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Happy birthday Big P!

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It's already 2nd of October here in Finland so ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ^_^

 

*gives Peredhil an Almost-Draconic Brand T-shirt with the text "Hug me!" written on the back with big letters*

 

It uh.. is XXXXXL, so it might be a bit big. Wyv said he doesn't have smaller sizes, sorry. ;)

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Well, it's still the first here, but that's never stopped me from well-wishing the Big P before.

 

Happy Birthday!

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"Happy Birthday, Peredhil. :) May you enjoy it with the warmth of your family." Gyrfalcon said with a wide smile.

 

He eyed the XXXXXL T-shirt and can't help but wonder if it was made for Melba to begin with, perhaps in the hopes that something big enough to crush her would give her a hug. The world would probably never know, though Peredhil now had an excellent (if leaky) tent on his hands.

 

Gyrfalcon grinned as he slipped a neatly wrapped present from behind his back and handed it to Peredhil. "This is from Daryl and myself, by the way." he said, watching Peredhil carefully and precisely open the package so not to mar the wrapping paper. Inside was a set of books, imports from Earth that Daryl had brought back with him from his latest foray back to his home world.

 

"We know your viewpoint on Tolkien's take on the final days of Middle Earth before you and your kindred departed." Gyrfalcon said, nodding to the books, none of which bore Tolkien's name. "So Daryl picked up books by a few other 'fantasy' authors - specifically R. A. Salvatore, L. E. Modesitt, Jr. and David Eddings." Gyrfalcon grinned as he finished ticking off fingers. "I know you rarely have time to read, so if you enjoy these books, they should tide you over for a few months."

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As Pen members continue to file into the Cabaret Room to wish Peredhil a happy birthday, Wyvern attempts to sneak towards the birthday elf through the crowds, brushing by Finnius and accidentally stepping on FrozenWombats tail as he quietly pushes a clothing rack packed with enormous shirts in front of him. Arriving at the area where gifts are being distributed, Wyvern notices Zadowns gift and frowns, casting a quick glance at his rack of remaining shirts and grumbling curses under his breath. The overgrown lizard then raises a brow as Zadown and Gyrfalcon give Peredhil their explanations of the XXXXXL of the shirt, and fiddles with his scaly claws in nervous glee as noone remarks the D, R. E, V, and I hidden underneath the crosses, or the vague remnants of the words "property of" listed in front of the letters.

 

Wyvern scratches his scaly chin as he considers a different gift to give Peredhil, and rapidly sorts through his pockets for any potential last-minute presents. Coming across a torn half of a Naughty Nymph magazine in one part of his breaches, the overgrown lizard grins and pulls it out, only to pause as Gyrfalcon begins listing the numerous excellent works he's decided to give Peredhil as gifts. Frowning to himself, the lizard proceeds to stuff the magazine-half into a pocket of one of the enormous shirts, and begins tapping his foot on the ground in a mixture of anxiety and contemplation.

 

The reptilian Elders foot stops tapping after a few minutes as he slowly breaks out into a sleazy grin, immediatly turning towards his rack and rubbing his scaly palms together. The lizard then begins to rapidly remove the shirts from it, dumping them into a large pile next to Valdar. Once the rack is empty, he starts pushing tit towards the gift area and comes to a halt as he reaches Peredhil.

 

"Happy birthday Peredhil." hisses Wyvern enthusiastically, winking and pointing towards the empty clothing rack. "I got you a new torture accessory for your polite Dungeon, I call it 'the rack.' It also comes complete with some bonus XXXXXL clothes hangers..."

 

Peredhil stares at Wyvern oddly as the lizard swiftly bows and scurries away.

 

;-)

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"Thank you all", he exclaimed in delighted surprise. Putting on the tent-shirt, he pulled up the bottom, rolled the sides and belted it tightly. It still engulfed his slender form. In fact, he looked like an elegant pear with feet at this point. "Thank you again."

 

Pushing up a sleeve to reveal a hand, he looked at the books happy at seeing old friends. "Perfect for my schedule - like an extended conversation. Oh, I haven't read this or this ... or this! How wonderful - these are some of my favorite authors."

 

Waving a fabricked hug after Wyvern he shouts, Thank you! I'll see you later today at the RenFair!"

 

Hugs everyone.

 

*Z' jumped the US of A time zones because of his overseas advantage - the 2nd IS my birthday. :) *

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Some days I dont' have complicated words, so a

 

*HUG* will have to do.

 

You're one of my oldest friends who I still talk to.

 

Take care adn have a wonderful rest of the Birthday, P.

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((OOC: And now, I'm finally back into the game...I'm sorry to all the people whose birthdays I missed...happy belated birthday!))

 

The silent Elven maiden glided forward on silent feet, folding her cloak even more closely to her.

 

Quietly, she bowed to Peredhil.

 

"Happy birthday, my lord." she greeted him politely, and held out a small cloth-wrapped package.

 

Inside the package was a slender silver choker-style necklace, with a small, perfect, deep blue sapphire set into it. Another of her protection amulets...Elwen had spent a lot of time in her true form, singing her most powerful protection spells with the power of the Morninglark harp to back the power of her spellsong.

 

After handing him the package, she bowed again and walked away.

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Umm... yeah. Just pretend that I said what Gwai said, but in a much more eloquent manner. ;)

 

Even though in reality all I can think to say right now is "Happy Birthday!"

 

...

 

But that's ok, because I'm creating a massive army of colossal huggles to swarm you when you read this thread again. :P

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Last to file in (as usual, though fortunately the celebrations of Master P's big B day were still continuing) was the company of Zool in the broken form of Grimmael, dragging a loooong box big enough for a full grown bull alligator. Zool had considered giving an aligator, but wasn't sure where to put the handle, or whether there was enough spare room under Pered's bed. Grimmael stopped in front of the dusty and cobweb covered portrait of Zool just as it sprung to life.

 

"Cough! Ye... *gasp* Gawds! Doesn't anyone dust around here any more?"

 

Grimmael looked up awkwardly, peeping around his pronounced hump, and sprung to the rescue - so he thought. Randomly tearing away one of the many rags hung over his crippled frame he took it and began whipping the dust and flotsam from the neglected painting, raising such a dust storm that soon half the room was coughing, and sending Zool into a coughing fit. It was several minutes before the dust cleared and he was again able to speak.

 

"Thanks," said Zool with a straight face and only a glimmer of sardonic expression in his eyes, then he brightened. "Happy birthday Peredhil!" As he said this the big box sprung open and fell to the side. Inside was a large glass box. The bottom was wooden and framed with wonderful workmanship, and the top was bordered with thick yellow and black caution tape. On the top glass pane were the words 'CAUTION! USE ONLY IN CASE OF EMERGENCY!'. Under the words, mounted on two hooks on the wooden framing, was a small silver hammer. Inside the box was what appeared to be two ghastly oversized limbs.

 

The cabaret was silent - hardly anybody even breathed. Zool had a huge grin on his face, his arms spread wide as he presented his gift. He waited... and waited... finally it dawned on even Zool that he should say something. "These are my own personal Group-Hug Accomodators, the pair of nine foot long purple plastic Popeye arms! For you, Peredhil, as I know they will go to better purpose in your care.

 

"Ohhhh...." came a few polite but unenthusiastic responses from the crowd.

 

"Aaah, the good times I have had - if you only knew the historical group hugs corraled by their long plastic embrace..." Zool drifted off, his eyes misty, staring into some other time, some other place. Suddenly he came back. "Who here remembers the giant SockPuppet super-group hug of 8th S2 Terra??"

 

Everyone looked at each other blankly.

 

"That was the giant pair of nine foot long purple plastic Popeye arms! How about The Demensne group Hug of 12th A1? The magnificent group hug of the 47th?!? I could go on. I think, however, that I have clearly made my point."

 

Everyone looked at each other blankly.

 

Turning to Peredhil, he added, "I give them up sadly, but willingly, as in my present state, which is looking more and more extended, I am unable to wield them myself, and spread the love of the group hug that is an extension of the power of the extended arms, that is but an extension of the power of the extended heart. And now, I extend them to you." Saying this, Zool bowed deeply in giving.

 

Happy B-day, big guy. B)

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Thank you all!

 

Eyes the Huggle arms and a wide gleam enters his eyes. Everyone flees from the impending Popeye arm huggle.

 

Except Zool of course, who can't flee. Looking frantically around for Grimmael, he starts spinning life-preserving speech...

 

Hey Big P! Uh, no point in breaking the glass for just me! Don't need those arms for me, nope nope nope. Only one FRAGILE painting. Come give me a hug you lug...

 

(Thank you all so very much! Consider yourselves hugs Politely and gently - I'll save the arms for the tough cases.)

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Ayshela flies through the air, tacklehugging Peredhil and rolling across the floor in a whirling tangle of arms and legs and giggles and hugs and happy birthday wishes.

 

You already got your gift in person, but i must say, it's a rare person who gives others gifts on their birthday. Thank you immensely for letting me spend a part of your birthday with you. i couldn't have asked for anything better.

*huge hugs*

Happy Birthday. :)

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