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.

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Hey, need any help?

[Lancer leans against a table.]

Gonna be a big job if all of the Tower does end up turning up.]

Yeah, sure. Didn't know what anyone had planned...

[He's tugging at a larger table, dragging it up against a wall.]

These kinda things are usually show up, do whatever. Say, haven't I seen ya around before?

Well, I've heard parties always do better with music. Or with games.

[He lifts a table and hefts it over next to Reno's table.]

Yeah, I think so. Not too sure where, though.

Tch. With the Tower that ain't surprising.

[Grabbing a couple of chairs, he deposits them next to one of the moved tables.]

I heard there's gonna be music, not sure what everyone's got for games though. Brought a card deck down.

Cards, huh? Haven't played that much. I'm better with board games.

I'm thinkin' about holding a game later, if you're interested in gettin' some practice in, slick.

[A small round table's getting hoisted up a bit and set around in the corner, next to another round table. Then he examines his work, and shrugs.]

Huh, should've gotten some tablecloths.

I think I can zip up to that sewing floor and get some. Though I dunno if they'll look very pretty.

We could try it. This place needs some class. [Shrug.] Nobody's gonna be looking at the edges.