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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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?

[He nods.]

Yeah, that's right.

[Rick nods back.]

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

[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.