A Belated Birthday - video and action options

[needmyspace]

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[At least Keith knows how to keep a feed steady on his face. He's had a lot of practice at this. His voice is somewhat hushed, and he is in a darkened room, glancing back over his shoulder before he finally clears his throat and starts to speak.]

It was Lance's birthday on Sunday. And I totally forgot, and I think it might have hurt his feelings. So. [He takes a deep breath, glancing back behind his shoulder again.] I guess I'm going to throw him a late birthday party, so he stops sulking. Please, everyone, I could use some backup here. If you could just show up at the house this afternoon for a few minutes or something, that would be great. You don't have to know us. He'll just be happy to have people paying attention to him.

[There's some noise behind him, and he looks back again before standing up hurriedly and speaking in a hushed voice.] Okay, Keith out.


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[Keith is pretty sure that Lance is aware that something is up, because he's been running around like a madman setting things up for what he hopes to be at least a decent little gathering. With luck, people have heard the message and will show, and that should help Lance feel a little better. Not that Keith cares, of course. He just wants his roommate to stop making snide comments.

By mid-afternoon, he's managed to set up a table with some food -- of questionable quality, but still edible -- and found a bot to play some music quietly. It's not like any sort of music he's ever heard, honestly, but it'll do the trick for now, hopefully.

Now to wait and pray that someone actually shows. Even better if they bring something with them.]

Comments

[needmyspace]

Yeah, I'm Keith.

[He's a little unsure about shaking hands with a large robot, but eh. Why not? He takes the offered hand as best he can, though it's much larger than his.]

You too. What do you call yourself?

[trashbot]

[The way the blue light from his optics narrows in deep concentration as he takes Keith's hand and shakes it is visible. Don't crush the human's hand. Don't crush it. He still really has no idea how fragile humans are, but he's not planning on finding out. Keith has probably had a firmer handshake from a child.]

My name's Tailgate. It's nice of you to throw a party for your friend like this. Did you meet Lance here, or did you know him before?

[needmyspace]

[Keith appreciates the gentle handshake. He'd rather have that than have his hand crushed.]

Oh, no, we're teammates back home. [He nods.]

[trashbot]

[Awww yeah he did it. Handshake accomplished.]

That's lucky, that you guys arrived here around the same time as each other. It's weird not having anyone I know around all the sudden.

[needmyspace]

[Keith nods.]

Yeah, it's been good. He'd have a hard time without someone else here, I think.

[trashbot]

You think so? Does he have a hard time making friends with new people?

[Just because someone likes having the attention on them doesn't always mean they were good with people. Kind of like Getaway. Ugh. If Lance is like Getaway he's keeping the dog statue for himself.]

[needmyspace]

Oh, not at all. Lance is great with people. But he likes...his people best, you know?

[...maybe this isn't making sense.]

I don't know. Forget I said it.

[trashbot]

[Tailgate shakes his head.]

I think I get what you mean. Making new friends is different than being around friends you already have. Especially in a weird place like this. That kind of thing, right?

[needmyspace]

[Not exactly what he was getting at, though frankly, Keith's not really sure what he was trying to say at this point.]

Yeah, that kind of thing. [He nods.]