Log: Birthday Fun

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York, open
What: A gathering of friends for York's birthday
Where: The For Hire Base. Later Errera
When: Saturday 10/17
Warnings: None expected

After a very interesting and highly enjoyable morning with Sigma, the two of them make their way over to the base where York's arranged for everyone to meet. He is in a very good mood and has barely stopped smiling since he woke up. It's going to be a good day. He can just tell. It's his birthday, he's going to see most of the people he enjoys hanging out with, and with a trip to Errera that evening to top it all off, it's going to be a whirl of fun and crazy.

They arrive at the base and York lets them in, making a quick stop at his room so he can change from his disguised green into his own tan and then they head out to the common room to wait for the others. York flops down onto one of the couches and beams up at the ceiling. Yep, gonna be a good day.

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[the_informant]

Good day? Of course. It was a birthday, and a birthday means Florida flounces into the room and smiles at York.

"Present time!" he declares cheerfully. "Quick, quick, open it up. I need to go back to the Ai twins with Tex. She let me come over early just to give you this!"

[depthlesslock]

York almost falls off the couch in surprise, but manages to save himself from the humiliation and sits up a bit as Florida bounces over and drops a parcel in his lap.

Grinning, he opens it up and pulls out a sweater. Nice and cozy looking too. 'Aw, thanks, Florida!' he says, smiling up at him.

[the_informant]

"You're one of the few people here that ever shows genuine gratitude at my gifts," Florida pouts at him. "Of course I was going to make you one. See the darker orange accents? I couldn't make red work as well, with your color, but a darker orange worked out well enough."

[depthlesslock]

'Most of them,' he mutters, thinking of the length of rope currently at the back of his closet. 'Stuff like this though, hell yes. The dark-k orange works really well with it. Thanks!' He can tell this is going to be the kind of sweater he can wear around on cold days and snuggle up in with a mug of coffee or hot chocolate. And with winter coming, those days are going to get more frequent.

[the_informant]

Florida smiles. He likes the pattern he created on this one. The way the orange worked down from the collar in a line toward the stomach. Reminded him of one of his favorite rope techniques.

"It should be plenty warm."

[depthlesslock]

'Between this and the blanket, I'm starting to wonder if you keep thinking I'm going to come down with a cold or something,' he teases, carefully folding the sweater. It's too warm to wear right now, but he looks forward to the first cold day when he can pull it out and enjoy it.

[the_informant]

"Everyone gets sick. And the blanket was for when you were sick before," Florida points out. "This is portable warmth."

[searchandrecovery]

The best way to describe Wash's physical and emotional state is 'condensed ray of sunshine.' He's been looking forward to York's birthday for over a week. York's birthday is even more fun than his own. After all, York's the kind of guy who truly knows how to enjoy a party.

Wash gives York a few moments to change and then bursts into the common room, beaming. He's got a box with a tan ribbon on top (which was surprisingly hard to find, tan isn't exactly a popular ribbon color) and he's way, way too excited.

"Happy birthday!"

[depthlesslock]

York tips his head backwards over the sofa's armrest at the call and grins at his best friend who's hurrying into the room, seemingly upside down.

'Hey, Wash!' he greets, righting himself and standing up to meet him. 'Aw, is that for me? How long did it take you to find that ribbon?' It's almost exactly his shade. That must have taken some effort.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash shrugs. "I dunno about time, but I had to try a few stationery stores. You wouldn't believe how many stationery stores we have on this lawless, desert town." Wash laughs, but really, it is a little unusual. Someone should look into that.

Wash leans in, practically bouncing. "But it's not the ribbon that's important. Open it, open it!" Inside is a multi-volume biography of ABBA, as well as the novelization of Mama Mia. Now York can enjoy ABBA quietly!

[depthlesslock]

'Good find. Guess I need to find a grey, yellow striped ribbon for when I take you on your late birthday treat now,' he says, grinning.

He opens the present as eagerly instructed and laughs at what he finds inside. 'Aw, Wash. Thanks!' He hugs him gratefully.

[searchandrecovery]

Wash gives York a tight squeeze back. No need to thank him, he's doing a service to humanity. "I guess you are," he teases. "You might have to ask Oquirrh. She already knows all the craft shops better than I do."

[depthlesslock]

'I'll do that,' he says, letting go, but not without taking a moment to ruffle Wash's hair. So fluffy.

[protective_logic]

Saturday on a weekend where Florida has the kids, yes Delta can make time for that. Not much because he has work, but he does stop in before work with a carefully wrapped present. The first book in his favorite series, to share just with his friend. Well, he's already given one to Tex and Maine, so whatever, but he wants to share anyway.

"York?"

[depthlesslock]

He's been waiting to hear that voice. Turning around, his smile - which has permanently etched itself onto his face for the day - grows at the sight of his friend and he bounds over.

'Delta! Hey, man, glad you could come.'

[protective_logic]

"Me too," Delta smiles. "I wanted... I wanted to bring you this gift. If that's okay. I was going to bring you my first crotchet project but... it's horrible."

[depthlesslock]

'I'd probably wear it anyway,' he says, laughing. 'Or find some use for it. Anyway, thanks!' He takes the present and opens it. 'Oh, cool! I've heard good things about this series. Never got round to trying it though. I assume you've read it?'

[protective_logic]

"My older brother and I have been reading it since we were kids," Delta smiles. "They just made this first book into a movie. It was pretty good for a modernly created sci-fi. You may not know it but those can be hard to do. Granted it doesn't live up to my favorite sci-fi movie, but it's good."

[depthlesslock]

'I'll read the book first so I can have a better view on the film,' he decides as he scans the blurb for a small insight. Sure looks interesting. 'What's your favorite sci-fi film then?'

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She's not going to miss the birthday of the other half of the Recovered Mercs Club. (Never mind that it's an excuse to visit the base. And Wash.) Oquirrh makes her way there at the appointed time, package under her good shoulder and smile in place.

She finds York in the common area, of course, and drapes herself over the back of the couch. "Happy birthday!" she says.

[depthlesslock]

York startles a little at the sudden appearance of Oquirrh in his vision, but then he laughs and pats her shoulder.

'Hey, Trouble on Wheels,' he greets. 'Good to see you.'

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Thanks! You should see the new wheels," she says. "They are gorgeous and I love them. Good to see you, too. Good day?"

[depthlesslock]

'Oh got a new ride?' Finally back in her comfort zone, as is he. Almost. He's passed the test, the job's on Thursday. Recovered mercs. 'Awesome day.'

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I got a really good deal on a motorcycle," she says. "I'm well on my way to having a proper little fleet."

"I'm glad it's awesome. I brought you a present."

Made, actually. This was the second project she worked on when she could knit again, after Abby's socks. These are socks too, of course, but they're a bright tomato red with tan accents instead of butter yellow.

[depthlesslock]

'Niiice,' he says. He prefer cars, but he can't deny how badass motorcycles look, especially with someone who knows what they're doing, which Oquirrh definitely does.

He takes the present and it squishes in his hands. A memory flood back of Abby saying her sister will punish him with socks, and sure enough, when he opens the package, there are socks and he can't help but laugh. Nice color.