towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba

The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.

Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.

Of course, there was always the oatmeal.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]

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Heeey buddy. You wanna play tag? That sounds awesome!

[What is being sensible.]

Great! [Finally! Someone ~~irresponsible~~ willing to take him up on the offer of some fun!]

You're it! [He pats Amelia once on the arm and immediately turns to disappear in the crowd.]

[Amelia jumps before spreading her wings, which should be enough to clear most people's heads. Should. But no one ever said she was very careful.

The crowd isn't thick enough that she can't spot Sealand's blue hat. She swoops down and bops him on the head.]

Tag!

[Look out children, shapeshifter-dad is making another trip from the kitchen and he sees your shenanigans!]

--A-Amelia! [Rick tries to look stern, although he can't help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.] B-Be c-c-careful--you'll h-hit s-s-someone!

[Sealand looks up when he feels the tap on the head, wide eyed expression turning into a frown.]

H-Hey! You're flying! That's cheating!

[He's so distracted by the wings, he doesn't even hear Rick calling her.]

[Amelia sets herself back on the ground and folds her wings in, grinning cheekily at Sealand.] You didn't say no powers.

[Amelia's dive-bombing people and she's not playing fair with the younger kids? Oh now he's going to mortify the hell out of her for this...]

...That so? [Rick steps in next to Sealand and holds out his arm, grinning wryly.] A-Alright, then--Sealand, w-want to be on a t-team? I c-can e-e-even the s-score for you.

It's still not fair! I can't fly...!

[He's pouting, but he cheers up a little when he hears what Rick has to say.] Oh- Yeah, okay!

[Having someone else with a superpower is sure to be helpful--

He gasps.] Can you turn into an invisible dog?

Oh, so that's how we're gonna play, huh? I can beat both of you at once!

Ah...n-not quite. [Rick squints at the opposition.] W-Won't need to, though. I'm pretty quick--she w-won't catch us.

[There's a brief glint in Rick's eyes, just the slightest hint of sharpened focus as he propositions Toby the dog for a fun game of tag--which he really doesn't need to ask. As soon as the canine is aware of what's about to happen, he's more than willing to partake, and within moments takes over.]

[On the outside, Rick is suddenly replaced by an extremely excited-looking collie, which will either wait for Sealand to clamber onto his back, or if he's too slow on the uptake, will go ahead and try to tag Amelia while she's still grounded.]

[Amelia had been planning on playing by the rules after that one little joke, but now that rick was joining in... well, that was a different story, wasn't it?

But staying in the air would have been too easy, and no fun, so she slips back into the crowd, moving lightly on her feet and trying to put distance between them.]

[Sealand nods, and is quick on the uptake, hooking a leg over and sitting down on Toby's back.]

Quick, she went that way! [He points toward the direction Amelia had disappeared.]

[No time to lose! The dog barks excitedly and suddenly bounds after her--hopefully Sealand has a good enough grasp on his long fur that his leaping gait doesn't throw him off, because then he'd feel really bad. On the chance that he doesn't, they should be able to catch up to Amelia fairly quickly, as Rick can duck through much smaller gaps in the crowd than she can (including the space between dance partners and an individual's legs) and has a good enough sense of smell to track her scent despite the multitude of others around them. Unless she does something tricky, they should be closing in any second now...]

[Eek, they're gaining! Even with Sealand riding him, the dog is more maneuverable than she'd expected. Amelia does a little hop and pushes past some more partygoers, trying to get as many bodies as possible between her and her pursuers.]

[Sealand can feel himself jostled and bumped up and down all over the place, but he holds on tight, determined not to be thrown off and grinning like he's on an amusement ride.]

There! W-We're nearly onto her!

[Ah-hah--she's in sight! The dog's enthusiasm bubbles over into another flurry of barks as he weaves between the unfortunate people Amelia has pushed their way, leaping ahead to nip at her heels before she manages to lose them again.]

[Quick, Sealand! Tag her while you have the chance!]

[Oh no! They're almost on top of her, and the crowd here is too thick for her to take off. It's all over--!]

[Grinning, Sealand reaches out to tag her back, confident they've got her now!]

Tag-! Haha, you're it, Amelia!

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