Bitty Meeting

[myblueskies]

Characters: Romeo, Ken and every bitty
Setting: Floor 95
Format: Either and all
Summary: Bitty meeting! For those that don't know, Ken and Romeo run a group for all the under 14s in the tower to help each other, get through bad times and work out ways to help the adults. Every character aged 14 and under is welcome, Romeo left notes in all those he knows the name of and knows (or thinks) are under 14, but he was also handing out posters to anyone who looked 14 or under. If your character is under 14 but looks older they are welcome as long as they convince Ken and Romeo they are not spies.
Warnings: Generic Animus warnings

The actual meeting is taking part on one of the ledges over the ball pit. Romeo has brought up food and drinks and they are laid out. Anyone he knows is gestured in and anyone new who looks nervous is approached (with great enthusiasm.) They haven't had a meeting in a long time and Romeo doesn't even know if everyone is still in the tower anymore.

He put notes in everyone's mailbox, but not everyone had mailboxes and even Romeo didn't know everyone so he had also handed out invitations to anyone he thought was under fourteen. He just hoped people came.

There was a lot of things they needed to talk about, and a lot of ways they could help each other. It was important they all worked together

Comments

[hystericull]

[Pained as anything, Gamzee pipes up after Quark, still feeling like he really did not belong among the faces of eager, pink human (?) children. He leaned back and forth on his ratty purple sneakers and folded those gray arms across his chest.]

Uh..

[Oh merciful lords, the eyes. The eyes on him. Being surrounded by peers was actually more difficult than being surrounded by adults or monsters or Jason or things that wanted to kill him. Why the fuck didn't he get stoned before coming here? Was there still time to hoof it out of this joint?]

Gamzee. You can be calling me whatever the fuck you want, and I ain't much here by choice. I, uh, I'm six and a half, I fuckin' think, now.

[He paused.]

Ain't sure how motherfuckin' much that be in human years 'cause I ain't much interested in all doing the mathematicals on that shit.

[Ah, yes, this was going well. What else to mention? Oh! Combat skills. Much easier to talk about! Gamzee's yellow eyes lit up with an enthusiasm not previously apparent.]

I'm fast as the wicked tits and I'm motherfuckin' good at learning just about on any fuckin' weapon you put in these spindly motherfucking hands mine. Uh, but I'm usually to be using a nastyass pair of juggling clubs.

Beating motherfuckers is all what I do the best.

[He grinned amiably, tapping said weapons against his leg. The expression vanished almost instantly, though, and he returned to his original defensive position of folded arms, the pair of clubs poking out from the side.]

That's fuckin' it.