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[bricks]

So it's like...August, right?

( Ellie is small and vaguely grubby looking even after a shower, a damaged winter jacket sitting next to her shed to deal with the warmer temperatures. Some time has already been spent exploring every nook and cranny of her designated apartment (sorry housemates) and she's already begun hoarding, but that's neither here nor there. Just don't ask about the pile of apparent junk that is haphazardly stuffed under a blanket and comes into shot every now and then. )

How do birthdays work? Because I was still ages away from mine before here, but now it's like, soon. Do I call that a year older? 'Cause I'm already plenty wise.

( Ha Ha Ha et cetera. She's clearly amused enough to grin at that, but she doesn't waste much time in expecting anyone else to find it entertaining. Instead she just shrugs and continues quickly. )

And the houses. Is this whole place mine? Well not just mine, shared right? But I can use pretty much all of the space?

( She gives a wave by way of a sign out, but can be heard saying "that's so fucking cool!" as she fumbles to switch off her feed. )

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[flightforfreedom]

The calendar here doesn't even match the calendar I have back home, so I think you can just decide to do what you want.

And yeah, your house is your house. Though my advice? Don't destroy the furniture. Roommates tend not to be impressed with that.

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[pigmypouter]

Is it everybody's birthday this month?

[Okay, well, three isn't really so many but it sure seems like it.]

It was early July where I was from, but now my birthday is in a few days. I just decided to go ahead and celebrate. Maybe if you're within six months of it, just go ahead and count it? It's like an official half birthday.

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[deadsmizing]

Honestly, I'm pretty... sure the answer to all of those questions is just do whatever you want.

[bricks]

Furniture destruction, hard no, got it. ( she echoes, making pretend motions as if taking notes. )

How does your calendar work then? It's not like...January February March?

( sounds fake but ok )

[incogneto]

I did.

And yes, you get to use your room and then all the designated living space. So long as your roommates don't mind.

How old are you turning?

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[bookkeeper]

[ He's found some paper around the house and he's got a pencil. Since it's a special occasion, he decides to shoot her this drawing, to mark it as such. It feels nice to sketch something silly, to use his fingers with a pencil rather than a gun. ]

Why wouldn't you be able to use the space? I say do it.

[flightforfreedom]

I'm from an entirely different Galaxy. The calendar has to fit a bunch of different worlds, and a bunch of different cultures. Let's just say that it's confusing. Keeping the year straight is good enough for me.

[bricks]

Maybe we should all just have a combined party. Hundreds of people, one cake. It'll be wild.

( Is it obvious she's basically never had a real party for her birthday? )

Half birthday, that's cool. I like it.

[bricks]

I mean that's not the worst rule of thumb. Doing what I want is pretty much my favorite thing to do.

[bricks]

I guess I need to learn to cook then.

( yikes, supervision may be required. )

Thirty five, but everyone tells me I don't look a day older than twenty nine. ( she was going to leave it at that, but after a brief pause she gives a vague gesture and then adds: ) Fifteen.

[bricks]

Irrelephant, nice. ( That might seem sarcastic, but it's clear Ellie is genuinely amused by the drawing. Finally someone who appreciates a good pun. ) Thanks man.

You think I'm allowed to decorate?

[bricks]

A different Galaxy?! ( what the actual heck? color ellie totally blown away. ) Like, where? In Space? That's so cool....

[deadsmizing]

I'd be concerned if it wasn't. Might have to ask if you're secretly a nun or something.

[bricks]

Look I tried it, but I couldn't get out of the bad Habit.

( eyyyyyyyy )

[deadsmizing]

[A slow smirk spreads.]

Some... people just aren't fit for... a convent-ional lifestyle, I suppose.

[bricks]

( this is officially the best day ever. )

Everyone knows, man, we're all either predators or pray.

[bookkeeper]

Anytime.

[ He salutes with his pencil to the screen, lopsided grin in place. ]

Sure, why not. Live a little. I don't think your housemates will mind unless they're grouchy prudes.

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[earnedmystripes]

You could always celebrate your birthday and say you're the same age, if you wanted? That way you get cake and presents without it having to be too weird.

[There is an actual legit thumbs-up here. It's super dorky.]

And yeah, you can do whatever in your house. [Beat.] Well, maybe not whatever since it technically still belongs to the government, but y'know. Within reason and stuff.

[deadsmizing]

So what does that make you, little sister?

[Though not little by much. Karen looks MAYBE seventeen.]

[bricks]

( as if on cue ellie draws her shoulders up, puffs her chest, the goal here clearly to look bigger ( and tougher ) than she really is. it's not the easiest look for a scrawny teen to pull off, but man is she trying. )

Clearly I'm a predator. Don't I look top of the food chain to you?

[bricks]

It's one way of finding out if they are grouchy prudes, I guess.

( and she's just going to inspect his reaction VERY CLOSELY as she adds: )

Good thing you didn't draw a duck, you would have quacked me up.

[bricks]

But what if I want to have my cake and eat it too?

( which...is...not really a saying she understands, exactly, but she's going to bust it out anyway. it's funny, alright?! )

I think the government owned my house back home. Or well, the military, but it was as good as. They were way strict though, this place seems...more relaxed.

( "more relaxed" than an actual post apocalyptic world is, admittedly, not hard, but yknow. )

[bookkeeper]

[ The puns, man, the puns. Nate gives a quiet snicker. ]

Last I checked, I made my fortune selling quack.

[bricks]

( excellent, it's time to be best friends forever. )

It is not all it's quacked up to be, no one ever tells you about the bills.

[bookkeeper]

[ Bros4lyfe ]

A duck walks into a bar and says: put it on my bill.