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[ami_imperfect]

On the outside of the FentonWorks building it looks like business as usual. On the outside.

Inside the building is a different story. The common areas look like they've been cleaned within an inch of their lives. Any ghost-hunting paraphernalia that was left laying around has been put away for the time being; better that it stays out of curious hands. There's a buffet of various snack foods laid out on the island in the kitchen. On the table in the dining room is a sheet cake (chocolate, of course) with the words "Happy 18th Birthday Danielle" written in blue icing on the white frosting. There's another cake for Danny but it's still in the freezer; ice cream cakes do have a tendency to melt if left out too long.

And where's the birthday girl in all of this? Up in her bedroom, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their, *ahem* 'out-of-town' guests.

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[ghost_man]

Her closet door opens, and her brother re-enters her room, holding the door.

"I, uh." He presses his lips together and tries again. "I got 'em..."

A snicker is stifled. Something appears to be funny.

[passthefudge]

As the birthday duo descend the stairs properly, with Matrices in tow (or towing), from below comes the obligatory chorus of "Happy birthday!"

This is followed, as the entire party comes into view, by a considerably less obligatory cry of "GHOOOOOST!"

[passthefudge]

And so there is singing, and cake, and chatting, and a general short-lived attempt to fit seventeen people into one living room.