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sixthiterationlogs2019-01-12 06:38 pm
- !mingle,
- !ota,
- 9: 7,
- ac: malik al-sayf,
- dbh: connor-60,
- dmc: kat,
- ff: nida,
- ff: rinoa heartilly,
- ff: seifer almasy,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- marvel: james rhodes,
- marvel: loki odinson,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- marvel: tony stark,
- overwatch: brigitte lindholm,
- rvb: agt washington,
- voltron: takashi shirogane
[ MINGLE ] FORGE AFTER HOURS
WHERE: South Village Forge
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: Smitherns (Thor, Brigitte, Annie Cresta, Siefer), Plus Ones, Passers by, and Friends! Anyone, really, come on down.
WARNINGS: Language, discussion of canon typical violence probably, drinking?
THE HEARTH
With the bulk of the work and chores done for the day, the heart's banked down to a tolerable level rather than steel meltingly hot, positively cozy. Tables are cleared of metal filings and shavings, the floor is swept, extra chairs and seating or overturned crates serve as places to kick back and enjoy the warmth. A large kettle of tea is kept brewing all night, another of coffee, and a jug of cool water for those thirsty with no real requirement RE flavor. There's a rack for coats and scarves when people don't need to be quite so bundled up, and space cleared enough for milling about, tossing ideas back and forth, or simply relaxing. Arguments happen at The Debate Wall, not by the fire.
THE FOOD
It's an eclectic spread- a pot of stew, some crusty bread, frittatas, a few large, simple cheese pizzas, bottles of wine, and whatever other food the Smitherns or their Plus Ones chose to bring. It's a bit of a potluck, food spread out on one table for perusal, plates waiting and a bin for dirty dishes. Tony will scrub up at the end of the night. By the fire there's a waffle iron and as many toppings as they could find for waffles- jams, zalpaca butter, dried fruit, preserved peaches. Serve yourself or sit and sample!
THE CHILL OUT CORNER
For the more introspective or anyone taking a break from The Debate Wall, there's a comfortable chair tucked in the far corner where the light isn't as bright, the sound not quite so loud- and in this chair sits a young Peacat, a smaller pot for tea, and a few books. Elton's a friendly sort and will chirrup to lean for pets or simply sit on a lap and purr, offering calming, quiet company.
THE DEBATE WALL
Scrubbed clean for the night, the wall opposite Tony's Scrawled projects, equations, rules and definitions- currently marked only with a few notes RE proper charcoal use 'It's for the wall, not your hands, not anyone's clothes', the large space cleared for marking out or drawing out- well. Games, hangman, tic-tac-toe, sketches, or debate points. The only other rule listed is 'If you're going to pick a hill to die on, cite your references'.
no subject
In this gathering or this island. He needs to get back. To CyberLife, where new orders await him. To Detroit, where his predecessor's failures have already nearly brought the industry to a halt. It's been days since he lost contact with Amanda, and Connor's smile nearly slips—but somehow, the tight panic floats just out of reach. It's... strangely easy to dismiss. The android's eyes shift to the middle distance, LED flickering slightly as he checks over his processing logs. He's... confident?
...of course he is. He'll make it back.
First, of course, he needs to stand. Connor's gaze flicks back to meet the human's, expression calmly, coldly pleasant as he settles one hand pointedly atop Stark's pet. "I'm getting up now." His fingers curl, framing the shape of its small... fragile... head.
How much force would it take to move the creature? How much to cause irreparable damage? Less than 200 newtons, Connor thinks.
Stark can get it off him. Or he will.