Peredhil Posted March 20, 2004 Report Share Posted March 20, 2004 Peredhil notices the pop-up reminder as he prepares for another day of work and heads to set up the Birthday Room off the corridors to the left of the Cabaret. Rounding the corner, he stops, and an impish grin spreads across his face as he's confronted with a garish orange and green booth with pink-striped awnings. Get your WYVERN Birthday Gift Ideas HERE, proclaims the heavily lettered sign, He'll like them or your Money will be refunded!!! The hurried half-elf pauses at that last word, and examines the sign more closely. The period on the last exclamation mark is actually an asterick. Looks around, he doesn't find the link. Finally, spreading a handkerchief to keep his slacks clean, he kneels on the floor and finds the matching astericks on the bottom of the sign. Following its directions to see the full disclaimer written on the back of the birthday banner, he uses his fountain pen to carefully pull a corner of the banner away from it's backing, wary of dirt and booby-traps. The banner's back is covered with microscopic print. Reassured that Wyvern hasn't suddenly lost his mind with refunds, Peredhil enters the Birthday Room and sets it up. There is state-of-the-art DJ equipment for Evan whom he's hired for the occasion, and Werewolf Hunter Nave is standing ready as security. The room has been Wyvern-proofed to the best of Peredhil's ability by the League to Repeal Murphy's Law Society of Prevention of Calamity to Intelligent Life-Forms personnel. All is ready for the day's festivities. Leaving his own present, a signed hip-hop CD of a little-known under-appreciated artist whose been callously rejected by the Establishment (who wants to keep herm (its a hermaphrodite and gets prejudicial treatment from all unthinking genders) AND the Hip-Hop community (doesn't cuss enough to Keep It Real), on the birthday table, Peredhil heads back out to the front and leaves the cake order in the box by the door for the bakery to pick up, then continues out and off to work. Moments after he leaves, a scaly hand reaches out from the counter under the booth and holds a mirror up to check. The coast is clear. Two small horns lead a scaly nose out from the curtained alcove, followed by a sinuous almost-dragonic body. Examining the birthday cake order form, the serpentine head shakes sadly at the absent-minded Elf's oversight. This cake is FAR too small for the Pen to share! In a reasonable forgery of Peredhil's penmanship, the clawed handed crosses out the current order for one small tasteful cake and jots in an order for ten HUGE tasty cakes - with LOTS of candles and LOADS of frosting. Choking slightly on the flood of saliva his imagination has prompted at the thought of all that delectable food, Wyvern puts on one of his patented Almost-Dragonic disguises and opens his booth for business. The day begins... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 20, 2004 Report Share Posted March 20, 2004 Woohoo! Let's dance! Happy B-day Evan! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted March 21, 2004 Report Share Posted March 21, 2004 Ayshela steps inside the Birthday Room and slips on a stray splotch of frosting. She skids across the room, colliding with Wyvern and accidentally knocking him into one of the ten very large birthday cakes. whooops! umm, sorry about that. *blush* Happy Birthday! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alaeha Posted March 21, 2004 Report Share Posted March 21, 2004 Yay! Happy Birthday Wyvern. It even still is, I think. *Hugs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Darkcloud Posted March 21, 2004 Report Share Posted March 21, 2004 From his accustomed place on the balcony he smiles at the ever-growing assortment of cakes and gifts. His eyes narrow slightly and the air around him shifts in its movement. As the breeze moves into he room he releases the handwritten note he has penned for this occasion. A few moments later the scrap of paper drops onto the snout of the Elder of Initiates. Almost draconic and spinning the wheels of thinking and scheming and seeking out deals wherever potential for profit and treasure wherever a chance for geld and for pleasure are present (or even past for good measure) with glint in the eye and swiftness of claw the opportune moment is seized by throat and made to empty its pockets into the coffers the chests and the boxes that fund other projects undertaken for even more glorious profit. Or at least that’s the theory of how things should end when the scheming and the plotting and the grasping for geld are done by a master of things such as these. But at least on one’s birthday even theories are eased so that scheming and plotting, even grasping, might stop to rest for a moment when all that one needs is to simply look up. A soft hooting sounds above the Almost-Dragon and Whisper drops a small, but heavy package suddenly downward upon the Elder of Initiates and flies quietly away. Within the box is a small geld likeness of the esteemed Elder – suitable for either melting down or displaying on one’s mantle. Here’s wishing you a very happy birthday, Wyvern Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 21, 2004 Report Share Posted March 21, 2004 Lady Celes Crusader reads the sign and chuckles - So, you want a birthday gift? Let's see... The mage makes a scarf appearing in her hands and laughs softly. - This scarf will prevent Wyvvie from making disastrous spells. (OOC: Happy Given Birthday, Wyvern. *hugs*) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gyrfalcon Posted March 21, 2004 Report Share Posted March 21, 2004 I already sang to you on IRC, so all I have to say is happy birthday, lizard breath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tralla Posted March 22, 2004 Report Share Posted March 22, 2004 Happy Happy Wyvvie! *hugs and slips him a glittery* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted March 22, 2004 Report Share Posted March 22, 2004 Wyvern stammers and blushes as he lifts himself from under the frosting-covered form of Ayshela, desperatly trying to halt his bloody nose as he's hit over the head with Cyril's extremely heavy package. The overgrown lizard grumbles and rubs his scaly noggin in pain, then suddenly brightens as he notices a geld-miniature of himself within the box, his greed and ego both suddenly flashing urgent signals to his brain. The reptilian Elder reaches for the geld statue, only to have Celes Crusador place her Scarf of Fortunate Spellcasting over his eyes, causing him to trip and fall into the box next to the statue... ;-) OOC: On a more serious note, a big thank you to everyone who has wished me a Happy Birthday, both here and on IRC. As always, your comments brighten my day... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yuki Kokoro Posted March 23, 2004 Report Share Posted March 23, 2004 Yuki runs up and huggles Wyvern. Happy Belated Birthday! Very sorry I missed it, but I wish you a very happy day all the same. On her way out she leaves a book of poetry where is it likely to be found, with "Wyvern" sticky-noted to the front. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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