EVENT LOG

[simonsimmon]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting/Location: On the caravan, in the dining hall!
Date & Time: Forward-dated to the evening of Day 30!
Warnings: none so far? But maybe with the effects of the event.......
Summary: Simon throws an innocent dinner for the passengers of the caravan. What could happen, right? Tags can be action or prose. Feel free to have

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[likeihatenazis]

[ Far be it for Burt Hummel to pass up a meal when there are no Slim-Jims and Coke on this caravan to substitute with.

Well, that and he figures he'll be able to keep an eye on the majority of the Ohio kids (and the incredible vanishing Pillsbury) at the same time for a change. Maybe get a feel for the general numbers of Lima folk while he's at it. So he'll be at the table, too, more likely than not making sure the headcount is the same as it was every few minutes.

Never know when something crazy is gonna go down nowadays. ]

It ok if Nick bugs you?

[im_driving]

[Burt has the distinct pleasure of being near a certain con artist turned survivor, if there is anything pleasurable about that. Nick doesn't look particularly happy to be there.]

Oh, good. A dinner party. Just what we needed.

hi future husband!

[itsahotone]

[Santana's just walking by normally, which is to say better than everyone else-ly. But her gaze falls on Burt, who she's barely even seen before now, but that doesn't matter because...it doesn't matter.]

Hi, Mr. Hummel!

it was ~true love~

[likeihatenazis]

[ Definitely looking up at the name-call; if someone knows him, chances are he can count on them being someone to cross off of the check-in list. He even tries to look mildly approachable- for some odd reason, he's had issues with that in the past. Issues having nothing to do with threatening to bring flamethrowers to schools, surely. ]

Hey. You're Kurt's friend, right? [ Give him a second, the name is coming. ] Santana?

[thebooksaysso]

[And Ana's deciding to forgo her usual round of people watching to actually hunt around for people she knows....if only because she'd be mildly amazed to see a few of them willingly attending the party. But she can't search on an empty stomach! Which is why she's stocking up a small plate of food right now. It's mostly fruit, but there are a couple fried and greasy guilty pleasures hiding somewhere in the pile.

....she doesn't seem too interested in leaving many strawberries left for the rest of the caravan though. Er. No one's going to notice that, right?]

[justice_by_coma]

[Oh! Spotted! He sits up immediately form where he's been stealing foor from that kid you were talking to when you were tiny except...now the guy has pink hair. Gau's plate is kind of conspicuously almost-absent, stuck by Raikou's.]

Anathema-san! You're back!

[thebooksaysso]

[bwuh? Who-- oh.] Gau!

[She'd wander over, but it's a little rude to invite herself to someone else's table, isn't it?] Ah, yes, we came back just the other day....I see your little costume crisis apparently cleared up. [Did she really miss something vaguely entertaining while she was gone, aww.]

slow mun is being sloww >/////////////////////<

[justice_by_coma]

[His face colors and he looks away with sudden intense glaring at the floor at the mention of the costumes. He has that face he has when he's trying to look pissed rather than mortified: >8[

And he's glad you weren't here to see it. Having a woman call it "cute" would be the last nail in the coffin. Raikou appreciated it for whatever horrible reason after all...

Rude? What rude? He's wandering to your playing waiter for Raikou, as usual. And Yoite's probably eating all the food at his table, so it works out.]

It's over, yes. After some time, the costumes could be taken off, but whatever horrible outside force put us in them could still be over us, or just be in the area.

[Still has that grump face. SO UNAMUSED. Hmph. He's happy to be back in his tie and sweatervest.]

Prose Person Coming Through [Open]

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra never knew what to make of it when there was some kind of event involving the people on the caravan. She had been haunted by ghosts of her past, thrown into a topiary maze, attacked by monsters, and the like each time a large group of people congregated together. And yet, here she was, back for more, it seemed.

Her fourteen year old self was purring like a kitten, basking in the glow of every curiosity. Her older, wiser, more jaded self was pretty sure she was an absolute idiot.

She decided to remain close to the entrance, for ease of exit, not to mention a prime view of the comings and goings of the rest of the passengers. Today, she wore her white chiton, made out of an old bedsheet and held together by some pins she had pilfered from one place or another during the trip so far. Her long, wild curls were half up, half down, held in place by a flower. Cassandra didn't know why she was dressing to impress. There was just something in the air.

[onedayaqueen]

Guinevere walked in slowly, unused to be being invited to feasts without having to prepare it. She fiddled with her dress, feeling kind of under-dressed, but it didn't look like the sort of fancy banquet she was used to. And it wasn't, because she could actually eat the food on the tables. That was kind of nice.

She did a double take, turning back out of the corner of her eye to glance at the woman in white she'd just passed. There was something familiar about her.

"Cassandra...?" she asked hesitantly. They hadn't met in person yet, but she fit the description from what she recalled.

[cassie_of_troy]

She lifted her chin slightly, turning to look in the direction of her name. The girl was unfamiliar, but the voice was something memorable. It would take Cassandra a moment or two to put a name to it. In the meanwhile, she set about her typical task of analyzing everything she saw. It was a bad habit, but not one to break any time soon.

Cassandra took note of some discomfort. She wondered if it was the company. Obviously, something had driven this woman to attend the feast, but there was something off about her presence. The way she was fussing with her dress left Cassandra wondering if, perhaps, she was somehow unsatisfied with it. It was certainly nothing special. Homespun, perhaps? That was to be determined.

"I answer to that name," Cassandra replied.

[onedayaqueen]

She bit her lip, suddenly very unsure. She shouldn't have said anything, just kept on walking in.

"My name is Guinevere, um, or Gwen. We spoke on that... communicator...?" her voice trailed off. What if she'd forgotten? It wouldn't be the first time someone forgot her--it was rather common in her line of work, and she'd sort of grown to expect and ignore it. Her hands moved unconsciously from fiddling to her dress to just wringing together at her waist.

[THE ENEMY'S GATE IS DOWN. So open. Everyone give him Hepatitis C or something.]

[justice_by_coma]

[Man he missed eating Raikou's leftovers. Things haven't been this appetizing in two weeks.

Not that he's not glancing around to see if anyone's looking at him strangely for having an almost empty plate and continuously stealing from his neighbor. It's not like they didn't do this at home all the time. ...Which is probably why to all outside observers Raikou has developed a taste for wasabi that borders on total death of all tastebud activity within a twenty-foot radius.

But mostly he's got his notebook out, and he's eying every individual at the table as though they're some sort of suspet. Business as usual for Gau, mostly, except when he takes an unusual interest in pointing out morsels to other people.

Not only is he taking notes on what everyone eats, but he's actually taking a headcount for Sergeant Weller at the same time.

TOTAL EFFICIENCY. He's very pleased with himself.]

[am_i_even_alive]

[Just don't take any food from the side Yoite is just pulling up a chair too sit beside you, Gau. He's not even bothered to greet you, or to take note on how many people are there.

Yoite simply puts his hand on the table, leaning over and, where as people were taking slices and ladles of food, Yoite was pulling the whole soup dish and bread loaf over. Soon followed by pulling the huge ham in the middle of the table over to himself too.

He was always so hungry and there was obviously too much here for- Oh! is that ramen? he'll be lifting that up and sitting back in his chair with it, drinking it from its pot.]

Where is my REAL wutface when I need it?

[justice_by_coma]

[Oh hey Yoite.

Oh. HEY! YOITE!?!

You get a rap on the gloved knuckles with the ladle as gau hisses perfectly audibly.]

Yoite-kun! That's for everyone! Hey!

Maybe its the same place as my 'don't make me Kira your ass' face? xD

[am_i_even_alive]

[The second his hand is touched like that, Yoite wrapped his cold gloved fingers around the offending hand. Gripping tight, maybe a little too tight to say Gau was only trying to make Yoite act polite.

Still. Gau's efforts only stalled Yoite, as he soon continued to gulp the food down as fast and whole as he could. Already his misty eyes were looking over the table for what else he could consume.]

[more open than a 7-11]

[yousuckbill]

[ In walks a dirt-covered girl, looking somewhat annoyed. While she's glad that whoever or whatever it was that dropped her into this new place decided to be courteous enough to plant her underground so she wouldn't burn to a crisp in the sun, she's not so glad to be away from home. Even if home is boring as hell.

But hey! Maybe she can get some more info by mingling. Or she can just mingle, period. As long as no one minds the dirt, that is. ]

[toothdoctor]

[ The dirt's kind of an attention magnet, mostly because people who walk around covered in it are usually in need of a little help, whether it be with personal hygiene or with disposing of a dead body. As it is, Carl, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't feel like fainting (YET), leaves his place at the table to come over and make a few inquiries. ]

Hey there - take a wrong turn getting to the showers?

[ ... Hopefully this isn't some kind of natural therapy thing. ]

[yousuckbill]

[ Some smart reply is right on her tongue as she looks up to him, but she stops mid-word. Whoa. He's looking like a fresh pool of blood right about now. Warm and inviting!

All of a sudden, she's trying to straighten out her hair, but that's not going so well. ] S-Sorry. Yeah. Kinda. Couldn't find 'em. Do I--do I look real bad?

[toothdoctor]

[ While generally warm and inviting, he is unfortunately not for drinking.

Although, really, this is negotiable. ]

Don't worry; I've seen worse. 'Sides, it's not important. Sit down, grab a bite to eat.