RP: In Which we Party Characters: Everyone's invited Time/Date: Evening, July 10, 2032 Location: Lobby Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth, possible drunk and disorderly conduct Summary: It's a party. or a war meeting. Who knows. Status: Closed
"Oh for the love of ... watch your hands," Lily muttered as she watched Jaime arguing with a pizza pan that they'd found in the cabinets. The first attempt had been something like a disaster, but then they'd found a recipe book and gone from there to make the dough. This was not an easy task, though Lily helped as much as she could.
"Think you'd be more concerned with her watching the pan," Tyler called from the rec area of the lobby as he sorted through the very eclectic collection of music. There were a few bands he'd heard of, a few his parents had probably liked, and some that he guessed were after his time. He listened to some of them and compiled something like a dance mix before setting the 20 disc player to a random shuffle.
"I'm more concerned with her burning herself," Lily quipped back before she shook her head and went back to the salad.
"I got it," Jaime protested as she closed the oven door, shaking the finger she'd burned on the rack of the stove. There were three other pizzas lined up to be cooked, and two that Lily was keeping warm with a charm. They'd raided the gas station store for chips and sodas and alcohol, and the chips were distributed around in various bowls through the rec area. The sodas (and beers and wine coolers) were in a round metal tub filled with ice on the coffee table near the video game area.
"So are we really trying ... you know. Anything but a party here?"
Lily shrugged to Jaime's question, making a slight face at the beat of the song coming from the speakers. "I don't know. If anyone wants to, I wouldn't be opposed. I just ... I'm genuinely interested in seeing the type of people we have here. Hearing what they've got to say. The network is nice, but ... it's not face to face communication."
"People are overrated," Tyler shared as he picked a handful of pretzels from the bowl nearest the kitchen. His eyes drifted to the clock and he figured people would be drifting down soon enough.
"Some are," Lily agreed as she watched the timer on the oven for a moment before she watched Jaime stick her hand in the bucket of ice. She pressed one hand to her mouth to hide the slight smile before she glanced to Tyler and shrugged a little. "Suppose we'll see what there is to see."