[In the middle of camp, there is a birthday party!]
[AS THE TITLE SUGGESTS, there is a birthday party, and it is in the middle of camp. There's music! Picnic tables have been decorated and there is a BUFFET of tasty food (And this time, it's not ALL spicy enough to make your tastebuds catch fire!) and lots of sweets. Well. As sweet as things get with splenda, of course.]
[One table has a HUGE array of pies (including ONE VERY SUSPICIOUS tin filled with whipped cream and something lumpy), and a note that says "DO NOT EAT". Obviously, they are meant for later.]
[And finally, there is a banner saying "Happy 17th Birthday, Boyan!" (The astute would notice he's been turning seventeen for the past few years).]
[Where is the birthday boy, you ask? GLAD YOU ASKED. He's currently on one end of the festivities, dressed to the NINES in his formal robes, and tied to a pole. Asleep.]
[THIS CAN'T BE GOOD.]
((OOC: Boyan/Ryoutou are out for the night but will PICK UP TOMORROW. Feel free to pie Boyan in the meantime!))
[One table has a HUGE array of pies (including ONE VERY SUSPICIOUS tin filled with whipped cream and something lumpy), and a note that says "DO NOT EAT". Obviously, they are meant for later.]
[And finally, there is a banner saying "Happy 17th Birthday, Boyan!" (The astute would notice he's been turning seventeen for the past few years).]
[Where is the birthday boy, you ask? GLAD YOU ASKED. He's currently on one end of the festivities, dressed to the NINES in his formal robes, and tied to a pole. Asleep.]
[THIS CAN'T BE GOOD.]
((OOC: Boyan/Ryoutou are out for the night but will PICK UP TOMORROW. Feel free to pie Boyan in the meantime!))