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edge_of_forever2013-04-10 08:57 pm
brightestlight) wrote in edge_of_forever2013-04-10 08:57 pm
Happy Birthday to All of You
Caroline Forbes turns nineteen today.
She turns nineteen, and last night - through sheer accident, while she was looking for decorations (because yes, she was going to throw herself a party - nobody else was going to, and this place wasn't going to rule her life that much) she found a micro USB charger, stuffed into a cardboard box full of strings and cords and what looked like dry spaghetti.
Pictures. There were a million pictures, now that she could charge her phone that she'd gotten out of inventory. Her and Elena, her and Bonnie, Matt and Tyler and Jeremy-- and her mom.
That was when she changed everything. No party. Not a standard party anyway - she left everything where it was, the small observatory where she'd been going to invite everyone a tornado of forgotten decorations. No, she was going to do this right, because she wasn't going to be all woebegone. No point in it.
So. Holodeck.
Carnival.
The holodeck obliged, and it was just before dusk, the buzz of people around her mixing with the noises of children and weird, piped in music. There were what seemed like a million booths, with prizes and people and there was dinky rollercoaster and a ferris wheel and bumper cars and the smell of cotton candy and funnelcakes and it was pretty much exactly what she'd wanted.
Nothing super personal, but there's no way people wouldn't have fun. She pulled out her communicator, and sent out the message, just before-- "Computer? Give me the pinkest cosmopolitan you can. And make nobody care about open containers of alcohol."
Let's get this party started.
She turns nineteen, and last night - through sheer accident, while she was looking for decorations (because yes, she was going to throw herself a party - nobody else was going to, and this place wasn't going to rule her life that much) she found a micro USB charger, stuffed into a cardboard box full of strings and cords and what looked like dry spaghetti.
Pictures. There were a million pictures, now that she could charge her phone that she'd gotten out of inventory. Her and Elena, her and Bonnie, Matt and Tyler and Jeremy-- and her mom.
That was when she changed everything. No party. Not a standard party anyway - she left everything where it was, the small observatory where she'd been going to invite everyone a tornado of forgotten decorations. No, she was going to do this right, because she wasn't going to be all woebegone. No point in it.
So. Holodeck.
Carnival.
The holodeck obliged, and it was just before dusk, the buzz of people around her mixing with the noises of children and weird, piped in music. There were what seemed like a million booths, with prizes and people and there was dinky rollercoaster and a ferris wheel and bumper cars and the smell of cotton candy and funnelcakes and it was pretty much exactly what she'd wanted.
Nothing super personal, but there's no way people wouldn't have fun. She pulled out her communicator, and sent out the message, just before-- "Computer? Give me the pinkest cosmopolitan you can. And make nobody care about open containers of alcohol."
Let's get this party started.