fandomhighdorms | [2nd Floor Common Area

Parker wanders in, wearing her, "It's not PMS, it's you" T-Shirt, and looking pretty pleased with herself.

"Hey. Heard it was your birthday. Many happy returns, and all that. Have a lollipop."

She is carrying the TV-B-Gone in case someone lands on a channel she doesn't like, a handful of lollipops, and the Zombie Survival Guide.

Looking up from what appears to be QVC, he smirks. "Thanks." He takes it, tapping it idly on the arm of the couch. "What's up? You've got a sunshiney sort of look about you."

"Nothing makes my day like new purchases. Happy, shiny, explosive ones." Parker flops down on the couch. "Even if I do have to lock them up in the weapons locker." She cocks an eyebrow at him. "Hey, are you living over at Echolls' place? Or just visiting a lot?"

"Oh really? Anything I can see next gun club?" He turns the tv down a couple ticks, and manages not to blush, though it's a close thing. "Sleeping over, but not living. Still have a room here-" He gestures down the hall with the lollipop. "The door all covered in giftwrap? That'd be me."

"Probably. There's a new place in town, Blood Gulch Arms. The owner has out-of-dimension connections, to judge by some of the stuff available." Parker twirls the keychain with the TV-B-Gone around her fingers. "I'll be pointing people toward that, if they have the cash. Place isn't cheap."

"Ahh, of course. Birthday boy." She grins, then leans forward. "Thing is, how mad do you think your guy and the pirate would be, if I played one last prank on Echolls before I gave him his key back? Nothing dangerous. Just a lot of yelling probable."

Han has heard the rumors all day, and during the cancelled class, has nipped back to the ship for a present. He finally tracks down Krycek in the common room, before his Business class.

"Got something for you. Heard it was your birthday."

The shoebox sized package sits rather ominously on the table.

"Sounds interesting," Krycek says. "I'll have to check it out sometime." Eyeing the keychain, he shifts a little bit on the couch - after the air-blaster, he's not sure what else she carries around for fun. "Maybe after my bonus."

Arching an eyebrow, he grins slightly at the idea of mischief in the name of annoying Logan. "Jake would probably love you for it. Barbossa? It'd probably depend on whether it meant no one'd be replacing the jam. So what's the idea?"

Still surprised at the outpouring of generosity from all quarters today, Krycek manages nonetheless to give Han a sheepish grin. "Hey, you didn't have to. But thanks." He looks at the box and, after a moment, reaches out to open it.

"Better open the foil on top first. If it seeps onto the player or the cubes, I don't think it'd be good for them."

[[ooc: the foil is baklava that Han made in cooking class. There are about 4 holocubes--your choice of content--and a player of his own.]]

"I got a few toys (http://www.spencergifts.com/proddetail.asp?proddept=decor&sku=437152) from (http://www.spencergifts.com/proddetail.asp?proddept=decor&sku=511790) O'Neill (http://www.thinkgeek.com/cubegoodies/toys/78df/) last month, to help me quit smoking. And I haven't had the chance to really use them yet. You can help, or you can have total deniability, your call. I understand Echolls is giving a party this weekend?"

Opening the foil, Krycek looks at the baklava, taking a moment to remember what it's called. "Baklava? Hey, I haven't had any of that in a long time." He puts it aside carefully, then checks the box. "Oh, wow." Krycek grins, eyebrows raised as if asking Han if he's sure. "Thanks, that's really kind of you. Nothing you mind parting with?"

Han gives him a wink. "Copies. Instructions are on the player, it's solar powered and holds a 12 hour charge. And the baklava is fresh from cooking class."

"Quit smoking?" Krycek purses his lips, giving her a critical look. "Wondered what looked different about you." He twiddles the lollipop again, apparently glad to have something to do with his hands for the moment. "Depends on how much help. I'd rather not be tied too close - be awkward if Jake's apology were disqualified due to his boyfriend screwing things up."

"What I really need to know, is the best place to put certain articles... and when Echolls won't be there. Anything else, I can do myself, really. Think you can manage a phone call?" Parker raises her eyebrows. "I didn't get you a birthday present, but I'm sure something from Blood Gulch's catalog would be a nice late surprise, wouldn't it?"

"Those things I can do," he says with a nod, smirking. Pulling open the lolly wrapper, he nearly chokes on it at Parker's suggestion. "Are you kidding?" Looking at her, Krycek blinks. "If you are serious, then sure. I'm not above accepting gifts however late anyone wants to give them."

Today is just full of interesting surprises.

Parker grins. "I'll get you a copy of their catalog. Keep it under $500, and it's all good." Cackling, she sits back to watch the TV with much satisfaction.

Having noticed that Krycek was in the common room as she passed by on her way back from town, D'anna heads there after dropping off her books and rucksack. Still dressed in the same outfit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/no_chocolate/FH/taft.jpg) from this morning but sporting pig-tails and a new hat (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/no_chocolate/FH/krycek_hat.jpg), she enters the room carrying a large cake-box and candles (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/285257.html?thread=11356745#t11356745).

Placing the cake on a table, she takes out a few candles. She has no idea how old Krycek is so after a few moments of deliberation she makes a large K with them. She then lights the K and tucks her lighter back into her pocket.

Passing through after Band, Callisto tosses Krycek a small leather wrapped package (http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/6916/0100140457ix.jpg).

"Happy Birthday."

Watching D walk back into the common area, Krycek's about to greet her before he realizes she's up to something.

When she walks over with the cake, he laughs, shaking his head a little in disbelief. He's rarely had one cake on his birthday, much less two. The cake with its flaming K is set down on the coffee table and he gives her a delighted look. "So what's all this about?"

Catching it, he blinks. "Callisto? Thanks!" Opening it, he looks quite surprised yet again - it's jewelry, but something he might actually wear. "Christ, you're born and suddenly everyone wants to reward you for it."

He shakes his head, completely bemused, but not ready to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Thanks, Parker. You really know how to confuse the hell out a guy."

She half-grins as she glares at him from under her hat-brim. "You called me, mister. Something about a birthday?"

"I looked up 'birthday traditions' this morning. The page said something about cake, so I got one from Deb's." D flops down on the couch next to him. "She told me I had to put candles on the cake and light themandsingbeforeyoublewthemout," she finishes the last part really quick, sort of hopping Alex will be too distracted by the candles to pick up on it.

Shaking his head, he snickers. "Hey, Jake made me call. How was I supposed to know it was apparently offensive to not tell the entire world what day you were born? Nice hat, by the way." He looks at the cake, wishing suddenly that she'd been able to see the one Duce got him - though if she had, she might not have done this at all, which would have been a shame. "From Deb's? Probably pretty good then. So did she teach you the song, too?" He grins maliciously at her.

"Hey, you're getting free stuff out of it, enjoy it while it lasts." Callisto grins. "Wellm no rest for the wicked, I've got to get going. Have fun!"

"Excellent. Honestly appreciated, man." He seems very pleased, if still very bemused by all the attention he's getting today.

"Thanks," she grinned and tugged at the brim so it fell over one eye. She tilted her head to look at him, "You really wouldn't have told anyone if Jake hadn't made you, would you've?"

"Everything from Deb's is good, so far. She's a nice lady." D'anna cringed a little at his question and a blush began to rise on her cheeks. Frak me, he listens too well. "There's a whole song?"

"Probably not," he says with a shrug. "I haven't celebrated a birthday in years." Not counting the ones where I was dead.

Grinning mischievously, he watches her blush with almost malicious enjoyment. "And a dance."

D'anna gives his shoulder a playfully shove and rolls her eyes, "Boys! Friends like to know these things."

Her eyebrows shoot up, "D-d-dance?" I hate Earth. So much. Stupid fraking... eyes wide, she swallows, "there's a dance too?"

"Haven't had many of those, either." He looks faintly sheepish.

The mischievous look returns as he nods, just barely solemn enough to maybe be convincing. "Yep. Though you really just make it up as you go, depending on how you feel about the person who you're dancing for." He looks expectant. "I can sing the song, if you want to just handle the dance."

Her expression and voice soften, "yeah? Me neither. Too much traveling. I mean, I know people, but I'm not close with them, ya know?"

D'anna is vaguely terrified but she tries to not show it. She blinks and stands up. Right, I can do this. I can. Really. "Alright. Tell anyone and I'll have to hurt you."

"Plan on going anywhere anytime soon?" Krycek gives her a charming, puppy-like look. "Seems like this is a good place to start making friends."

"Oh, sure. No telling, got it." Sitting back, he gestures for her to begin as he takes a deep breath to begin singing in a passable tenor. "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me--"

"No, you?" She smiles, "Yeah, it does."

D'anna rolls her eyes and blushes more. She sways back and forth and turns around once. The inside of her hat-brim must be incredibly interesting because she doesn't look anywhere else the whole time. She in no way looks like she'd like to hide inside a D'anna sized box for the rest of the night. Nope. Not at all. Really.

"Happy biiirthday to meee--" He really can't stand letting her do that anymore. Really. Even if it's hilarious and actually rather endearing. So he waits a couple moments more before shaking his head, waving for her to stop. "D? D'anna." Krycek looks almost guilty - almost. "Thanks." His expression warms, sincerely heartened. "This really made my day."

She finally looks down when she hears her name and stops mid-sway. "You're welcome," she flops back down on the couch and smiles at him. Her smiles turns to a wicked grin, "I expect the same on my birthday, dancing and all. Now blow out the candles before they set the cake on fire."

Grinning, he nudges her in the shoulder. "No audience? You've got a deal." He thinks he'll probably regret that, but it's a good trade if it means she won't kill him. Leaning over, he blows out the candles in one go, though it leaves him a little bit light-headed. He sits up, motioning to the cake as he looks to D again. "You want the honors?"

"No audience, check." She slips a hand into her pocket a pulls out a small package as he sits back up. "Honors?"

"Honors. Do you want to have the honor of cutting the cake," he explains, smiling.

"Oh!" D'anna looks around but there's nothing resembling a knife. She's about to say as much when an idea strikes her. She grins, "sure." She then scoops up some of the icing with one finger and dabs it squarely on the end of Krycek's nose. She smiles and tries not to giggle much as she hands him a the small package and licks the remaining icing from her finger. "I didn't have much time to shop so..." she shrugs.

Jerking back in surprise, he goes cross-eyed for a moment trying to see the frosting. "Hey!" Taking the package absently, he's more concerned with getting the frosting off his nose, wiping at it with his fingers and sticking them in his mouth for lack of anything else. Eyeing D'anna, he mumbles something dire before actually opening the package. "Hey, I didn't exactly expect anyone to do anything."

A cross-eyed, mildly-but-not-really-perturbed Krycek was something not to be missed and D'anna laughed loudly. "I didn't think to bring utensils, sorry." She watches as he opens the package (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v722/no_chocolate/FH/suncross02.jpg), "it's a sunwheel." She blushes again, a little uncomfortable.

Krycek gives her an almost hurt look at being laughed at, but decides he probably deserves it and inspects the gift. "A sunwheel?" Picking it out of the packaging, he holds it up by the cord, watching the pendant twist lazily at the end of it. "Does it have some meaning?"

"Yeah, it's symbol of Apollo, our Sun God. Aunt Jalynda picked it up for me. After our project..." her voice trails off as she shrugs again and looks down at her hands. It's not like she wasn't going to get one for each of her Just Say Yes to Vampires teammates but this one was somehow a little more important to her than the one she had waiting for say Xander or Logan. She does her best to be nonchalant, "I'm not religious or anything, but it might come in handy."

Krycek studies the pendant, lifting his other hand to rest the sunwheel in it. He gives her a thoughtful look and nods. "Thanks, D." Lifting the necklace, he pulls it over his head, letting the pendant rest against his sweater. "I don't usually wear jewelry, but this is nice."

"You're welcome, Alex," she gives him a small smile then stretches as a yawn hits her. Settling back into her seat, she takes her hat from her head and begins to spin it idly between her hands. "Anything else I need to know about Earth birthdays?"

Watching her, one hand moving to fiddle with the necklace idly, he smirks. "Let me ask you first: how old are you?"

She doesn't object to being asked her age but he has a history of asking her odd questions such as, "Ma'am, what is your species?" so stilling the hat, D tilts her head to look at him, "why?"

He shrugs, dismissing the question. "Just that, on Earth and in the United States in particular, your birthday determines several things, which are fairly important milestones. They may have changed a bit since I last looked, but sixteen, eighteen, and twenty-one years old are some of the more important ones. I'm turning eighteen, by the way." Krycek smirks. "Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up so randomly."

"I'll soon be seventeen. At sixteen, we're legal to do almost everything on Leonis except hold office. I don't have to be in school, but I want to get into one of the universities so here I am." She gestures broadly with her hands to indicate the school. "No worries, Froggy." She reached over and tussles his hair. Then, after looking at him for a second, she puts the hat on his head. "Happy eighteenth."

"That's a much better system, I think, than ours. At least, in part." He chuckles, batting at her hand as she ruffles his hair. "Thanks, D. It's been a much better day than I would've figured after telling everyone about it." Krycek tugs at the brim of hat, pulling it down rakishly as she did earlier, his smile most obviously pleased and maybe rather touched.

[2nd Floor Common Area - early evening]

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