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[dontcallmebro]

♥ Who: Cloud Strife and anyone who has met him at least once and has positive CR! Or gatecrashers or people turning up by mistake!
♥ Where: VR cafe!
♥ When: 11th August, evening
♥ What: It's the birthday of some guy with really stupid hair and his friends have organised a surprise party.
♥ Rating: PG for now

[Anybody who has met Cloud and has had positive CR will be sent a message inviting them to go around to go to the VR café on 11th August in the evening. Along with a present. Alternatively, you might not have been invited and you are either gatecrashing or happened to be passing by. Either way, you will find the VR café looking completely different today, decorated with banners and a few balloons. Various food is laid out, courtesy of Aerith and Tony.

Not only that but you will see various people playing VR games, if you wish to join them. You might want to play Knight’s Knight or even the set of games which are seasonably available! Maybe try the friendship ones?
Those who aren’t into VR games, however, will find that Tony has made his own hologram version of Twister in the middle of the room. There is also a separate table with a bunch of pies. No, you’re not supposed to eat them.

Instructions from Tony will tell you that you’re supposed to throw them. Bonus prize for those who successfully hit the birthday boy although don’t expect him not to try to throw one back. And likely succeed unless your reflexes are good enough!

There’s a corner in the room where presents can be stored. It’s already marked by the small pile, unless you want to give Cloud his present in person.]

Comments

[ancientflower]

[Aerith was still in high spirits as she fussed about the cafe. She'd been the one to procure the venue and set a great deal of it up, since her friends were still somewhat frowned upon by the natives. She'd taken it upon herself to do what was needed, since the natives didn't really have a problem with her. How could they? She was wonderful!

She grinned to herself and her silly thoughts as she added another plate of food to a table.

She'd cooked up a storm, and helped by Tony and Gladio, they'd created a pretty good table of finger foods for people to pick at and carry around while they enjoyed the party. So, she picked at a sandwich and nibbled on it while she wandered around making sure everything was perfect.

Feel free to catch her dancing or playing with a balloon and having a lovely time.]

[runs_on_batteries]

[Just why, you may ask, Tony made a hologram version of 'twister'? No clue. He got bored? There wasn't enough games where the body actually moved? Nostalgia? Who knows. Either way, it was incredibly easy to make with Friday and Cloud's birthday party was a great opportunity to try it out. Not only was he fond of him, but give the guy a competition of any kind and Cloud was there for it (albeit with that bored 'I'm too cool for school' look on his face).

The pie game was also for similar reasons. Not enough people from other universes knew the terrible comedy that was pies-in-the-face.

Come hang out with him or play one of the silly games with him. In the meantime, Cloud, duck!]

[dontcallmebro]

[Unfortunately for Cloud, he was too busy taking a swig of beer to notice the pie coming right at him.

He stopped still as he tried to process what was going on.

Hmmm.... Tony organised a pie fight contest. And considering he was exactly the type of guy to do that sort of thing....

Wiping his face, Cloud went to the table where the pies lay, picked one up and turned his eyes towards the culprit.

It’s on, dude.]</small€

[tinkerheart]

Fëanor doesn't toss his gift on the birthday pile. To do such a thing has never crossed his mind. What a preposterous idea.

Firstly, because it is a gift from him, thus by its very nature must be delivered personally, so that the lucky recipient would have no doubt who it's coming from. As if there was a danger for that. No creation of his could have ever be mistaken for the work of somebody else.

The gift in question is a bracelet, a simple chain of rectangular plates with a word engraved on each of them that form a sentence. He might have only odd stones and scraps of metal for his tools and materials, and yet it is his mastery that elevates such trash into the realm true of art. The thing practically screams a genius jeweler made me.

The words he chose for it are something he believes would suit its intended owner. He knows little of the man himself, but what he does has directed him to this choice.

No prison can shackle the mind that is truly free.

Whenever Cloud decides to try it on, he'd might have a vision. Not an intrusive one, just a glimpse of a vast, open plain, wind-swept by a gentle breeze rolling over the tall grasses. Inviting him to take a deep breath, stretch his arms wide, feel this breeze in his lungs. It is only a feeling, but a very convincing one.