The Barkeep (
forcegalactic) wrote in
trustfell2015-11-18 12:00 pm
Dinner and Politics
[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!]
Enjoy yourselves, chat with your neighbors, and remember: we don't need McDonalds to have a happy meal!]

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But dang, it's kinda the same thing, ain't it? Sure, runnin' saloons runs in my family, but at least we got time for regular livin' and not fightin'.
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[She almost sounds jealous.]
...mm. It must be nice not having the world's expectations on you and your family.
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Here. Let me fill your plate. [If being a Hunter was just like being in a private military, perhaps Weiss' situation was similar to Sparks. Mordecai heard the Marshal didn't have a good relationship with his parents, who were in the USSA, but he isn't clear on the specifics of that.]
Are your parents proud of you?
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[She has to think about the answer to that question. Mother always said so, but nothing was ever good enough for Father.]
...one of them is? My father is difficult, at best.
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