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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Hey! [She sputters for a moment, but slowly gives a smirk.]

Y-yeah, yeah alright. Truth is, I-I'm not very g-good at parties, or good w-with lots of people for that m-matter

[She sips her drink. I mean, if those people were coming after her with guns and knives, then it would be a different story.]

[Rick holds up his free hand in defense, although the smile he wears says that he's not taking this too seriously.]

--H-Hey, that's f-fine! It's--w-well h-h-honestly, I j-just kind of...a-assume p-people your a-age are more s-social--I m-mean, e-everyone except me.

[she raises an eyebrow at that last bit but doesn't say anything. Finally, she give a little shrug.]

W-well, usually they are. I was r-raised... differently than most people m-my age. I t-traveled a lot w-with my father, and our h-home i-is out in the forest. I-I never really got the chance t-to socialize m-much.

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[And then Rick's joking attitude starts rapidly degrading into embarrassment, since he feels he's approaching awkward past territory for Veronica now and he doesn't want to weird her out.]

--I--uh--yeah. I know. I-I m-m-mean-- [He pauses to nervously scarf down another biscuit.] --I w-w-was k-kidding. I w-was l-like this, too, i-it's...p-p-perfectly n-normal.

[A beat, and then he quickly adds with more of his previous dry humor: ]

--E-Even better--I d-don't have to w-worry about you g-g-getting in t-trouble.

[Veronica chuckles at that. His life, no matter whatever it was like, could not be like hers.]

I-I know, I-It's... I mean....[She shakes her head in embarrassment.] N-no, it's okay... I understand.

[She paused and smirked, deciding to put her own bit of humor in.]

Me? In trouble? I don't know. Maybe one of the snacks could come alive and try to eat me.

Ehehe...y-yeah...

[It hasn't happened yet. But considering how deadly the candy was just a couple weeks ago, Rick wouldn't put it past the Tower to pulls something like that on them.]

...I-If it h-helps, I m-made most of these--or h-h-helped m-make them, at l-least. [He glances over the rims of his glasses and gives a more comfortable smile.] I'll k-keep an e-eye out if a-a-any of it s-starts acting...s-suspicious.

Heheh, y-yeah okay.

[She looks over the food.] You m-made most of this? Y-you m-must be an a-amazing cook.

[Rick dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand and a very bashful, blushing grin.]

--O-Oh, I--i-it w-w-wasn't just me. They're j-just s-snacks, it's not...th--that i-impressive...

They're s-still r-really good.

[She took one and bit into it for effect.]

I almost c-can't believe that we're h-having a party... a-after all t-that.

[Refusing to comment, because that is entirely too much praise for a couple of fancy sandwiches in Rick's opinion. He's almost happy to have the focus of their conversation taken off of him, despite the depressing turn it's invariably going to make.]

...Well...w-we p-p-press on. There's n-n-not much e-else we can do.

[Yeah, it could take a really depressing turn. Veronica's not really feeling like going that route though.]

W-we can't give up. A-and we will w-win, eventually.

Of c-course.

[It's an immediate response, almost instinctively mechanical. He's given this exact speech enough times that he doesn't have to give it too much thought.]

Knowing that e-e-everyone can g-get a-along like this...e-everything will w-work out f-fine.