( catchall ) time to celebrate

[rikugan]

WHO: aodh belli, gojo satoru rikugan + you
WHAT: catchall
WHERE: all over
WHEN: throughout dec 2024
WARNINGS: will cw on subject headers as needed

( ooc | a general catchall for both open and closed logs below! if we've made plans, don't hesitate to drop something in under the respective headers. otherwise, you can reach me at voicelog for plotting. ✌️ )

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AODH

[belli]

info / inbox

[photosympathies]

( Armed with a suspicious parcel under one arm, here comes Vash the Stampede to Aodh's door. It's been a while since he saw his extra tall buddy, and every so often he feels the need to not tower over the rest of the populace himself. So, of course he's going to abuse his acquaintance's height. When the other man opens the door, Vash is all bright smiles and winning charm, glasses flashing orange in the low light. )

Hi.

( Hefting his wax-paper covered gift now into two hands. ) I bought you something. It's just a sandwich. But you said you liked meat and this is uh, something festive? It's got three whole kinds. And when I saw it I was like, you know who'd like this? I don't even think it's lab grown!

( It cost enough. It better be real. )

[belli]

[ he doesn't get visitors often, so he expects this to be less of a social call than it is a potential seeking of favors. why else would anyone (with the sole exception of his human servant, of course) go out of their way to see him?

from the entrance of the door, aodh looks down at the parcel in the blond's hands. he can smell the scent of the different meats within. ]

And what do you want in exchange for this offering? [ he plucks the sandwich from him. ]

[photosympathies]

Uh.

( Like a deer in headlights. Such distrust. )

Nothing? I just thought it'd be nice to bring you something. You know, friendly. See how you're doing.

[belli]

[ he leans down towards him, until they're almost eye level. ]

Is this a common habit of plants?

@uncourteous

[belli]

[ aodh is aware of christmas traditions. they vary between universes and worlds, but many of its festivities remain more or less the same.

take the mistletoe, for example. quaint little plants meant to ensnare others in a kiss. they're popular amongst couples, but a pain in the ass for everyone else — especially when they've been augmented to teleport and generate some sort of forcefield around their selected pair.

generally, he wouldn't mind humoring the tradition. it is, after all, just a kiss that it wants and he is currently attending a christmas party. unfortunately, what's to be done when the person he has been coupled with is an absolute ignorant prude, who he was in the midst of another bout with. ]

It appears that your foul mouth has brought upon misfortune for you. Well-deserved.

[uncourteous]

[ none of these traditions were the exact same as those in the empire. then again, there were always slight differences when it came to celebrating certain key holidays. all depending on the territory, or even under which lord they presided under. regardless, it's clear that those in neo tokyo had some very specific folklore set around these ridiculous little sprigs. the most peculiar thing of all is that: ]

Do they not look quite sparse?

[ they certainly weren't full-fledged flowers, or anything of the sort. just a disappointing array of a few leaves and what appears to be berries in which grew on them not unlike a fungus to a side of moist log. his personal description aside, the worst part of it all is his present company in which stands beside him like a plague. (entirely his own perception).

when he hears mister plague's words, this feeling only seems to a amplify. there's an instant prick of annoyance. ] Lest you've forgotten, you are also stuck in the same set of circumstances. [ he punctuates this point by peering up at the man who was clearly too tall for his own good. just craniing his own neck upwards was ... a pain, not unlike the man itself. how many times has he already thrown shade at aodh in one tag. ]

[belli]

Same set of circumstances? [ a chortle of amusement as he looks down at him, his natural arrogance on full display. ] Are you certain about that?

[ reaching out, he tilts callisto's chin up with one clawed finger. ]

I don't mind tasting you once more, if it means breaking this spell. But will your prudish pride allow it?

[uncourteous]

[ honestly, callisto no longer bothers establishing eye contact, instead he focuses on whatever he sees in front of him. his chest? either way, he looks off, making it a point to show just how disinterested he is. he puts on the act well, until aodh draws his chin upwards.

it's uncomfortable and he has half the mind to brush him off, but even callisto doesn't want to show that kind of vulnerability. doesn't want aodh to think he is even a fraction intimidated. hence, he moves his foot, as if trying to step on aodh's. ]

Tasting me, is it? Unfortunately for you, I have no qualms with breaking this spell any which way. You seem to be mistaking the depth of my feelings. [ ... ] What, were you waiting for me to lead?

GOJO SATORU

[rikugan]

info / inbox

7 Dec

[tokakujuho]

[ as the clock tips past midnight, hailing the birthday boy's special day, an additional 500k Kryptos appear on Gojo's account.

around 7 in the morning, a message: ]

🎂🎉🎁

[rikugan]

aw you shouldnt have nanamin

[ he is going to spend all of that 500k as irresponsibly as possible today~ ]

[tokakujuho]

I had to. They were going to make me pay an unholy amount of taxes.

[rikugan]

taxes?

12/7 - GOJO'S BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 🎂🎁🎉

[rikugan]

JUST ANOTHER BIRTHDAY
— open to all / wildcard

[ gojo isn't prone to telling people it's his birthday, but since it is his special day, he is going to be treating himself with some of his favorite pastimes, namely hitting up different dessert shops, spending irresponsibly and pestering people.

at some point, he can be found in the kitchen on base baking a cake, which may be the only notable sign that something is up today.

otherwise, he will be popping in and out of hq, either dragging people out to eat, shop and/or ice skate with him or pelting any unsuspecting passersby with a snowball. he can even be seen making some truly ugly snow creatures they're curses near the winter illuminations to add to the aesthetics.

it is only when early evening arrives that his presence will be sparse, reserving the rest of that time to attend a small party and hang out with close cr. ]

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
— closed to geto, nanami and yuji

[ a birthday only comes once a year and gojo satoru has been cooking up an arguably hilarious in his opinion surprise for suguru and kento.

he has invited the two and, of course, yuji to his favorite cafe in tokyo, where they can share a rare meal together. with maki's recent disappearance, he has even more of a reason to keep the affair small. who knows who will vanish next?

in any case, he has picked a nice corner booth for them to sit at. various dishes have been laid out on the table, along with milkshakes and desserts.

but of course, it's the cake that's the most important, kept inside a box off to the side until the end of the meal. when it's finally time, he pulls it out in all of its chocolate fudgy glory, slamming it firmly down with a wide grin on his face:

gojo already turned 29 a year ago, but since he was stuck in a timeless cube for like a month, he has decided to give himself some leeway, which is PRECISELY WHY the cake has numeric "2" and "9" candles stuck in it. More glaringly though are the words scrawled in blue frosting at its center—

𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝐵𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝑂 𝑀𝐸
𝐼'𝑀 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷!!!

he doesn't miss a single beat as he hops up onto his feet and spreads his arms wide open. ]

SURPRISE!!!

[tokakujuho]

[ it's feels cosy for a birthday, almost intimate, but with only so few of them around, it's to be expected. Nanami has let the cat doctor fit him with a new arm (not the eye though, not yet) so he feels almost normal, sitting at the table with the other sorcerers.

he's brought a small gift, too: a set of vintage digimon cards. he never got into it back in the day but the shop owner assured him this set would carry sentimental value for collectors and proceeded to charge that sentiment in hard currency. who else would he spend his money on, though, if not on the few people he still cares about?

then comes the cake. a chocolate monstrosity - unsurprisingly - and Nanami doesn't really realise what it's saying until Gojo puts on a show.

staring at the blue frosting, eye widening, before lifting his gaze to the birthday boy. ]

What...?

[rikugan]

I'm dead too!

[ he sounds far too high spirited right now, but he has been keeping this secret for almost a year. it feels great finally being able to share it. after all, the only reason why he has kept it to himself for so long is because megumi and nobara were here and they weren't caught up in the timeline yet.

with them gone, he figures that it's about time to clue suguru and kento in.

could he have done it ANY OTHER WAY? yes. but it wouldn't be nearly as funny in his opinion. ]

I died before I was brought here.

[tokakujuho]

Gojo...

[ far far far too high-spirited for the turn the evening has taken. all Nanami can do is stare and stare, face pale, mouth dry.

the 'who' conjures a horror scenario and it takes all his strength to not let his gaze swivel to Itadori, not even slightly. so he continues to stare at the other man, disbelief slowly yielding to something unspeakable that reaches into his chest and squeezes.

a soft pained sound escapes him, and then, to Nanami's horror, he feels a tear roll down his face, then another, and another. ]

[redsoil]

[ Birthdays? Set barely comprehends the passage of time, since he doesn't experience it in the way that mortals do. It ebbs and flows, it turns over in increments that are called "seconds", "minutes", "days", "years". A cycle of perception, he comprehends; "days" are the most common to him, as they are marked by the passage of Ra through the sky, until she descended into Duat once more. A "birthday" seems a strange experience! An annual event, to... what? Celebrate something that will end? How silly.

Good thing, then, that he has ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA it's Gojo's birthday at all! No! He's not even thinking about time, or events, or special experiences at all. He's thinking of one thing, and one thing only as he lunges through the hall in pursuit of his strange, blindfold-wearing... friend. ]

Gojo! Gojo, come out to dinner with me! I have found a new place I wish to take you!

[ Since Gojo's dodged most of his other attempts ( because he was grumpy aka lame! ), or just wasn't going to the other celebrations ( he'd brought him a milkshake after the masquerade, though! ), Set's going to try and GRAB HIS ARM and wrestle his hand into the other man's. Hold his hand, you're going to dinner with him. ]

It has milkshakes, too!

[rikugan]

[ it has been a series of rough months for him, his mood on a downward spiral since the loss of both megumi and nobara. he is trying not to let all these cumulation of negative events knock him askew and, for the most part, he hasn't. even with the recent disappearance of maki, gojo has managed to remain chipper, at least outwardly. but december is the real test, isn't it? it may be the month of his birth, but it is also the month of his death — a reality that he has yet to fully acknowledge.

but that's what makes today so special! he is finally going to tell suguru and kento, the only two from back home now who is unaware of his dismal fate.

he had never wanted to keep it a secret for this long anyway.

it does seem that at every turn, an actually chipper little god is waiting to pounce out at him. his personality is usually off putting to others, so it is somewhat baffling that set has become fond enough of him to seek him out on his own (and to occasionally leave him presents like a cat).

glancing over at him with a vague smile, gojo drops infinity, allowing set the freedom to clasp his hand. ]

I have plans tonight, but I'll ditch 'em if you're askin' me on a date~

blows u a kiss before it all implodes in our faces.

[gorb]

( There's a manic edge to Gojo Satoru that usually Geto would have known spelt disaster, but unfortunately for everyone involved he'd given his once best friend some extra leniency. It was his birthday after all, and they didn't really do this, the small gathering, the group, and he'd promised to ignore it in favour of having a good time. Or trying to, because there was a certain level of nerves that came with playing nice and desperately wanting it to work.

His mistake.

Because the cake is plopped down with a dramatic flourish and Geto - mostly still because of the rest of the patrons, and the aforementioned desperation for things to be right - goes even more statuesque. A furrow flickers between his brows, gaze lifting. )

You don't look dead.

( Neither does he. Give him a second. )

it's what we deserve

[rikugan]

[ huh. maybe he should have been more specific...?

but there is a limited amount of space to work with on the cake. he would have had to bake a larger one if he wanted to go into more detail. ]

Well, that's 'cause I died right before I got here.

[yuwon]

[ normally, yuwon wasn't interested in celebrations. to begin with, considering the extended amount of years a ranker or high ranker could live— time just seemed a lot more relative, and by extension... birthdays as well. naturally, there were some exceptions to this rule, and it isn't like he doesn't comprehend its meaning in other people's perception.

so perhaps, it's good that gojo keeps it relatively low-key.

it's not like yuwon was burdened by the man's presence, either. if anything, there was something a bit more... familiar about him. maybe it's the fact that he also seemed to hold the world at an arm's length to himself, or the fact that he didn't seem interested in anything but measuring his own strength and garnering whatever pleasure he could in the midst of battle. it reminds him a lot of a certain someone who yuwon has been thinking of more often lately.

maybe that's why he's here, sharing a meal with gojo. he puts a piece of meat and vegetable on his plate (a warning against all the sweets he's been eating), before breaching a topic he was curious of: ] Why were you baking a cake earlier?

[rikugan]

[ he does have a relatively healthy diet outside of sweets, y'know.

that said, gojo can appreciate the rare little displays of care and concern from yuwon, so he doesn't comment on the additional piece of meat and veggie on his plate. stabbing his fork into the beef first, he shovels it into his mouth as he meets yuwon's gaze through a pair of pitch black sunglasses. ]

It's a surprise for Nanami and Geto. Have you met them?

[eyescar]

[ Yuji shows up at Gojo's birthday with a present in hand (a lot of chocolate, and some manga that he thought he might like, and a funny tie with flamingos on it) which he goes to place on the table... and then he spots the cake.

Ah. Oh.

Hm.

For a long time, he stands, staring at the cake as if it has personally offended him, and he doesn't know what to do with it. There's an instinctive urge to reach out and smash the cake with his bare hands, but that doesn't seem fair, not really. He wants to keep this from Nanamin and Geto-san, but it might be too late for that (he seemed like the last person to arrive).

Looking around, he spots Gojo and stares at him, eyes wide and flickering. ]

Sensei...