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

[strategic_guile]

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

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

[5055034455]

No, no, wait. He shot me, first. Then he exploded. Ten feet in front of me.

[It was closer than ten, he thinks. But his memory on that is a little fuzzy.

Anyway, Saul says this like Adam is — was — the most considerate cyborg he's ever met.]

[strategic_guile]

[He was lifting his glass to his lips, but not he's lowering it again.]

But did he shoot you dead first? I'm not sure which is a least painful way to die.

[5055034455]

Pretty close to it. But I didn't feel anything.

[Wow, this is totally the conversation he wanted to have today.]

[strategic_guile]

What a nice suicide bomber.

[Sips his drink for real this time.]

So what positions do you have available in this organization of yours?

[5055034455]

Nah, he didn't do it on purpose. It was our good ol' friends over at the United Earth. Running around, planting explosive devices in cyborgs... all in a day's work.

[And oh, look. A topic change. Perfect.]

Current options are greeter, which is exactly what it sounds like, and liaison, which involves putting your pretty face on screen to deliver the Initiative's mission announcements.

[strategic_guile]

[He gives a thoughtful hum as he lowers his cup.]

Well, my face is indeed pretty. Maybe it can soothe the bad news.

[5055034455]

The Initiative does the hiring, so I'll have to refer you over to them if you're serious.

[Then again, if they'll hire Sollux, Saul is pretty sure they'll hire anyone.]

I can put in a good word for you.

[strategic_guile]

So is the job separate from DITR or is DITR another branch of the Initiative that needs their explicit permission?

[He is curious about this and sips from his glass while he waits.]

[5055034455]

The job's with us, and we're a branch of the Initiative.

[That's where their paychecks come from, so.]

[strategic_guile]

[He nods, taking his time to finish the little bit of wine he has left.]

No harm in trying out for it. Point me in the direction of who I should be rubbing elbows with and I'll apply.

[5055034455]

None of the Initiative are here right now, but it wouldn't hurt to go talk to Medusa, too.

[None of the Initiative will be showing up, either, he's sure.]

[strategic_guile]

[Nods.] I might swing by her when she's not busy.

[No he won't. Mostly because almost a month late wow.]

[5055034455]

Sounds like a plan.

[Even if he's not going to do it!]