The Meeting Who: EVERYONE Where: The Meeting Hall When: Saturday, September 23rd at noon Warning: Possible gratuitous sex and/or violence, harsh language Status: Open
Michelle set a platter of donuts on a table in the meeting hall. She'd spent the morning on them. Cooking over an open fire instead an oven or stovetop was a challenge. And not one, surprisingly, that her very thorough teachers had covered. Well, even a years-long apprenticeship couldn't cover everything, and her tutors had been more concerned with teaching her to fight and how to move unnoticed through an increasingly crowded and public world.
Still she thought they'd come out quite well. Just basic cake donuts, some with sugar or cinnamon sprinkled on them. She hoped everyone would like them. They'd go well with the coffee Molly would be bringing.
She turned and looked over the room. The tables and chair were still crowded against the walls where she'd pushed them to clear space for dancing earlier. Should she move them again? She decided not. She had no idea how many people would actually show up, and if they wanted to sit, or use the tables, they were all perfectly capable of arranging things to suit themselves.
She still hadn't met most of her fellow...villagers? She'd interacted briefly with Derek and Stiles. She still didn't know what their relationship was, exactly. Friends, obviously, and seemingly protective of one another, which suggested some hard shared experiences. And she'd met Lance. The space cadet pilot and would-be ladies' man. With luck, he'd spread his affections around amongst the other women--or hit on someone else entirely.
She was looking forward to meeting Molly face to face, as well as Cat. If Cat showed up. She seemed pretty suspicious of the whole situation, which yeah, good call there. But they'd be better off if everyone worked together. Molly seemed less paranoid (not that paranoia was necessarily a bad thing), and she claimed some magic powers.
And Gabe. He'd be interesting to meet, and he should be over his flu by now. He could see Death, or people who'd been touched by death, he said. She wondered, assuming that were true, what he'd make of her. She'd died, and more than once. She'd killed, too. Did that count?
There were others, too. Some from her future, it seemed. Or a future, at any rate. And some from the past, if their ignorance of guns was any guide. Pretty far back in the past, given that guns had been around for centuries. They'd managed to make use of the tablets, at least a little, so they were pretty clever. And they might know more about low-tech subsistence farming than anyone else.
It should be an interesting gathering, Michelle thought. She hopped onto the table next to the platter of donuts and waited for someone else to appear.