Party thread, aaaand GO!

[holycrap2hearts]

In one corner of the Nexus sits the Doctor, wearing one of those silly cone-shaped party hats (his is green with silver stars on it!), behind a rather long table that has, among a few other things, a huge cake.

Not just any cake.  A birthday cake.  Said cake has three candles on it, one shaped like a 9, one shaped like a 2, and another 9.  There are

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[lost_the_time]

'Nine hundred and twenty nine?' There's a Professor Yana wandering over, looking both dubious and rather delighted, as seems to be his wont around the Doctor. 'Good gracious me, you are getting on, aren't you?'

[holycrap2hearts]

This would be the Doctor grinning, because oh look, it's that man he met that one time and had been hoping to see again! "Professor Yana! Lovely to see you again, do you like cake?"

This will be him ignoring the bit about his age, if anybody was wondering.

[lost_the_time]

The grin is infectious, and Yana answers it with one of his own. He had enjoyed speaking with the Doctor that time, and once he'd returned to his own universe, had set about his work with more enthusiasm than he generally tended to muster anymore. Even Chantho had commented on it.

He offers a light little shrug- he's never seen a cake quite like that, a towering construction of a confectionery. Not much cake at all at the end of the universe, really. 'Oh, I imagine I must,' he says with a self deprecating little chuckle. 'And not half as lovely as it is to see you; you were most helpful last we met, you know.'

[holycrap2hearts]

"Well, I'm glad to have been of service then," the Doctor replies. "From how you said that, I gather you haven't had the opportunity to eat much cake then? Well, don't worry, this was made by my friend Alton, who was rather well-known for his cooking skills in his time. It's bound to not only be delicious cake, but some of the most delicious cake ever

[shutupk9]

Party time, whoot whoot.

The Fourth Doctor walks up to the cake, looking it over. He raises an eyebrow, looking from the cake to the other Doctor. "We're 929 already? And you're only regeneration number eight?" The Doctor sighs, looking down at the cake. Wow. His future selves went through regenerations really fast.

"Despite that, happy birthday," he said, smiling slightly smugly at Eight. He got the distinct feeling that someone just wanted a party. Though, he wouldn't say it aloud.

Still, it's cake! And this Doctor would eat almost anything sweet. So, he cuts himself a slightly-larger than normal piece and starts to eat.

[holycrap2hearts]

The Doctor frowns. "You say that like 929 is terribly old."

Because, it's not. And for the record? Neither is his real age. He just... likes the number 929 better than 1079. Yes, let's go with that.

"But thanks," he says with a smile as he takes a bite of his own piece of cake. "And, ah, happy birthday to you as well, I suppose."

[shutupk9]

"It's terribly old when you're 760," he chimed in, smiling at the Doctor. He was 760, right? This regeneration couldn't keep his age straight...which was probably a bad thing, but whatever.

The Doctor nodded in return, taking another bite of the cake. "This is good cake," he admitted, nodding at Eight.

[holycrap2hearts]

"760 isn't that old," he mutters. No matter what Romana might have said or implied back in the day.

But! An opportunity for a change in discussion had presented itself, and the Doctor is never one to let opportunity go to waste. "My friend Alton made it for me," he admits smilingly. "Alton Brown? I'm not sure if you've met him just yet. Brilliant man, has a television show."

[te_gwas]

This extremely alternate universe Ianto would like to know why, exactly, he's been in the croquet court of the TARDIS cobbling together singing Tesla coils - and aren't you proud, Doctor, that he's doing something constructive, if ridiculously easy and horribly tame - when he could be at a birthday party. A birthday party that the Doctor has neglected to tell him about, as he so often does.

"I'm afraid I haven't got a present for you," unless the Doctor wants a half-built Tesla coil (and no, you shouldn't ask where he got the parts), "but since I didn't know that you were going to choose to celebrate your birthday today, you'll have to forgive me."

He eyes the setting with some amusement and some vague displeasure - his last real "birthday" was years and years ago, celebrated only a month or two before - well, before everything. It's been ages since he's been to a proper party. He sits down at the table, clasps his hands, and waits for the other (or maybe the first) shoe to drop.

[holycrap2hearts]

The Doctor stares at Ianto for a long moment. There's-- he should know this, he... he knows this person right? The itch at the back of his mind seems to be telling him that he knows who this man is, oh goodness he's normally much better with matching faces to--

"Oh! Hello there, Ianto! I'm glad you could make it!"

[te_gwas]

Well done, Doctor. You deserve a cookie for that.

"Yes, hello." Ianto leans back and idly taps out a rhythm on the table (dada dada dada dada dadada). "I suppose this slipped your mind. But happy birthday, anyway. 929? I'm barely out of my thirties, yet."

[holycrap2hearts]

His writer gets a cookie as well though, right?

Oh now look Ianto, your tapping went and got that song stuck in the Doctor's head, and he quietly hums the next bit -- hmm hmm hmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm hmmmng hmm hmm hmmmmm. "I suppose then," he says once he's got that humming business out of his system, "I should consider you a Time Tot, huh."

It was odd, every time he was reminded of Ianto's real age. Though, really, he was a special case, so the title of 'Time Tot' didn't exactly apply, despite whatever his physical age may be.

[sorry_sosorry]

Also, the Doctor. The Doctor happens to love parties, thank you very much.

... Those candles, though, those candles get a funny eye, because he sees what you did there, Self. He's lost count of how many times he's celebrated his 929th birthday, frankly.

"I like the decorations." He helps himself to some frosting because, um, the cake was leaning, and he's taking some weight off one side to even it out. Yes. "Does this make it my birthday as well?"

[holycrap2hearts]

This Doctor laughs at the other Doctor's comment on the decorations. "Well, I try," he says, knowing full well that he could have tried a lot harder, but really, what would the point have been? The general idea of OH HI PARTY OVER HERE seemed to be getting through to everyone, and that had been the entire purpose in putting them up in the first place.

"I suppose it does," omnomnom bite of cake nomnom. "And how old are you turning today? Nine hundred twenty-nine?" There may be a knowing little smile there, perhaps.

[sorry_sosorry]

The decorations are... abstract? It suits them, anyway. The Doctor hops up to sit on the table and - oh, right, present - digs through his pockets. String, flute, banana, everlasting matches, more string, jelly babies, another gratuitous reference, even more string, a stub of a candle... and finally, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Yes, the LP. Yes, he had that in his pocket. He doesn't quite remember how or why it got in there (another gratuitous reference, perhaps) but it doesn't matter, because look, he has a present.

"And we don't look a day over eight hundred twenty-five," he preens, holding out the record. "Many happy returns of the day and all that."

[holycrap2hearts]

Oh! A present! "Ah, why thank you," the Doctor says, half-laughing. And what a fitting, as he's just remembered Ianto a nice present it is, too!

Oh, but then this means he needs to get a present for his older Self too, right? It's only polite, after all. So, now begins his pocket digging, pulling out an equal amount of gratuitous references, until finally he finds ....huh. A plastic, yellow daffodil. Honestly, of all the things to find... and he's really not even certain how it got there in the first place. Because he doesn't think it's that plastic, yellow daffodil, because he keeps it in a special place in his bedroom back in the TARDIS, so it must clearly be a different one, but what an odd coincidence.

"Er, will this do? It-- it's not, er. I don't think there's any need in worrying about it trying to kill anybody, at least."

[its_fitz]

Fitz wanders in quietly and sets a potted, and very much alive begnonia on the table next to the cake.

[holycrap2hearts]

The Doctor grins, though if he's excited about Fitz turning up or about the begonia is up for debate. Perhaps its both? Yes, let's go with that.

"Fitz!" Perhaps it really is both then. "Thank you, want some cake?"

[its_fitz]

Fitz is equally as happy to see the Doctor, and glad that his begonia searching skills hadn't gone to waste. He takes a seat and smiles a little. "Yeah, sure."

After a flicker of thought, "but I'm not wearin' one of those hats."

[holycrap2hearts]

It really is one of the best presents ever, that begonia.

The Doctor cuts Fitz a piece of cake. "What's wrong with the hats?" Srsly, why everybody gotta be hatin'?