whenshewasnice: ([pos] Birthday cakes.)
It was the day after Valentine's Day, and that meant Envy Adams was 29 years old today.

But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.

It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.

It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.

But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.

And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."

[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]
whenshewasnice: (Presentability.)
There was a bouquet of roses on Envy's coffee table. Happy Valentine's Day to our Valentine. Some things just didn't seem to change.

Envy was twenty-six today. It was weird to think about - at times it felt like she'd breezed through six years in the span of two. Maybe it was all the living in several drastically different multiversal timezones. Or just all the handwaving.

But it was her birthday, and she had taken the day off from everything. Business was going great, and would survive this one day without her while she loafed around the apartment in her expensive robe with music playing in the background.

She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but she was making up for her previous birthday. A ritzy party with her at the centre of everyone's attention was a thing she enjoyed, to be sure, but... It hadn't felt right. Not for her birthday. (And then she'd had the fight with Jim, and it had gotten worse.) Birthdays were private, not a PR event. No matter how many rock icons were in attendance.

Here, today, it was just the one.

Her.

And she liked it that way.

[ooc: NFB but open!]
whenshewasnice: (Hide in plain sight.)
There was the usual, annual bouquet of roses on Natalie's kitchen table. Happy Valentine's Day to our Valentine. It was February 15th, and no matter what year she was in right now, it was Natalie's birthday. She was twenty years old today. She felt younger and older all at the same time, but at least she was no longer officially a teenager.

And next to the vase of roses was a thick enveloped bearing the seal of the University of Toronto. It had arrived for her on Friday, but she hadn't had time to even open it before now. Or maybe she'd kept herself too busy for that on purpose. That was possible too. Valentine's Day wasn't her favourite holiday this year for a few reasons, and she'd needed to thoroughly ignore the whole idea of it.

But now Valentine's Day was over. It was February 15th.

She sat down and got to opening the envelope.

[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual although with a warning for slowness!]

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