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[installing]

[Back dated to the 11th.

Four. Four birthdays in Luceti. Honestly none of them have ever been very exciting, but maybe it's better that way. Calling attention to age, especially now that she's 20, is a little of a scary thought. Instead she'll act like it's a normal day for most of it. Taking her dog for a walk in the late morning, spending time in the smithy, and even grocery shopping a bit. Eventually sometime in the afternoon, before dinner, she'll ask the village a question:]

A question for everyone: How do you feel about growing older here? Whether you already have or not. Is it scary to think about?
[Families? Relationships? Are they even a good idea? Despite the fact those are things she wants.]

Comments

[Voice]

[installing]

Not what I meant. I know everything goes back to normal when you go home, but if someone is spending enough time here to grow into an adult isn't it a waste to do nothing?

[installing]

It's more than that, I think. Kind of a reminder how long I've been here, and... how much longer I might be here.

[Everyone goes home eventually, she thinks, but some people have to wait longer than others.]

[installing]

You can't just call him by his name? [Winry picks up the last limb, and intends to take them to her bedroom.]

Anyway I haven't really talked about my birthday to anyone. I don't have anything planned.

[installing]

Most time here is time for myself.

[Well she likes to think "working" is time for herself. Oops.]

[Voice]

[ilyana]

To do nothing? Nothing with what? Your adulthood?

[bionically]

Fair enough.

Have a merry Christmas.

[menial]

How much longer do you think that is?

[installing]

Who knows? It could be another four years.

[installing]

Thanks, but I don't celebrate.

[Voice]

[installing]

Yeah. I mean some people have been here for over four years, right? What's to say they won't be around for another four?

[menial]

Well, why's it matter? They're borrowing the time. You'll get it back. Right?

[installing]

Yeah, but I don't want to be wasting that borrowed time, yeah? Staying stagnate doesn't seem... right.

[menial]

['You seem to move pretty fast to me, Rockbell.']

So you want to do something?

['Maybe take up superheroing again?']

Like what?

[installing]

Anything I'm thinking about wouldn't happen too soon, would be long term, and a bad idea.

[Voice]

[ilyana]

Nothing I suppose. I think if you're worried about starting a family here, because you're worried you may leave those that you love behind, then you're simply missing out. What's to say that you or I will be alive tomorrow even if we do go home? I think wherever you are, you should always live your life the way you want to, and not let the situations completely dictate the way you live it. So if you have a family here, cherish it just as much as you would cherish a family back home. Or don't let yourself be caught up on the idea that either one of you could disappear at any moment, or you'll just regret it when you don't.

... That... might not have been what you were referring to either... but I feel the point still stands.

[menial]

['... A baby, right? Baby-crazy.']

If it's a bad idea, I'd suggest not thinking about it any more.

[installing]

I know, I know. I just-

I need something to take my mind off of it. A project or something. [All of her just making prototypes and tinkering is just too easy to be distracted from.]

[bionically]

[fine geez.] Just take it easy, then, and enjoy yourself.

[menial]

So build a robot.

[godbent]

Of course you didn't. I was going to throw a party, but I figured you would have complained more about that-- [Oh wait she's going to her room, drat. Oh well.

In the room is her proper present: an old style 30sish film projector reel and (in cases) the film reels for several movies. Both of them are set up on a little wheeled cart to assist in movement] Happy birthday.

[installing]

That would be great if I could get the parts.

[installing]

[Not her fault she doesn't have Christianity floating around back in Amestris.]

Yeah, sure. I'll do that.

[installing]

[She places all the arms down on her bed, and gives the present a long stare.]

Thanks... What's all This?

[bionically]

[NO everything is her fault for the rest of forever >BC] Satisfied, Spence leaves the conversation at that and shuts his journal.]

[godbent]

Come on, I asked for an old model to suit you. You really don't recognize it...?

[Maybe it's still too modern. She's sure Winry's referenced going to the movies... wait maybe she's never been back stage.]