we gather together (backdated to Friday)

[scriptures]

Characters: Ancestors!
Setting: Floor 14 (Media Room)
Format: Action
Summary: MOVIE AND BONDING TIME. The Disciple has posted a note on the door of every Ancestor asking them to come to floor 14, without any explanation as to why.
Warnings: TOO MANY. Language, possibly violence, possibly sadness, possibly everything. I'll edit this list as needed.

[The Disciple sits on one of the couches, legs pulled her chest and eyes trained on the door as she waits expectantly. She hopes they all show up. This was just such a wonderful idea and maybe they could all get along. This Tower could mean new beginnings and she just hopes it will. With all of the bad stuff that happens, everyone should really stick together.]

Comments

[uprisings]

[...ehhhhh, not so much a lack of faith as... being realistic about the fact that highbloods are giant douchebags unless they're given a reason not to be. But. Details. Also Handmaid no you're not allowed to stab the Highblood B| If anyone is stabbing the Highblood it will be him]

Possibly uh... you may get better results, if the note was. Less vague, next time. [If there even... is a next time. He is pretty sure there's a high probability of nope on that one]

[scriptures]

Oh- maybe you're right. I was just afraid no one would show up if I said it was for something as silly as a movie night.

Well, I'm afraid it can't be changed now!

[She peers over at the Handmaid.]

Your friend does not talk very much.

[uprisings]

[...also glances at the Handmaid, a sort of... fond smiling twisting over his mouth for a moment before he gets that under control and sets it away. No need for that in polite company and all]

No. She only says what's needed. [...and sometimes not even that. Ah well]

[entropied]

[She scowls. GOD YOU GUYS ARE JERKS.]

I'm right here.

[scriptures]

[She chuckles, smiling at the Handmaid.]

I know that you are, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk with me. I was hoping we could be friends.

[uprisings]

[WHOOPS DID HE JUST NUDGE YOU AT HER, HANDMAID???]

[THE ANSWER IS YES. Talk to her would you]

[entropied]

[UGHHHHHH.]

...Why?

[RESCUE HER SUMMONER PLEASE.]

[scriptures]

Why not? I can't think of a single reason why we shouldn't be friends.

[uprisings]

[NOPE NOT SAVING YOU. PLAY NICE COLETA. Just smiles faintly. Yes good, Disciple, keep using logic and stuff!!!]

[entropied]

[She can think of about twenty thousand, but she can't say any of them. So she just makes a slightly uncomfortable noise.]

[scriptures]

[No stop be her friend. :((]

Is there a title I can address you by? I am Disciple.

[uprisings]

[Oh he's actually curious about this! Just kinda... glances at the Handmaid. What... name... will you give her...]

[entropied]

I don't have one.

[SORRY GUYS.]

[scriptures]

Oh? Then a name?

[She tilts her head to the side, waiting. GIVE HER SOMETHING.]

[uprisings]

[Glances at the Handmaid and... figures he can guess her answer. So!!!!]

Coleta.

[entropied]

[HRNNNNG. She's just... Frowning.]

[scriptures]

Oh! Alright. It's nice to meet you formally then, Coleta. Thank you.