. If we can even find one. Why don't you show us the way and… we…” Suddenly, her voice faltered, drowning in the screams of a tantruming toddler.

“..We can go get ice cream. Maybe.”

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@ NP: maribelle would probably forget her birthday, since her sense of time is completely shot, and nor does she really celebrate it anymore. do as you want, though, you can either celebrate it or ruin it. have fun.