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[midgarhorizon]

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!]

Comments

[wegotlucky]

[He picks up a package of lunch meat, balancing it carefully before he goes to work preparing them.]

Actually I think it's nutrition bars. You know, those horrible things Jason gives us.

It's not really comforting to know that that spidery freak is the most honest one of them.

[He pauses, suddenly awkward.]

I'm Neal, by the way.

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick seems quite surprised! He's never been in a situation where the glamour's been off for long periods of time, so he hasn't had the chance to look...but this means that the food is, in fact, real. Disguised, but real!]

[...Much like the monsters.]

[Too confused to comment on the food situation, Rick settles for introducing himself instead.]

...R-Rick. It's...n-n-nice to m-meet you, Neal.

[wegotlucky]

[The memory of when glamour first failed is still fresh in Neal's mind. He'll never forget that as long as he lives.]

You too, Rick.

[He's quiet for a bit as he sorts through more things the cafeteria has to offer. Zo's months are always a welcome change of pace, even if the food is a complete lie.]

It's funny. If the animals are film, and the food we eat is real, what do the hunters eat?

I've still been able to survive Jason's months without a problem. You think it's something in the collars?

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick has started distributing the cookie dough into neat blobs when Neal begins musing again. It's not something he's ever really thought about before, but then again there are many things about the Tower he doesn't want to think about, so it's not too surprising. Still, his new friend seems interested enough in the subject, and the conversation is so far pleasant enough to continue, even if he doesn't have any ideas about how to answer the questions presented to him.]

...I-I w-wish I knew. [The blonde man shrugs helplessly and gives a nervous chuckle.] I...g-guess it c-could be the c-c-collars. I m-mean...I w-wouldn't be s-s-surprised if we d-didn't n-need to e-eat at all.

crap I thought I replied to this already, sorry

[wegotlucky]

[He nods, thoughtful.]

Yeah, I've had the same thought.

I've heard there's drugs in the food, anyway. Wouldn't trust anything they give us.

[bashfulshifter]

[Oh now that sounds unpleasant.]

...D-D-Drugged? [That could explain why the shadow children were so angry with some of the candy he gave them during Ruana's game...possibly? He's still really confused about that one.] I-I mean...do you f-feel d-d-different w-when you e-eat the c-cafeteria food?

[wegotlucky]

[He wished he knew more. He knew what he had been told, what he had heard.]

I haven't but then I don't have any abilities to myself. You know how everyone has different collar colors? I don't have any guesses about what they could possibly mean, but my father's was blue and he was probably the strongest magic user in my world.

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick says nothing--merely passes an anxious glance between Neal, the floor, and his hand as he absently tugs at his own blue collar. Well, this is awkward.]

[wegotlucky]

[He gives a sheepish smile.]

Dark blue, you know? Indigo.

Anyway whatever powers you have.... that's okay, right? I wish I knew more about the situation, but I'm kinda out of the loop. You ever talk to Zelda?

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick makes a silent "Oh" of understanding. He's never thought of the collar colors as somehow indicative of power levels--although once again, now that Neal brings it up, the Lancers both have violet collars and they're made of magic. Suddenly things start to click into place.]

[But it's merely an interesting fact, and one that Rick doesn't feel the need to linger on for too long. He nods rather absently.]

Z-Zelda? Ah...I-I've m-met her. [A beat.] --She's, um--w-w-with P-Pandora, r-right?

[wegotlucky]

[He nods.]

Yeah, that's right.

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick nods back.]

...I-I n-n-need to t-t-talk to her m-more.

[wegotlucky]

[He nods.]

Yeah, me too. I'm sure there are things Pandora needs done, I just haven't gotten the chance to talk to her about them.