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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Given two glares for reasons he simply doesn't understand, Lorelei looks terribly confused for a moment ... and then rapidly annoyed, returning glower for glower. The music, still playing seemingly of its own volition, slides quickly dissonant. Those usual moods of good cheer and friendliness aren't the only states he exists in.

"No-one has ever complained of it causing problems before, including your other self from my world. Maybe something is wrong with you after all."

Tobias' apology, whether he means it or not, earns an unblinking, expressionless stare from the Aggregate. He doesn't say a word about it, but there is an almost tangible sense that suddenly Lorelei isn't interested in company.

"Maybe you should pay more attention. It always hurts." Lorelei's mood might be going sour, but Asch is stubborn as can be as usual. "If there's something wrong with me, it isn't that."

There's a lot wrong with him, honestly. Asch drops off the table and offers an arm for Tobias to perch on, if he'd rather not fly - the leather and fabric of his gloves is thick enough to block the talons, at least.

Tobias flies up and perches on Asch's arm, looking back at Lorelei.

<Calm down. I was just checking on a friend. You don't have to get upset.>

He gets the distinct feeling that he's going to regret sticking his beak in this, but... oh well. Business as usual.

"Then you've spent an awful lot of time deliberately, willfully inflicting harm on your other self."

Lorelei hadn't known, or understood. Clearly it was otherwise with Asch. Tobias isn't given a second look this time; maybe humans (and hawks) don't get upset when they're accused of causing pain to people out of nowhere, but he did.

It's deliberate when he slowly rises, slowly turns around and sits back down, with his back to the both of them. It's an unspoken dismissal. There is no music now, but the party has other musicians, they'll manage just fine and possibly better, until Lorelei feels like bothering again.