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

[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.]