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WHO: Adaine Abernant (

furiousfists), Fabian Seacaster (

maximumlegend), and YOU!
WHEN: June 3rd
WHERE: Apartment building's rec room
WHAT: Joint birthday party!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Underage drinking

It's only thanks to Aurora's message that Adaine has any idea what day it is. She looks at the text on her earpiece's readout and blinks, comprehension coming to her slowly.

Today is June 3rd, of the year 40██.

June 3rd...

June 3rd??

"Holy shit, it's my birthday!"

Adaine's birthdays haven't been much to shake a stick at, historically speaking. It's only in the past year, after she stopped living with her parents and moved in with Jawbone in Mordred Manor that anyone ever gave a crap or tried to give her anything for it. If it hadn't been for Jawbone, she might've been perfectly happy to let another year pass without fanfare. But now? She wants to at least acknowledge it. She'd be happy with just a slice of cake at the diner, but there's one thing that makes her think that perhaps that won't cut it.

If today is June 3rd, Adaine's birthday, then that means a few days ago it was May 31st. Fabian's birthday. And Fabian Seacaster is not one to let a birthday celebration be anything but maximum legend.

And, so it is that the two birthday Bad Kids set about throwing as raucous of a birthday bash as they can manage with such short lead time. The rec room in the bottom floor of the apartment building is decorated to the nines with balloons and streamers, with snacks, sodas, and even some alcohol to make mixed drinks set out on a table for all to enjoy. Anyone who the pair have spoken with is invited, but if anyone makes any comments about teenagers drinking alcohol, they're labeled a buzzkill and told to vacate the premises. Adaine manages to find a boombox somewhere with a CD, and plays some generic party music for people to dance to, should they feel so inclined.

All in all, it is a night of revelry, the likes of which Etraya has likely never seen before.

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...kinda.

[ She replies a bit distantly, thinking of the team back home. Rei, herself, Shinji. They'd actually been a team for a bit, too, before everything went sideways. She shakes her head after a moment, trying to dismiss bad memories of home. ]

I had something like that, but we were a grou pof pilots. Gotta go out and kill the monsters, you know.

[ She gestures a little dismissively. ]

So I guess it's like that?

Yeah, actually, it's exactly like that -- just with more swords and magic, and fewer fighting machines.

[ Riz privately considers that he'd quite enjoy manning some sort of huge piece of arcanotech. He's not naturally strong, but his reflexes are excellent, and he's a good tactician; he'd probably be a lot better at it than he is with his actual sword. ]

I guess no matter where you're at, you're always gonna need a group of adventurers to go ahead and deal with the baddies. It's not exclusively restricted to monsters, but... [ Man is the real monster? ] Y'know, close enough.

[ The had is a little ominous. Dead adventuring parties are pretty common. Riz delicately decides not to ask, hey, are all your friends super dead? ]

Shame that your machine didn't make its way here with you. [ A beat. ] It didn't, right? 'Cause if it did, I'd absolutely ditch the party to go see it.

[ Kidding! This is his best friends' party! He'd never do that!

(He absolutely would.) ]

[ Her expression tugs into something a little sour as the conversation continues. There's a well of irritation there that she knows isn't really his fault, but it's still there all the same. The discordant note of it all ending the way it had. The loss. The grief.

It's killing her mood a little, honestly. ]

No. It didn't.

[ She replies, voice a bit snippish. ]

And even if it had, I doubt it'd work anyway. So there wouldn't be a point.

Couldn't hurt to ask, [ Riz says, even though he's actively seeing that it did hurt to ask. He fucked up the whole party interaction before it even got started. But he knows, too, that sometimes when you've said something wrong, it's strangely the socially acceptable route to pretend as though you're not aware anything is wrong, because apparently some people don't like to be asked why they're upset when they are very clearly upset. ]

I asked because, um -- that robot in charge or whatever, she gave me back my briefcase. [ So, when in doubt? Change the subject. He holds up his briefcase, embossed with the initials TB. Which seems like a very stupid thing to be bragging about until he reaches into it and produces an entire first-aid kit, big and bulky and entirely too large to feasibly fit inside. ]

It's a briefcase of holding. So you can just... [ He glances beside him at a massive bowl of chips and just like magic, as soon as it crosses the threshold of the fasteners, it simply disappears. ]

If we get stuck somewhere like the labyrinth again, I'm bringing so much food.

Your briefcase...?

[ Asuka, admittedly, doesn't seem that impressed at first. And really, she doesn't want her Eva around. What good would it even do to have a thirty-meter tall death machine, especially without all the support structures she'd need to run it? She gives him a little bit of a wary look - and then her eyes get big as he just pulls out a first-aid kit. ]

Hey, wait. How does that...?

[ BLink blink. ]

That shouldn't work!

[ She knows just enough about physics to be a little weirded out. ]

[ Bingo. That's exactly the sort of reaction he was hoping for. ]

It doesn't have to follow basic laws of physics. It's magic! Conjurative magic specifically, I think -- don't ask me more than that, 'cause I don't know. Magic's more of Adaine's thing. Me, I just use it.

[ He pats the front of the briefcase a little affectionately, like it's a dog. ]

It was a gift from Fabian, actually. And it can hold pretty much...

[ He pulls a broom out now, the long wooden rod just popping on out of his briefcase like a magic trick. He'd brought it down from their apartment for the inevitably disgusting clean-up they'll do after everyone has drank (and then vomited) the bad baby milk. ]

Anything. Within reason. And no matter what I put in it, it'll always weigh the same.

...that's - that's way beyond anything I've ever seen.

[ She frowns, thinking about it. Reminds her a bit of a certain Angel, honestly, but she doesn't need to dwell on that. ]

Could you, I dunno, stick a person in there and carry them around? Or is there no atmosphere?

[ She's asking the important questions. ]

No oxygen. You'd suffocate to death. I'd risk it if we were in a really sticky situation and I knew whoever jumped in could hold their breath for a decently long time, but it's not worth the risk.

[ It could be used as a weapon too, but Riz doesn't like to think about it. He likes his briefcase. He doesn't want it getting all... corpsey. That'd be gross. He cracks a smile. ]

Or else maybe I coulda hopped in, told someone to lug me all the way to the end of the maze.

[ He wouldn't have. But it's pretty funny to think about. ]

...weird. I guess that means it can preserve inanimate objects pretty well, though. What happens if you stick a plant in there? Does it die?

[ She's overthinking the magic box, oops. ]

Yep. Same issue. No oxygen. It would survive longer than a humanoid would -- like, if I got Fabian a plant for his birthday, I could probably store it in there in the time it takes me to get from the store back to the apartments, but any more than that and it'd be toast.

[ Riz fully encourages the exploration of the magic box! Teasing at the boundaries of possibility is his forte, and this sort of magic takes some pretty thorough interrogation; the implications it has on detective work are pretty grim when a crime scene can be tampered with simply by shoving the corpse into a bag of holding. ]

I mainly use it to carry all my stuff for school. Exciting magic, not-so-exciting practical applications.

Well, easier than lugging around a stack of books, I guess. Still feels weird. Is there... any actual limit to it? Or just whatever you wanna stick in there can fit in there? Is it... infinite?

[ This has implications. ]

Nah, it's not infinite. That woud be a crazy gift. I mean, it was already a crazy gift - [ he shudders to think of how much it had cost; if he hadn't assumed it was a gift from Gorthalax and not from Fabian, he probably wouldn't have even accepted it ] - but it having no limit would be even crazier. Like, imagine shoving an entire home in this thing!

[ He pats the front like he's patting a particularly affectionate dog. ]

Five hundred pound and 64 cubic foot limit. So, like, you remember that monster we took down in the labyrinth? We could have fit that entire thing inside. Not that I'd want to. It'd really stink it up.

Huh. That's... very specific. I guess it'd have to be if it's designed that way, though. It's - ugh, I hate saying this - it's magic, right?

[ She does not get "magic", but she's also adjusting to it existing. ]

Or is it... some advanced science thing? [ Not that there's much difference. ]

Nope. It's pure magic. It's just that... magic follows rules just as much as science does. You even have to choose something to really specialize in, or else there's just too much to learn. I'm pretty sure Adaine gets more homework in Wizard class than the rest of us do combined, some weeks.

[ Not helped by the fact that Riz's teacher is effectively non-existent, and most of the others are in classes largely dedicated to learning how to hit things good, but still. It's a lot of work, and a lot of theory. ]

Speaking of which... are you here for her, or for Fabian? Or are you friends with them both?

Sounds like science to me, just... more wobbly.

[ Well, it's not from her world, so she's not gonna quibble. She snorts and folds her arms, her expression getting a bit puzzled - and then a touch flustered. ]

...uh. I met both of them in the maze. Pretty sure Adaine invited me, though.

Wait, you met all of us in the maze? What're the chances? Bet you our meeting was your favourite, though.

[ He grins at her, clearly joking. He knows their run-in was probably her least favourite, on account of how deeply disgusted she was by having to chow down on monsters with him. ]

That's cool, though. Adaine's great. So's Fabian, actually -- if you're out here making friends, you couldn't find better. [ He is, admittedly, biased. ] Did you get them anything?

I dunno how much "eating monster meat" was my favorite...

[ Hmmph. She shakes her head, but there's some amusement there, despite herself. ]

...uh.

[ Oops? ]

I didn't get a chance to get anything. [ Technically true. ]

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