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kingdomcomes2017-04-13 09:13 am
heirlift) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-04-13 09:13 am
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Who: John and you
When: April 13th
Where: ye olde generic yet well-patronized tavern
What: John turns 20... again. He gets treated to a penis cake. Come wish him a happy birthday and have some cake.
Warnings: none, other than phallic pastries.
At the end of the day, John is pretty used to Weird Time Shenanigans. So to be transported back in time by barely a week before his birthday doesn't really set him off course that much. A little disorienting, sure, but nothing he can't handle. It certainly helps him get settled a little, and being who he is, it doesn't take him long to get along with his coworkers. There's some pranking back and forth, a little japery, and despite his general discomforts, it all feels... pretty okay. Ish.
Okay-ish except for the part where he lets slip that his birthday is coming up again and he jokingly wonders if that makes him technically 21 since, from his perspective, it hasn't been anywhere close to a year since he last celebrated his birthday.
It doesn't really seem to matter, because some of the other guards sharing an off-shift with him take it into their own hands to drag him into town and down to the tavern, where he repeatedly denies their offers of cheap booze, and tries his best to at least seem like he's having a good time. Because it seems like they are, at least, and it's pretty nice of them to throw him a birthday party when they barely know him. Some part of him can even appreciate the birthday boy crown made out of old parchment. And even when they bring out the crudely-but-lovingly made penis-shaped cake (why though) he tries to appreciate it, though a part of him is waiting for the other shoe to drop. His prankster's gambit can only take so many hits before it's totally depleted...
"You guys really didn't have to..."
Oh, but they did. And there's just enough to go around not only for the birthday boy and his guests, but everyone else in the tavern, too.
When: April 13th
Where: ye olde generic yet well-patronized tavern
What: John turns 20... again. He gets treated to a penis cake. Come wish him a happy birthday and have some cake.
Warnings: none, other than phallic pastries.
At the end of the day, John is pretty used to Weird Time Shenanigans. So to be transported back in time by barely a week before his birthday doesn't really set him off course that much. A little disorienting, sure, but nothing he can't handle. It certainly helps him get settled a little, and being who he is, it doesn't take him long to get along with his coworkers. There's some pranking back and forth, a little japery, and despite his general discomforts, it all feels... pretty okay. Ish.
Okay-ish except for the part where he lets slip that his birthday is coming up again and he jokingly wonders if that makes him technically 21 since, from his perspective, it hasn't been anywhere close to a year since he last celebrated his birthday.
It doesn't really seem to matter, because some of the other guards sharing an off-shift with him take it into their own hands to drag him into town and down to the tavern, where he repeatedly denies their offers of cheap booze, and tries his best to at least seem like he's having a good time. Because it seems like they are, at least, and it's pretty nice of them to throw him a birthday party when they barely know him. Some part of him can even appreciate the birthday boy crown made out of old parchment. And even when they bring out the crudely-but-lovingly made penis-shaped cake (why though) he tries to appreciate it, though a part of him is waiting for the other shoe to drop. His prankster's gambit can only take so many hits before it's totally depleted...
"You guys really didn't have to..."
Oh, but they did. And there's just enough to go around not only for the birthday boy and his guests, but everyone else in the tavern, too.
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"It's okay, I guess. I don't really have anything to compare it to, but to be honest, besides the uniform I don't think it's all that bad?"
When compared to spending three years in near-isolation with only your genetic sister and your best friend but also a ghost bird, or... pretty much anything else that happened over the course of Sburb, or the past few years he's spent in near-isolation in his own home... anything beats that. How did he grow up to be such a sad sack, anyway?
"I don't think what's-her-name is all that bad, either. That's just kind of how royalty is, I guess."
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"Not where I come from. British royalty are all boring old fucks who faff about in Buckingham Palace all day and watch polo tournaments and eat scones all day."
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Smooth. Very smooth. Well, John doesn't know what to say to that, anyway-- it certainly can be boring here, that's for sure, but it was no different than back home. Really, what was he doing with all his free time anyway...? Nothing productive, that was for sure.
"I guess I just figure we're here and I don't know about you, but I don't have any way to get back, so I might as well just go with it. It could be worse, they could have us locked up in the dungeon for no good reason. ...they've probably got weird sexy dungeons here, to make things even worse."