Wherein Falcon is thirty-eight and returns to the school.

[raced_god]

((Falcon returned late late LATE last night, so late, in fact, that it was not night anymore, rather, about three or four in the morning. Should your character live on campus, they may have been awoken by the roar of a spaceship descending on the parking lot, depositing its passenger and taking off again. After that, he locked himself in his apartment with the hopes that no one would realize he was actually home. This morning (4/10) he sat down and wrote this. That being said, if your character can't hack like a mofo, this entry can be responded to in one of two ways: Give Falcon a call and leave a message, or go bother him at his place of residence. Log format with date/time if you choose the latter, please!))
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So.

I'm thirty-eight years old today.

...I really hate my birthday. I didn't even remember until I woke up this morning. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I guess I just lost track of time while I was away. At least I managed to keep the date quiet. And hopefully I was discreet enough to be left alone today.

If not...well. I'm feeling better than I was, but I can't say I want to entertain. I want to think. I know who I have to talk to, and I...kind of have an idea of what I need to say but a day or two more to myself shouldn't hurt.

Ha, I...for some reason, going out to Port Town again lifted a huge weight off my chest. I don't even know how I ended up there and I was really convinced it was a terrible idea but...no. I needed that. I'm glad I looked her up I missed her more than I realized. I guess I underestimated the value of talking to someone who understands me better than anyone else.

That sounds really dumb now that I write it out. It just seems so obvious in hindsight. I shouldn't have been so reluctant.

There's still time before classes start. I'm going to figure things out.

Comments

*Guess who doesn't sleep much at night*

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

[Codec Call to Falcon, unhackable]

F-Falcon? Is that you?

[Codec]

[raced_god]

...Possibly.

Re: [Codec]

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as it's not Blood Well, as long as it's not Blood.

Re: [Codec]

[raced_god]

Nope. Just me.

I'm...all right, and yourself?

Don't you ever sleep?

Narration

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

He was there. The car was in the parking lot, so why didn't Falcon tell him? On second thought it all made too much sense.

Either way, his plan to just drop everything off at his place (What, with his own key and all) has evolved to flat out giving them to the other captain.

Needless to say, it was a little embarrassing as Olimar had to look around rather paranoid of being noticed. He held the box containing the cake close. On top of it was a few roses. It felt so cliche and stupid but...

He knocked on the door.

Re: Narration

[raced_god]

Falcon jolted upward from reading a magazine on the couch. Though he was a bit more receptive to company than he had been before his departure, he still wanted a bit more time to relax and be alone.

Hooray for peepholes.

It was Ollie. With...flowers? And a box? Oh god, how did Ollie know it was his birthday? Did Falcon tell him and then...forget? It was certainly possible.

He was a bit reluctant to open the door, but after a few moments he did so. "...Hey."

Re: Narration

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

Hey he's been around for a while and yes, Falcon did let him know once. While Olimar was so happy to see him, somewhere in the smaller man's mind he knew that from everything going on earlier that it may not end so well. Not if he didn't even try.

"You're back."

Re: Narration

[raced_god]

"Ah...yeah. I am." He said, stepping back from the door to allow Ollie inside.

Falcon kind of had a feeling what the box was about but he was reluctant to ask. "What's...up?"

[And now, a Blacky segment.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

Crazy things happen at night all the time, especially under a full moon. Such things included moonbathing beauties being rudely interrupted by a distant rumbling noise getting closer... closer... Holy crap was that a spaceship? Not this again!

--oh, wait. It seemed familiar. Falcon's. He had some nerve causing a racket in the middle of the night...! Well, at least he made it back alive. Back to naked lounging on the roof.

[Private to, unhackable]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Welcome back.

Re: [Private to, unhackable]

[raced_god]

...Thanks.

Do you want to meet up and talk?

Re: [Private to, unhackable]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Sure.

Later tonight good for you? And where?

Re: [Private to, unhackable]

[raced_god]

Later tonight's fine. Wherever you want. I can pick you up if it's out of walking distance.

[Private, unhackable]

[fist-of-win.livejournal.com]

So.

You're back.

Re: [Private, unhackable]

[raced_god]

...I am. What's it to you?

Re: [Private, unhackable]

[fist-of-win.livejournal.com]

No reason.

How does being 38 feel?

[NOT FATHER NOT SON BONDING maybe]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Jeff wasn't sleeping well. Not that this was unusual. Besides, it was hard to sleep when you were sitting at your desk hunched over the beginnings of the jetpack-camera v2.0. Not to mention how loud it was outside. But he'd be able to catch up on sleep later, just as soon as...

Wait, what? What was that noise, anyway? Jeff set the gizmo down and hurried to the window. He couldn't really make it out from here... whatever it was. This called for investigation! Running out of school in the middle of the night to go look into possibly dangerous things? That was one of Jeff's favourite things to do!

And so he grabbed his jacket and made his way out to the parking lot as quickly as possible.

Re: [NOT FATHER NOT SON BONDING maybe]

[raced_god]

It seemed like Falcon had barely stepped off his ship when Jeff came running out into the parking lot. Of course, the student's footsteps went unheard against the roar of the engines. Oh well.

He was in the middle of plugging coordinates into a device on his wrist in order to send the ship home when movement (that wasn't luminescent green numbers flashing in front of his eyes on the inside of his visor) caused him to look up. A sigh.

"Jeff, shouldn't you be in bed?"

Re: [NOT FATHER NOT SON BONDING maybe]

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Oh. It was Falcon's soulless husk of a ship. And there was Falcon. Did Jeff even want to talk to Falcon, or was he still mad about his abandonment before? He wasn't sure.

Since Falcon had obviously seen him or was talking to an imaginary Jeff, he had no choice but to answer now.

"I'm not tired," he said defiantly. "...It's kinda late for you to be awake, too."

[raced_god]

((Continued from here.))

He was silent for a moment, filling the absence of conversation with the task of rinsing the plates and placing them in the dishwasher.

"Look. Let's not...worry about it now, okay? How long can you be here for?"

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

His eyes followed Falcon taking the plates, taking a moment to reply.

"I'm not quite sure, I don't have to leave now though. Why?" Why actually did puzzle him. Come to think of it... if Falcon wanted to tell Olimar something why was he waiting for another time? Was it to soften the blow?

[raced_god]

Falcon shrugged and moved in front of Ollie on the counter, putting his hands on the other captain's shoulders. "We haven't really had any time together lately. I don't want to ruin it with lengthy emotional discussion."

Was he just putting off the inevitable? Maybe. But right now he just... "I want to enjoy my birthday with you, okay?"

[Narration, lol]

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

Ionia was getting good at hacking, and she'd been watching Falcon's journal like a dog ever since he had taken off. It had taken quite a lot of time, but she eventually managed to pry her way into the entry. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, to be honest. How could anyone hate their birthday? Who had Papa gone to see? And what was it that had been making him sad this whole time?

Papa was happier, but it still didn't sound like he was happy. Somehow, email wasn't going to cut it. So Ionia hatched a cunning plan -- she would phone Papa.

Except that she had actually never used a phone in her life.

And she didn't know Papa's number.

The latter obstacle was solved by maybe-sorta-kinda taking a peek into some school records; even if the grades had been wiped out, it looked like their staff records were still okay. The former... well, she could operate headsets. It couldn't be that much different, right?

And so, that morning, Falcon got a call on his cell. A call from a very enthusiastic loli who may or may not have been holding a public phone upside-down and shouting into the receiver end. "Papa! You are back!"

Re: [Narration, lol]

[raced_god]

It took him a few moments to realize that his phone was ringing. He didn't get calls very often, mostly because only a few people actually knew the number. Speaking of numbers, he didn't recognize the digits on the caller ID and was therefore extremely reluctant to answer.

...But he did anyway. He wasn't sure why, but he did. Maybe he figured at the very least, he'd be able to chew out some random telemarketer. Instead he was greeted by the overzealous shouts of Ionia, who, despite her volume, sounded like she was holding the phone upside-down.

"Ionia! Hi! Uh...yes. I'm back who gave you a phone?"

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

Success! That was undeniably Papa's voice! ...Maybe. It was kind of hard to make out what he was saying. These phone things were kind of inconvenient, weren't they? "What?! Talk louder, please! Ionia cannot hear you!"