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

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise knows Mordecai hates her, but she showed up anyway, and she gives him a nod.]

Certainly better than whatever it is some people are aggressively campaigning for.

[forcegalactic]

[If someone as snobby as Elise likes it, then it's a win in his eyes.]

All the better to sign up for any other petition. You did support the one for more clothes, right?

[announcemyvictory]

Absolutely. It's getting very tedious swapping between two things!

[forcegalactic]

It's leave more space between laundry days, to. And my shirts gonna get ruined with all the rubbin' I'm doin' to it. [He holds out a sleeve of his dress shirt to short Elise.] This fabric wasn't meant for old-fashioned cleanin'.

[announcemyvictory]

Most things aren't, I don't think, and neither are we. Ugh, I wish we didn't have to do this.