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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yes.

[Hello, Rick. Xemnas subjects the shapeshifter to a level, thoughtful stare.]

These pictures you speak of. What are they? Do you still have them?

[Very lucky for both of them that Rick doesn't recognize Xemnas, otherwise he'd be across the room right now. Not that he's any less horrified at being called out.]

--Huh?

[The blonde man pivots after depositing his tray and realizes that there are multiple sets of eyes on him. His face turns a particularly dark shade of embarrassed.]

O-O-Oh...uh...th--they w-w-weren't...w-well they w-w-were...M-Miles'.

[More commonly, Edgeworth's. Rick likes to think he's on a first-name-basis with the prosecutor.]

[Xemnas does however recognize Rick .. he's just not saying a word about that. It's probably for the best.]

Breathe a little, and try to relax.

[Not that this recommendation will do ANY good.]

Then they are someone else's pictures. But you've seen them? Then you can still describe them, while we hope 'Miles' turns up and fills in the blanks.

[A correct assumption! Rick shrinks backwards, mortified at his outward nervousness in front of so many people, so he busily goes about rearranging the newest plate of refreshments in the hopes that they won't pay as much attention to the redness of his face (and that the food will be a less judgmental audience).]

...Y-Yeah...yeah. [A beat as he ponders over the finer points of separating turkey from beef.] ...Th--They w-weren't a-all...ah...w-w-well it was j-just the l-last...three or s-so...

[He shrugs, analyzing one of the messier sandwiches. Did he add enough lettuce? Rick shoves it in his mouth, just to check.]

...C-Completely black...e-each one had a w-w-word on it...not s-sure how...

Sometimes it's best to not wonder overmuch 'how' so much as 'what', in this place.

[Xemnas is terrible about encouragement. His habitual neutrality may well not help. It's possible he's standing there right now, judging Rick's stutter. He isn't, but perceptions are everything.]

It might be a good idea to note to someone who might be keeping tabs on all of this, exactly what you saw. Including the words. ..As well as who you saw the pictures from, and all of that. If people are being generous with their information today, make the most of it while you can.

[Yes, he did put enough lettuce on that sandwich. Perhaps he should grab a few more and make sure the spread is consistent. Also, distractions.]

[He nods with a stuffed mouth and a somewhat shocked expression. But he's still thinking...]

...I w-wonder... [chew chew] ...if th--they h-have s-s-something to do w-with R-Ruana?