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!]

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THE DEBATE...?

[rickdiculous]

[Unbeknownst to everyone, outside of a few prying eyes, Rick has set up four of the chairs at the end of the room. They're each marked with 4 different papers: "MCDONALDS", "MORE CLOTHES", "SHIRTLESS DIO", "KNOWING WHAT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING". Once he's satisfied with the setup, Rick stands up on the McDonalds chair and calls out to the room.]

Alright, mo-[eerrghhh]-fos! Some people here, some people...th-th-they just don't believe in the democratic process. So, what we're gonna - what we're gonna do is have a friggin' DEBATE. You know, like how they - how they have 'im on TV, and they're set up more like sports games and entertainment then...actual politics. So, what you guys are gonna do...what you're gonna do...

["Why won't you let yourself love them?"

"Ugh, why-- why didn't they just kill you instead!?"]

...Huh.

[Rick steps off the chair, staring at it for a brief moment.]

Fuck it.

[He nudges the back of it slightly with his foot, causing it to fall forward.]

I'm out.

[Rick just kinda digs his hands into his pockets and walks out of the dining hall.]