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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[Rick is rather hesitant to respond. Something tells him he shouldn't be giving away this information; Reno seemed pretty shaken by the whole thing, and might be horribly embarrassed if someone else brought it up at an inopportune time. But this wasn't just anyone asking--this was his wife, and if Rick's experience with his own lady is worth anything, it is her job to know. Even if he was tasked with keeping a secret, he couldn't honestly be expected to keep this information from her in good conscience, could he?]

[He worries his lip for a few moments before making up his mind.]

...He, ah...w-w-well I f-found him...in one of the, um...the l-lockers. [Rick shakes his head.] They--th--they h-have a h-h-habit of c-closing on p-people, and--I'm n-not s-sure why he--o--or h-how long, e-e-even...

[Breathe. Patience. Calm. Its a mantra she had up and decided to use. Anything to keep her focused. Calm. Reno had given her some information about what happened. But the note had left a good deal out. Like how bad he had freaked out.]

...Well, that would explain his voice. [The hoarseness spoke to easily ten to fifteen minutes of constant screaming. She gives a little frown, rocking slightly on her heels.] Thanks for pulling him out of that, Rick. He's not a big fan of tight spaces.

[Rick nods, still anxious but, ultimately, relieved that he's apparently been helpful. He honestly would've screamed as much as Reno did if he were in the same position, but Rick isn't claustrophobic. He's glad he managed to get there before Reno hurt himself in his panic, or worse.]

[That said, he doesn't have to be able to read Elena to know that she's still worried.]

...I-I'm s-s-sorry I c-couldn't g-get there s-s-sooner--I w-was s-s-supposed to be w-working, but--the g-game--a-ah--d-distracted, c-c-couldn't-- [He frowns deeply and hides his face.] --I c-c-c-could've p-prevented all of this, I--I'm s-so sorry.

There's no need to apologize, Rick. What matters is that you did show up. If you hadn't, I wouldn't want to think -

[Hands come up again, giving a little panic motion. How the guy felt guilty for saving Reno from himself was beyond her. Endearing, yes. But still a little confusing.]

Rick, Rick. Please... You helped him escape from that prison. That is what matters most. The fact of the matter is that, had you not shown up when you did, he could have been in there for hours. So please, no more apologies. You're a hero.

[Rick thinks to argue--if he hadn't been so easily manipulated into searching for candy the whole day, he would've been working in the morgue when Reno arrived, and could've stopped him from poking around the lockers in the first place--but Elena is praising him far too much, giving him more attention than he ever deserves, and that discomfort takes priority. The blonde man flushes deep red and hides further.]

...I-I j-j-just...h-happened to b-be there...a-anyone w-would've done the s-same...

[So he is smiling a little bit, because--a hero? Now that's the first time he's been called that in a long while, and it's never been to him, specifically. The Shifter was a hero. Patrick Dawn was an accountant.]