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Tweak says, "you know nothing, Jon Snow"

Jack Montgomery (manchildish) wrote in zenithrp,
@ 2016-01-10 17:43:00

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#day 016, avram, cecilia, chase, damon, evie, jack, jim, juno, kiley, lennon, madison, marco, oliver, owen, pam, tobias

Who: EVERYONE
When: 5:30ish (about half an hour into eating)
Where: The Dining Room

Jack and his motley crew had been working their butts off for most of the afternoon, and the bounty they'd created was absolutely glorious. The spread in the center of the table by the time people had started to arrive could probably have fed a hell of a lot more than they'd planned for, but Jack doubted anyone would complain about leftovers. The burgers were split into three plates based on how rare or well done they were, and just about every type of roll the house made available was there. Bacon was cooked crisp or fatty, depending on which end of the plate you took it from, and both mushrooms and onions had been sauteed on another. Tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, and every other condiment and type of cheese you could want was there for the taking. Sides of beer batter french fries, fried green tomatoes, grilled corn on the cob, portobellos and eggplant sat front and center, alongside a fresh green salad and two kinds of potato salad (he hadn't been able to decide between the two, so why not?). Juno and Lennon had been a great help, and there was enough time that he actually got a chance to properly teach them a few things in the midst of it all.

All in all, it had been a great afternoon.

He and Avram had managed to pull in the kitchen table and set it up with a few chairs, elongating the already impressive dining room table to accommodate everyone. Or, at least, for twenty-four. He still had no idea how many new people they were going to have today, aside from the one big dude Pam had brought in for introductions earlier.

Said big dude, Oliver, was now sitting next to him close to the entryway of the dining room. Jack had picked that spot specifically so he could get up and get anything needed from the kitchen for anyone. That had lasted all of one trip before the big guy clamped a gorilla-sized hand on his shoulder and politely told him it was the chef's turn to relax, then got up to grab the container of home made relish that had been left behind. He paid close attention to the kind of burger the guy made for himself later (mushroom swiss, light on the fixings, sun-dried tomato on the burger, bacon on the side as if he didn't think he'd have room for it), and told himself that someone was gonna be getting lunch later on in the week.

His own burger was a monster, toppled high with bacon, mushrooms, caramelized onions, bleu cheese and barbecue sauce. He'd thrown a tomato on there just because he thought a proper vegetable might stave off any disapproving looks from Evie, though he wasn't entirely certain she'd care. It was better to be safe than sorry.

He caught Cecilia's gaze down the wide expanse of the table, around the chattering group enjoying the food all around. He smiled at her, trying to relay how great it was to have everyone in the same place together without being forced.

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future_dust
2016-01-12 12:53 am UTC (link)

More and more it looked like both solutions were the solution. Build a system, cover every base, check often to see if it stuck. Marco piping in about how not into being in danger he was made her shoot him a glance and roll her eyes. "As if anyone's gonna force you to become some kinda daredevil window cleaner." She whispered.

"Yeah, they're gonna want to fuck with our system, we need to keep checking the windows see if they got magically cleaned up too. I don't mind fucking with them right back and re-paint them. " Juno suggested, a wry smirk curling her lips upward. After a beat, she took a deep breath. "I volunteer for the window painting thing. If Chase makes stencils, 'cos I dunno how. If there's not enough volunteers for rounds I can cover that too, though."

She had no idea why that had been blurted out of her mouth, but there was the sinking suspicion that, judging by her increased heart-rate, she was doing this just to belong. Pathetic, sure, going to bite her in the ass later, of course. Truth be told, Juno was getting tired of having nothing to do. Other than her gym schedule there was no schedule at all and even despite her default state being 'feeling useless', right now she was starting to feel it more than usual. Of course, underneath it all was the belonging. Juno wished desperately not to give a fuck, or that it was out of the goodness of her heart and will to help the poor souls who ended up here, but that just wasn't the case.

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_burnbabyburn_
2016-01-12 01:03 am UTC (link)

At this point Madison could probably safely say she knew everyone in here, if not personally then by virtue of associating names to faces. She had spent most of her dinner striking up pleasant conversation with everyone around her, perhaps not in the same loud, obnoxious way as Pam, but then again every gesture was calculated on her part - even her tone of voice and emotion. When time came for the non-elected leader of this merry band of sad sacks to speak, Madison was impressed by the silence she had inspired...mostly. At least at first, anyway. This had all the potential to become a verbal smorgasbord of regret once people started disagreeing with one another and subsequently yelling at one another - that wasn't a bad thing. She had leaned in with her hand under her chin for support in order to listen and observe - intently - as things started to slightly fall apart. Ah, potential. When Cecilia asked for volunteers she let a couple people reply before her arm was vaguely in the air.

"I don't mind making rounds, greeting people. I get up early anyway because my biological clock's wired that way still because of work, and I don't mind talking strangers through complicated or possibly traumatic stuff either." She did work in customer service after all. And not volunteering, at this stage, might mark her as a bad team player which would only mean bad tings for her in the long run. "Calming voice, small words. That sort of thing, I think I can handle."

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pumpkinbutter
2016-01-12 01:36 am UTC (link)

Pam couldn't help but giggle just a little. Calming voice, small words. Yeah, that was easy enough. "I could help with greeting people!" she called out, raising her hand again. "I'm good at it. I've already greeted a few people! I was glad to run into you that first day, too, Avram, you're absolutely right. Yeah, I can do rounds. That sounds great." It would be a shame, after all, if she wasn't there to give people hugs. Oliver had looked like he'd needed it earlier that day, and giving him the tour had been a blast. She was getting better at being the greeter.

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silverfox
2016-01-12 01:42 am UTC (link)

"Don't mind helping with either one," Oliver offered with a nod, leaning back in his chair and settling his left ankle on his right knee. "I've got experience pulling out and installing windows, so I can get that done whenever the painters are ready. Also don't mind wakin' up at the crack of dawn to make rounds if you find a need." Being productive would certainly help.

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extremeunction
2016-01-12 01:58 am UTC (link)

"Nobody wants me anywhere near paint or panes of glass, I'm a klutz," Avram said. "It would only end in tears. But I don't mind being on door-yelling duty, that's fine."

"Same, I'm happy to help with doing rounds in future," said Jim from the other side of the table. "Waking up early and talking to strangers in distress, it's perfect. Also I've been living in community situations for twelve years and I'm a freak about organising, so I know my way around a chore schedule, if that's useful at all."

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oversexed
2016-01-12 04:00 am UTC (link)

Damon had been mostly silent, taking everything in. He'd dressed for this event in the only clothes he had at his disposal-- leather pants and blue shirt, minus the leather jacket-- and combed his hair neatly. He never liked to show his hand too early in any given situation.

"I just got here this mornin'," he spoke up when there was a few seconds of silence. "Something would've been helpful. Too bad it ain't like a hotel where they leave a instruction card in the room, yeah?" Beneath one sleeve of his shirt, his arm was a mess from where he'd yanked out his IV with no caution whatsoever. Didn't matter. It would blend with his other scars. He glanced mildly around, his gaze settling on Cecilia for a few seconds extra. She was quite attractive.

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