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It's my birthday apparently.

It's hard to treat it as such when I've only just arrived and it wasn't April according to the calendar on the Avalon. The last birthday I'd celebrated hadn't really been a birthday, either, but instead a celebration of my awakening on the ship which turned out to be anything but worth celebrating. It's hard not to think about that day today and how if Arthur hadn't let it slip, I could have spent a lifetime believing what happened to Jim and I was fate.

I don't know how I feel about fate and I don't know how I feel about birthdays. I don't feel any older and I certainly don't feel any wiser. At least I feel stronger. My hands have all but healed and the pain in my arm is gone. Soon, I think I'll start running. I've only bought a few supplies so far, some shirts and dresses. I still need something for exercise.

And a bathing suit. 

Maybe I'll treat myself to that today – even if it's an arbitrary date and I don't know how much impact it has on my biological age.

I'm thinking just that, about treating myself, when I pass a bakery and spot a cupcake. In my head, I can hear the robots singing.

Happy Birthday, dear Aurora...

I shake my head as if I can shake the memory away with it and go in.

[Dated 27/4, find her shopping, at the bakery or just eating a cupcake. Open.]

Date: 2017-04-27 10:50 am (UTC)
pontmercyfriend: (Full of love)
From: [personal profile] pontmercyfriend
Marius has such a weakness for bakeries and sweets, especially now that he's back to his studies. He has his favorite places, of course, which he frequents on a near daily basis, but he also enjoys venturing out and enjoying new spots as well.

It is on such an expedition today that he finds himself with a slice of chocolate cake and nowhere to sit, as the tables in the bakery into which he's wandered all seem to be taken. For a moment, he stands about awkwardly, and then he catches sight of a young woman with a cupcake, who appears to be alone at her table. His eyes brighten when he thinks he recognizes her a moment later, albeit with shorter, lighter hair than he's used to seeing on her. Perhaps a summer hair cut?

"Hello," he says, still smiling as he makes his way over. "Mind if I join you, Raven?"
Edited (i'm a dumbass) Date: 2017-04-27 11:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-04-28 11:18 pm (UTC)
pontmercyfriend: (Shy)
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"Oh, God, pardon me," Marius says, paling a bit when the woman explains that she isn't who he originally assumed her to be. And now that she's spoken, he realizes he can see less of Raven in her; her lighter hair and the style of it, the way she dresses. "But you look just like a friend of mine."

Apologetic as he is, he is also nonetheless grateful when she still invites him to join her, and he takes the seat opposite hers a moment later.

"Thank you," he says. He notices her cupcake, and glances back at her. "Any special occasion? Or just having a cupcake for the fun of it?"

Date: 2017-04-29 10:24 pm (UTC)
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"She's very nice," Marius says with a smile. He wonders how Raven will react upon learning that she has someone with her face in the city. Having experienced the sensation multiple times now, Marius can safely say that it doesn't get any less strange with each subsequent person who appears to share his visage.

"Oh, well, happy birthday," he says, nodding and lifting his piece of cake towards her in a sort of toast. "I hope you're having a pleasant one so far?"

"Do you have a different calendar, where you're from?" He asks, curious.

Date: 2017-04-30 05:38 pm (UTC)
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"Good," Marius nods. It still feels weird, sometimes, to think of celebrating his birthday at all, let alone in a city that isn't Paris. He sometimes thinks that being in Darrow means he shouldn't experience birthdays, but he also knows that, another year, another year older. Time moves on, no matter whether one is back home or stuck in some magical city in an alternate dimension.

He perks up when she mentions not being from 2017. "Are you from an earlier point in time then?" He guesses, assuming because he's met more people from the past than the present.

Date: 2017-05-01 11:58 pm (UTC)
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"2819?" Marius' eyes widen into saucers not unlike the one upon which his slice of cake rests. He's so used to people hailing from the past, either further in the future from his own or just before him, that the year she says catches him entirely by surprise. "My God. That's...that's a bit of a distance from here."

Eight hundred years into the future. He can only imagine what life must be like then. What it must feel like for her to have gotten stuck in the past.

"It must be strange, being caught in the past like this," he says.

Date: 2017-05-02 10:07 pm (UTC)
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"Dieu," Marius exhales, out of habit, shaking his head. Not only from the future, but apparently from among the stars as well. Quite the combination for a newcomer to Darrow. He wonders what it must be like to be back on Earth after living up in the sky. "That's pretty incredible."

When he first arrived to Darrow, Marius would never have believed anyone who would have told him that they'd come from the future and from in space. But having lived in the city for over three years now, and having experienced whirlwinds of the unexpected, he knows now to trust people when they mention their homes prior to Darrow.

"I am," he admits. "I'm from Paris, but in the past. It was 1832, back home for me before Darrow."

Date: 2017-05-05 12:42 am (UTC)
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"Indeed," Marius agrees with a nod. She knows even more about the future than the here and now, he realizes, when he considers the vast amount of space between them. As someone who hails from the past, to think of this present as such boggles the mind a bit.

"But the good kind of strange, I think," he adds with a soft smile.

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Date: 2017-04-28 03:15 pm (UTC)
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He finds her with a little frosting smeared across her top lip, and Hawkeye smiles to himself before he approaches her, enjoying the sight probably more than he should. He's been a little worried about her, though he won't admit it. Dealing with this place is hard enough on anyone, but she's come here as out of time as he is, injured and with a whole lot of other stuff going on in her head, by the sound of things. She'd seemed like she was dealing with it all the last time he saw her, but Hawkeye's an expert on pretending to deal with things, so he knows what that looks like.

Still, as he moves closer he can see that her arm is healing well, and it's his official medical opinion that a cupcake goes a long way to helping, too.

"You got a little something," he says by way of greeting, indicating to her lip. The cupcake itself looks delicious, and a quick glance to the bakery she's standing outside of lets him know where he needs to try next. He's tallying up a list of all the good food places, committing them all to memory. He's not sure why, exactly, but that doesn't matter. "I'd offer to lick it off myself, but people might stare."

Date: 2017-04-29 01:21 pm (UTC)
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He grins at that, watching her wipe the frosting off. "It's true, I wouldn't, but I thought you might." Staring he's used to. There wasn't a whole lot of privacy at the 4077th and Hawkeye is used to making his moves in plain sight. Especially if there's frosting involved.

He sits down, leaning back and crossing one ankle over the other. She only has the one cupcake and he has no intention of taking it from her, even if it does look good. The idea of sharing is tempting, though if he's honest he'd rather taste it another way. That much he keeps to himself for now, giving her a smile and shaking his head.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to deprive a woman of her cupcake. It's my professional medical opinion that you need it to keep up your strength."

Date: 2017-04-30 12:50 pm (UTC)
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"A birthday?" he repeats excitedly, his grin widening. Maybe she's not so enthusiastic about the idea because she's spending her birthday in Darrow, but it's already brightened his day, for reasons he can't fully explain. Hawkeye is all about a celebration, and BJ had always been so against any fuss being made out of him that he never let Hawkeye throw him any kind of party.

He doesn't know Aurora all that well yet and so throwing her a party probably wouldn't go down that well either, but he's not about to let the comment just slide, either.

"More cupcakes," he says for starters, nodding seriously. "And infinitely more martinis." It's been a little strange, not being able to roll over from his bunk and pour a glass from the still. Better for his liver, but a whole lot less fun. He's tried several types of gin since arriving, but somewhere in Korea his tastebuds were bastardised and now nothing tastes quite the same as the paint-stripping, stomach-burning moonshine they created in the Swamp.

Unable to help himself, he leans forward to swipe a dot of frosting off the edge of the cupcake, licking his finger. "Darrow probably isn't what you wanted for it, but happy birthday all the same."

Date: 2017-05-01 12:20 pm (UTC)
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"Surgeon, remember?" he says with a wink. He's made it a point to know all the various routes to a girl's heart, among other places, and not necessarily for medical reasons. The liver, he's pretty sure, is overrated.

Sometimes he forgets how much of a time jump this is for her, and it throws him for a second. He'd thought he was out of time here, but 800 years is mind boggling. She's doing remarkably well, considering, but then maybe he's just pegging her wrong. Psychology is Sidney's forte, not his.

"Oh, it counts," he argues, shaking his head. "You don't get out of a birthday that easily. 800 years be damned."

Date: 2017-05-01 01:16 pm (UTC)
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She hasn't actually seen him work, but he'll take the compliment all the same. If what she's said about the future is anything to go by, there's a good chance she hasn't really met any surgeons to base her assessment off, so he supposes it might be true enough. He's hardly going to argue.

Hawkeye leans back in his chair, his grin widening. "Now you're talking my language. Finish that," he instructs, pointing at the cupcake. "It's a good thing this place gives me free money," he considers. "The price of a martini in this city is enough to drive a man to drink."

It's been a long time since he had to buy a drink at all, but the money is hardly his anyway and he supposes he had to get used to normal life again some time. As normal as Darrow can be called, anyway. Not that he's entirely ruled out the idea of setting up another still in his apartment.

Date: 2017-05-02 09:56 am (UTC)
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He hasn't really thought of this city like that, though he supposes it's accurate enough. Still, he'd considered the draft board kidnappers more than this city. Maybe it's got something to do with where the kidnapping causes him to end up as to how charitable he's feeling.

She finishes off the cupcake and holds her finger out to him with a spot of frosting, and Hawkeye grins at her before he can help it. Oh, he likes her. He could use his fingers, but where's the fun in that? He leans forward, rests a steadying hand on her wrist and sucks the frosting off the tip of her finger. If he lingers a second longer than necessary, he doesn't think he could be blamed.

He hums a noise of contentment as he sits back, eyeing her. "Well, lead on to gin."

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