BUT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE CAN REALLY LET GO ( OPEN )

[medusalith]

Date & Time: SATURDAY AT FIVE ( IT'S BACKDATED )
Location: DITR's offices in the hold, possibly spilling out into the hall if it gets super crowded.
Characters: Medusa, Saul, the staff of DITR, and YOU
Summary: In an effort to promote COMMUNITY OUTREACH the DITR hosts an open house! Free food and drink - you can't say no to that.
Warnings: Nothing? If anything comes up, please mark it in thread headers.

( IT'S A PARTY. THERE IS MUSIC OF QUESTIONABLE TASTE - PROBABLY ONE OR TWO ONE HIT WONDERS FROM THE 1980S ON REPEAT BECAUSE THAT'S ALL THEY COULD FIND UNTIL ANNE SINGS. THERE IS ALSO FOOD, BUT IT'S MUCH BETTER THAN THE MUSIC. THINK OPEN HOUSE FOOD - CHEESE AND CRACKERS AND MEATS AND LOTS OF DAINTY DESSERTS.

AND WINE. THERE IS LOTS OF WINE.

TAG YOURSELF IN OR HIT ANYONE ELSE UP - IT'S A FREE FOR ALL. )

Comments

[cesar]

[ But an ally, in his experience, can turn into an enemy in the blink of an eye. He is far more irritated at having his hand forced in any way. ]

Nothing good comes from making unnecessary enemies. But do they make useful allies?

[cesar]

[ He chuckles at that. Very cute, Saul. ]

Lightning?

[5055034455]

[Whatever it is she just articulated, Saul doesn't get it. He arches an eyebrow.]

What?

[5055034455]

Not really.

[He considers telling her that he's heard stories, but after his close call with Han a few weeks ago, he'd rather not risk it.]

Or I wasn't, until I came here.

[5055034455]

Have scientists discovered anything that travels faster than light yet?

[Wait. Why is he asking Cesare? Like he would know.

Saul shakes his head.]

If so, that.

[hyanaimne]

That seems to be fairly common . . .

[you would blow her mind. Again. Though she does reach up to push her hood back. Her ears aren't as long as true Elf, but they're distinctly pointed, and a bit bigger than a human's]

One could almost say I fit right in, with the amount of people I have already met like you.

[5055034455]

It's not fun.

[Casual sip of wine.

Yup.]

[speakveryclearly]

Just. That doesn't surprise me.

[strategic_guile]

[Lifts an eyebrow.] How'd that happen?

[5055034455]

God.

[So exasperated, Saul.]

You, too?

[5055034455]

Were you here when Adam Jensen exploded?

[How else can he put it, really?]

[5055034455]

[Saul can think of like a dozen other ways he'd rather blow her mind.

Just saying.

He leans over to get a good look at her ears. He's thinking hobbit, but she's not the right size at all.]

You know, there were people back in my world who'd get surgery to make their ears look like that.

[5055034455]

I'm not sure what you mean by "network usage pattern."

[That sounds like some robotic bullshit.

Are the trolls also robots?

ROBOTROLLS?]

[hyanaimne]

[saul pls

A hand goes up to one of her ears]

They—why? Who in their right mind would do such a thing?

[5055034455]

My world is weird. People do all sorts of shit to their bodies.

[He shrugs.

Humans, man. So vain.]

[speakveryclearly]

[By now she's at least figured out what she was trying to say there.]

I mean I see you answering his posts sometimes, rather regularly.

[NOT THAT THERE AREN'T TROLL ROBOTS OUT THERE.

...Seriously.]

[hyanaimne]

I . . . will never understand humans, at all.

[5055034455]

That makes two of us.

[5055034455]

Ah.

[Of course there are.

It doesn't show in Saul's expression or body language, but he's always uncomfortable when people bring up what he's done on the network. He really needs to start being more careful.]

Yeah. We're friends.

[hyanaimne]

[she just shakes her head. Humans were so odd] Why would they want to look like a half-blood . . . honestly . . .

[5055034455]

[Hm.

Now that's interesting. It almost sounds like she thinks that's a bad thing?]

Is that what you are?

[speakveryclearly]

I'm curious - what came first, your employment or his?

[hyanaimne]

[she tilts her head, then nods. Had she not told him? She couldn't keep track anymore, how many knew and how many didn't]

I am a half-Elf, yes.

[strategic_guile]

...yeah I was. That kinda explains it.

[He resists smiling because that was hilariously blunt. He likes you so far, Saul.]

[alittlesweptup]

[Probably for the best, that. Charlie nods, unceremoniously plucking a few more crackers from the nearest tray.] That's right. And you're Saul Goodman, resident courier for our bosses.

[It's not really a question.]