Violet Day
14th of February 2007 A.D.
Having decided who to take with you to the dread island without a name you decide to take all six of the other people who choose to come along... to a cocktail bar. No it's not just you showing off how suave and sophisticated eighteen had found you, if you were into that you wouldn't have brought your father around. The reason you are at the
Violet Hour, wearing an older approximation of your own face because Sophia doesn't want to change out hers just yet is that it's also Thomas' birthday party and Thomas has a boat.
Most people wouldn't rent out the bar with the 12 Dollar cocktails for the night on their birthday. If you have the money to do it you probably don't want to deal with the leftover cigarette smoke, the scenesters and tourists, coming mostly in pairs to form a line outside the unmarked door, sign or no. It's Valentine's Day and they have money burning a hole in their pocket.
"And maybe something else too," your other iteration has a dirty mind, which meant that you had one now as well. The decor is Victorian, but more bourgeois than bohemian, cool blues framing brilliant golden light, like a flame on a frozen pedestal. It's the kind of place where Lydia doesn't stand out in the least in silver and black... and she might not even do so if she calls the dead to revel. Olivia for her part is as good staying unnoticed as ever, she could have come in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops and Dad is serious-but-nonthreatening enough that the servers don't seem surprised to see him here. All of which is to say Harry's the odd man out.
Who knows what he could be hiding in that coat? Something tells you none of the people eyeing him guessed wizard's foci, but he does admittedly also have an elector-laser in there.
"Seriously stop slouching, it doesn't make you look any less threatening, just more shifty," Sophia projects, letting you catch the mental echo, leaving you to feel a little jealous of the convenience.
Why do my communication powers come with making people bleed from the ears?
Speaking of those people Thomas' social circle proves very wide ranging, from socialites to street artists, from hair stylists to beat poets. You'd think he's doing it on purpose just to be seen doing it if it weren't for all the genuine smiles in attendance alongside people's... well you can't call it their 'Sunday best', most of these people probably do not have the Lord on their mind as they chat each other up over music just loud enough to tempt heads together... 'Friday night best,' that works, even though it's a Wednesday. Hah... Wotan's day, you wonder if he's around too. Nah, Thomas doesn't have the pull or at least he doesn't think he has the pull, which is much the same.
"So what did we get him?" Sophia asks.
"What do you mean 'we'?" you tease.
"Didn't you get him anything? After all the work he put in to Chicago Synthetics too..."
"You're the CEO of Chicago Synthetics," she fires back.
"Oh, didn't realize you had a different Birth Certificate and Signature Ms. Carpenter..."
"So you agree then that we're the same person and we're only getting him one gift them," she declares triumphantly.
After losing that argument with yourself you spot Thomas at a table and offer him...
[] Write in present for Thomas
OOC: A bit short, but you guys do need to get that boat and it felt like a good moment to include Thomas seeing as it is also his birthday.