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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....Do you now?

[Because sweet summons, they had really only glossed over the event. No details were given and they had left it that way for a reason. Because sometimes there were just things that happened in the Tower you weren't proud of. That you wanted buried and forgotten.]

Don't think I won't pull rank and throw you a little party with the kids, Reno. [And she's giving a little grin. Its an honest one, mouth pulling the grin just slightly wider.] We'll have our own little party after they've gone to bed.

[Conversation change is accepted, and she nods understandingly.]

Right....you go ahead then and figure it out with her. Odin knows I wouldn't want her to feel uncomfortable about it. I'll get everything planned and ready for your sign to move ahead.

[Reno nods in acknowledgement. He would talk to Xion, let Elena know what happened, but he pauses. That grin captures his attention, lighting her face up and chasing away all the shadows again. Nothing seemed as bad when she smiled, ever. Stupidly, he blinks, realizing he had been staring at her for a good long moment or two without speaking.

Then he leans down abruptly, brushing his lips against hers in a quick kiss.]

Don't throw me a party, babe. Just make me dinner... we got our anniversary 'bout then, don't we?

[How could a man go through the majority of his life without a proper birthday party? Elena was going to have none of that, though she would probably concede to the idea of just having a little dinner for just the two of them. She should have the gift she'd been mentally planning completed by then.

For a guy who was worried about being seen in public with her, he sure was loose with the PDA. Not that Elena gave much of a damn, the brief contact warm and welcomed and altogether too short.]

No promises, but I'll keep the request in mind. And those are two totally separate occasions, Reno. Each gets its own special attention.

[Reno gave no fucks anymore, the disguise was over and unnecessary, and there was enough going on they were probably ignored anyway. If she really wanted, he could give her a drop kick, though.

Besides, that smile was impossible to resist.]

El, I've got a specific thing I do on my birthday... and I don't think you'd like it much.

Oh?

[Really, there was so much activity going on and most people who had known them from before were probably smart enough to put two and two together. Though, that didn't mean that she wasn't going to not be a little coy about it. Like, making taking a step closer and letting her pinky finger curl around his, grinning like she was some schoolgirl hitting on an upperclassman.]

...Well, lets hear it. You've got me curious now.

...Well, back home when I could, I'd go visit my father.

[A nervous, slightly self conscious head scratch followed the statement, fingers disturbing the spikes of hair.]

In the Tower... I guess I'd go visit Rusty.

[She wanted to know, and she's yelled at him about not telling her things before. Well, okay, a letter wasn't yelling but she might as well have.]

[Oh. Oh, he's being so precious and that uncomfortable scratch tells her everything that she needs. She'd picked up on the fact that when he got nervous, he played with his hair. The pinky squeezes his, all comfort and understanding.]

....That's...[Cute. Sweet. Very unmanly words she would not say.] ...If you want company, I wouldn't mind going with you. I promised him and a few others fresh flowers. But if you'd rather go alone you won't hear a complaint from me.

[Clearing his throat, he shakes his head.]

Nah, it's the kinda thing a guy needs to do alone. But you do whatever ya want, El, I won't kick you out or anything. That night together sounds great, though. Just hope I don't wake up with bite marks all over. Again.

[His grin is back in place, and his free hand makes a beeline to poke her in the back.]

[Her head gives a little shake, causing blonde hair to shiver at her cheeks.]

Nope, you go ahead and do your own thing - I won't intrude on a "guy thing". I'll visit Rusty and the others another day. Probably sooner than later. I have a few things I'd like to say to them in private.

[You know. Emotional things like 'Thank you' and 'I'm sorry'. Things like that.]

H-Hey, wait a second. You didn't complain last time, but if you don't want me to - !!

[Good job, Reno, that poke has earned a rather high-pitched chocobo chick squeak, which is promptly followed by both hands on her mouth and a rather embarassed-angry-flustered look on her face. She's making a low growling sound at the base of her throat that only gets louder when her hands finally lower.]

Keep that up and the bites may bruise. [Its a tease, but somehow there's a hint of a promise to it.]

[Reno's eyebrow raises almost to his hairline, and a sly grin follows as he gives her another poke.]

Promise?

[It seems like whenever he got nervous, he started trolling her, distracting from whatever they were talking about, but at least it's harmless this time.]

[Good try, Reno, but she was waiting for a second attack. And she blocks it, batting his hand away. She's grinning despite herself.]

We'll see.

[Which is the only appropriate response she can think of right now. Because giving any other answer might spoil the fun.

Giving his shoulder a little pat, she gave him a nudge back towards the gathering.]

Go on, Mr. Host. I won't keep you any longer. There's somebody I need to find.

Oh?

[He's curious now, there's no getting rid of him.]

Who? Ya adopt another kid? Don't forget, gotta come back and dance with me.

Edited 2013-11-22 07:52 (UTC)