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[midgarhorizon]

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!]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

[Wallflower? Wallflower.]

[In fact, Waver was busy with the decidedly un-party-like activity of revising his notes on the Tower--crossing things out, writing in corrections, and generally just looking like an irritated teacher grading a midterm.]

[Not too far off the mark. Someone make him socialize.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Have a snoopy Turk trying to side glance over what you're reading, Waver.]

[fionnuisce]

[Good luck, Reno. Whatever god-awful chicken scratch shorthand he's using, it's nigh indecipherable.]

[Deadpan:] Can I help you?

[midgarhorizon]

Your handwriting's as bad as mine.

[Also deadpan.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm aware it's not the best. This is just a quick reference; I can copy something a bit easier to read.

[midgarhorizon]

I'm interested. Anythin' I could look over sometime?

[fionnuisce]

Basic information on the Tower. Nothing I'd withhold, if it wasn't already known.

And you would be who, exactly?

[midgarhorizon]

Reno.

[He's hooking his thumbs in his pants pockets, giving Waver a raised eyebrow.] You?

[fionnuisce]

Waver Velvet. [He slipped the pen and notebook into a pocket of his dark green jacket, adjusting the sunglasses on his head.]

Not much for last names, I take it?

[midgarhorizon]

[That... is actually a sore point with Reno these days. His eyes slide out over the rest of the party.]

Don't have one.

[fionnuisce]

Fair enough. [Waver shrugged, dropping the subject as easily as that.]

Have you been around here long? You certainly don't seem like one of the wide-eyed panicky ones that're less used to the usual insanity.

[midgarhorizon]

[A lopsided grin crossed his face.]

I'm a damned veteran. Or just damned, works either way.

[bashfulshifter]

...I g-guess I h-have my w-w-work c-cut out f-for me.

[Rick isn't exactly snooping--he knows better than to interrupt Waver while he's working--but he's out of the kitchen and it would be horribly rude not to say hello!]

[Also, attempts at transcription snark. Maybe he'll appreciate that.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm not so cruel that I'd inflict this on you.

[He crossed out a couple more lines before shutting the notebook, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.]

This isn't really related to the usual research, don't worry too much about it.

[bashfulshifter]

Ah. [He shrugs, offers a casual smile.] I d-don't mind, r-really. A-A-Always h-happy to help.

[A beat.]

...That's...q-q-quite a lot. C-Can I a-ask...?

[fionnuisce]

Notes on the Tower itself, though I have to confess they've been poorly maintained on my part.

[bashfulshifter]

...B-Better than a-anything I c-could do.

[And yes, he can read those from where he's standing, assuming Waver isn't actively covering them up or something--he's been copying enough of his notes from the lab that the chicken-scratch is just about legible.]

Is it j-just...g-g-general s-stuff?

[fionnuisce]

[dang rick you're getting good at this]

More or less. Certainly nothing that I'd call secret, at any rate.

[bashfulshifter]

[It was part of his job, once! Some crazy people still write down their company expenditures, you'd be surprised.]

G-Gotcha. [He flashes a shy grin.] ...I-I'll l-leave you to it.

[fionnuisce]

...You know you don't have to act like everything you say is an annoyance. You're more than welcome to hold an actual conversation with me, I won't bite your head off.

[bashfulshifter]

--W-What? But I...

[Lots of floundering!]

I-I-I m-mean--o-of c-c-course I d-don't mind t-t-talking w-with you, I--I d-didn't think I w-was--y-you j-just l-l-looked so f-f-focused and--

[Patrick Dawn OS has encountered a problem...]

[fionnuisce]

[Waver quickly concealed a laugh behind a fake cough into his hand, though the small trace of a smile was a little harder to miss. Rick, bro, deep breaths.]

It's fine. I was just revising things, it's not as though that's urgent enough to be done right this second.

[notagiraffe]

[Have another wallflower, but this one is a small child, a puppy at his heals. He had an oversized cloak on, which he clutched to himself, he was pale, feverish again from the latest event and the blood it spilled. He glanced over at the man who was writing and smiled shyly, testing whether it was safe to stand here or if he should go and find somewhere else.]

[fionnuisce]

[Waver glanced up at the presence nearby, returning the gesture with a small and crooked smile of his own. It took a second or two for him to respond with much more than that, but it was difficult to let the other's appearance go unremarked upon.]

...Are you feeling alright? Forgive me for being a little blunt, but you don't look particularly well.

[notagiraffe]

[Taiki blinked and shuffled his feet nervously] Yes... sorry... [He's used to the question though, he gets it a lot] I... sorry... I'm a kirin... blood makes us very sick... I'm okay though...