Dinner and Politics

[forcegalactic]

[As promised, at 5pm on Wednesday, the dining hall is prepared for a group dinner. Along the side of a wall is a long set of tables filled with food prepared by Mordecai, Sukuyo, and all their volunteers. One end has drinks (and a bag of blood on a fancy plate for Dio), which transitions into meals and then onto desserts. Two rows of tables are arranged with twenty-five sets of plates and silverware, all on neighboring seats.

Enjoy yourselves, chat with your neighbors, and remember: we don't need McDonalds to have a happy meal!]

Comments

[rickdiculous]

Pass.

[said as he walks by, burping loudly after he utters this.]

[nankurunaisa]

[Yeah, she's covering her pot as soon as he gets close anyways because she doesn't want any burp or drool in her delicious cooking.]

I wasn't gonna give you any to begin with!

[Yeah, she's real tough.]

[rickdiculous]

Who even are you. I mean, shit, there's like - like 20-something people here and you haven't even registered on my radar. Shit, th-that's kind of reason enough to say that I wasn't looking for any from you in the first place.

[nankurunaisa]

That just means I've done a good job of avoiding you. It's the best decision I've made since showing up here.

[rickdiculous]

Oh, well, gee. Somebody's got some - some reaaaallll self-righteous shit going on. What. Y-you haven't even tried talk to me once, I think. Christ. I don't remember and I don't really care.

[nankurunaisa]

If I tried to talk to you, would you be any different than you are during the trials? Yeah, just keep walkin'. I'm not interested.

[rickdiculous]

Close-minded anti-McDonalds bullshit.

[Just gonna very...very quickly flail his hands at her pot and walk away.]