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!]

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Your handwriting's as bad as mine.

[Also deadpan.]

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

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

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

And you would be who, exactly?

Edited 2013-11-08 05:41 (UTC)

Reno.

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

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?

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

Don't have one.

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.

[A lopsided grin crossed his face.]

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

Is that right? When it comes to this bloody place I don't think there's much of a distinction between the two.

When we're already dead, why quibble? Y'don't even get a single day of happiness here.

I don't think I'd go quite that far, but I'll grant things like that are few and incredibly far between.

[Waver shook his head, arms folded.]

But I'm not often one to argue semantics or perspectives.

I guess. Would ya be interested in a trade for a copy of your notes?

I don't think it'd end up being more valuable than common knowledge, but what did you have in mind?

Considering I've been outta commission for a while, it might help. I got some maps I'm workin' on of the floors.

I think exchanging something to that effect sounds reasonable enough.

Sure. I've got a ways to go before they're done, though. Got to redraft on some of 'em.