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maskormenacelogs2016-01-30 07:39 pm
lasthugs) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-01-30 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- † akito/agito wanijima | fang king,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † euphemia li britannia | n/a,
- † fly | n/a,
- † gogo tomago | n/a,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † mathieu carver | shadow,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † robert callaghan | yokai,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a,
- † winry rockbell | n/a
welcome home feast!
WHO: OPEN MINGLE
WHERE: Xavier School Dining Hall
WHEN: January 29, 30; all day both days
WHAT: Cass and Callaghan opened up the school's dining hall for ALL imPorts, -- prisoners, diplomats, military, rescuers, even people who were uninvolved and just want the food -- to come in and recover from the ordeal with warm, free food, blankets gathered from god knows where, and each other.
WARNINGS: This should be relatively tame! But please mark your own warnings in the necessary places.
As announced here, Cass and Callaghan have opened up Xavier School to offer food and a resting place to ALL imPorts! The room is kept warm, and there's food and drinks -- non alcoholic! -- and enough space for a bunch of people to sit around and fill their stomachs. The buffet line is stocked with all sorts of food, and Cass is keeping pots of coffee ready for the people who would prefer that, too. There's no junk food, but she stress baked enough to feed a small country while everyone was gone, so there's plenty of pastries and bread to go around as well.
WHERE: Xavier School Dining Hall
WHEN: January 29, 30; all day both days
WHAT: Cass and Callaghan opened up the school's dining hall for ALL imPorts, -- prisoners, diplomats, military, rescuers, even people who were uninvolved and just want the food -- to come in and recover from the ordeal with warm, free food, blankets gathered from god knows where, and each other.
WARNINGS: This should be relatively tame! But please mark your own warnings in the necessary places.
As announced here, Cass and Callaghan have opened up Xavier School to offer food and a resting place to ALL imPorts! The room is kept warm, and there's food and drinks -- non alcoholic! -- and enough space for a bunch of people to sit around and fill their stomachs. The buffet line is stocked with all sorts of food, and Cass is keeping pots of coffee ready for the people who would prefer that, too. There's no junk food, but she stress baked enough to feed a small country while everyone was gone, so there's plenty of pastries and bread to go around as well.
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[Which does bring up a question he'd put off in favor of confirming what language she was speaking. He ... he can hope, probably futilely, that somehow she doesn't know him from that one single broadcast. Literally anything else he's put out there, fine. But that most recent one...]
But you've heard of me.
[He hasn't heard of her, he's not saying, but his tone implies it.]
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You know the piles of tupperware of food that show up at your house every once in a while? I make those. I've been to your place once or twice.
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[That's a way better answer than he'd been expecting. He can work with that.
He could clarify he knows what she's talking about. He could do a lot of things. ....but no, he's apparently picking that specific battle to argue about, albeit in a far quieter voice than he had been. He's staying there now, but...]
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Have you had any of the food that I dropped off?
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[Didn't care enough to head downstairs most times, he means, but this is a better answer. It hits that perfect balance between defensively apathetic... and yet honest enough. Maybe the real truth is hinted in the weirdly lackluster way he says it, as if it'd be obviously off limits to him, and he's too tired to put in the effort to take it anyway.]