two 🔧 it's a pirate's (birthday) life for me

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Who: Everyone who knows Cid!
Status: Open
Where: The Enterprise II on Eltrut, long before Cid becomes The Most Wanted Man
What: YO DAD, IT'S YA BIRTHDAY
Warnings: Probably? If people get drunk, or make out... but probably pretty general here.

Under the pretext of "I need some supplies" and Benedikta keeping Cid busy for any and all party business, and the help of Kaveh for some money to get said supplies, the Enterprise II is ready for a party! Another shellphone alert will have gone out to everyone but Cid with a time and place and a note that if you know Cid? Show up! Even if it's been a very brief meeting, it's likely Cid would remember you anyway; he's just Like That. Come for singing happy birthday, stay for some cake and dinner!

THE FOOD

Styled like what you'd find in one of the many taverns dotting Eltrut in a large buffet-styled table is plenty of tavern food and some casks filled (and marked appropriately) with alcohol and non-alcoholic mead, wines, and punches, straight from the Minstrel and Cask. Larger casks are found around the main area as well holding the same.

The cake itself is styled like a night in Waloed, long before any issues arose, almost as if taken straight from memories. Inside is a chocolate cake with some light lavender flavouring, and for those who want some lighter fare, some of the same cake has been made into cupcakes with mini lightning bolt-shaped cookies with some differing decor.

OUTSIDE

Outside has plenty of seating on the deck, tables, and places to watch the hustle and bustle of Eltrut, with some balloons hanging from some high-up strings above everyone's head. At night, the balloons will be lit up to look like stars, and the boat will pull out from harbor to at least circle the main island slowly. There aren't really any places for people to sneak off to (and if Mid catches you trying to break into crew quarters... so help her she'll tell her dad) but people can enjoy the sea breeze and some drinks under the stars.

As sort of a centerpiece is a small potted tree with many branches, and slips of parchment with ribbon ties, and quills for writing to act as a guestbook but also a memory tree. Even if you haven't known Cid for too long, you can still write something nice!



Overall this is very much a mingle post! Drink, eat, be merry, and wish Cid Telamon a happy birthday!

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Comments

[gruffier]

[ Founder, are you trying to embarrass him more?

He'll blink, face locked in temporary surprise before allowing it to soften with a mixed smile. ]

A toast, then. [ Clive will pause to raise his own tankard. He does not grab the attention of anyone else in the room (or at least tries not to) and in a low voice continues ] To the man with a million plans. To a brilliant father, friend, and mentor.

[ The brings the tankard closer to his mouth as the smile forms a bit brighter. ]

Cheers to the greatest "outlaw" I've known. I couldn't have come this far without you.

[ramuhs]

[Yes. Always. Clive, you know the drill man.

Now, Cid was teasing Clive a bit, so he wasn't really expecting much. And while it may not have been lengthy or boisterous (he sees how he's trying to keep quiet), he can tell the words are genuine and full of his sincerity. It's...a bit touching, really, a feeling he's not really all that used to, and he can't help but smile and glance down at his own mug before he raises his own mug towards Clive.]

Got that right. Wouldn't even be here if I hadn't saved your ass back there.

[A low chuckle as he takes a generous swig, the taste of the alcohol cool and much needed after everything.]

[gruffier]

[ He could tell by the joke that Cid had meant to keep the conversation light... but Clive still has a lot of growing up to do when it came to getting over his guilt and self-deprecation.

He'll gaze into the tankard for a moment, reflecting on his exact reflection, before briefly getting lost in thought. ]

You're right. My life would have been claimed by the Ironblood, and Jill's fate left worse for wear had you not stepped in when you did. [ Finally, finally he'll take a sip of it, the tasting bringing him somewhat back to the present. ]

I owe you my life.

[ramuhs]

[This kid... Who is not really much of a kid anymore, but he'll always be something like one to Cid. So there's just a quiet smile before he reaches over and pats him hard on the shoulder before taking a firmer grip and shaking him a bit, roughhousing like usual.]

And you've repaid it in spades. However, if you keep up with this kind of talk I'll be making you drink my tankards if to help lighten you up. You were quite entertaining that other time you were drunk, where'd that lad go?

[He says, but all with a smile as he doesn't want Clive to get too bogged down in those thoughts. Save it for your own birthday!!!!! Cid has enough sobering enough thoughts as it is, don't add to them!!!]

[gruffier]

[ He's sorry he can't help it!! It's the trauma!!

But the shake does help clear his thoughts, and in just a moment he's able to return fully accompanied with a bit of a chuckle.

Please don't make him remember that night. ]

Not tonight. This day is about you— [ Clive comments, pressing his own mug against Cid's chest with a renewed smile. ] And I intend to see through this tradition to its end.

[ramuhs]

[He will if you keep this up, boy.

He just laughs at that as he gives Clive one last slap on the back before pulling back.]

Right then, let's get this started then, eh? At least the ale will be good.

[And then he raises his tankard high.]

Bottom's up!

[And dowwwwn it gooooooes.]

[gruffier]

[ Clive will lift his tankard once again in a form of agreeance before bringing it to his own lips for a sip. He'll drink, but it's up to Cid to take on the heavy load of it all.

So that's why as the older gentleman is getting half way through his drink, Clive is already preparing another one in his honor. ]

Keep it up. You've a long way to go.

[ramuhs]

[There's just a loud Ah! of satisfaction as he finishes it, slamming down the tankard against the table with gusto, setting it to the side so it can be refilled or replaced.]

And the night is still young. Let's see how long it takes before I have to be dragged away.

[A wry chuckle. Hopefully Benedikta doesn't catch wind of this—]