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

[skennen]

[Caught up trying to observe and discern the importance of every interaction around him without drawing unwanted attention, Connor doesn't quite realize someone has come up to him until there's wine being shoved at his folded arms.

He eyes the proffered glass a moment before taking it, slowly, like he half-expects it to explode.]

Duds?

[He looks from the glass down to his own clothes and then back up to... The man from the video all those months ago.

The faintest hint of surprise registers in his expression.]

Saul Goodmen.

[Oh, so close.]

[5055034455]

[Yo, dude, don't joke about explosions around Saul.]

Yeah. Duds.

[He grins and plucks at Connor's shirt in lieu of explanation, looking far too pleased at the mention of his almost-name. It's close enough; he'll let it go.]

At your service.

[skennen]

[Hey, there was no joking, only very serious concern.

That distrustful stare Connor regarded the glass with is now fixed on Saul's hand.

So... the man was referring to his clothing? And it was... a compliment? He's not sure enough of that to make an attempt at responding graciously.]

You lead this group.

[Better to focus on what's important here, anyway.]

[5055034455]

Whoa! Whoa, my friend, don't let Medusa hear that.

[Judging by his smile, it's clear that Saul isn't very concerned.]

Is there something I can help you with?

[skennen]

No. [No, nothing he needs in particular. He's just here for the food he isn't eating and the wine he isn't drinking and the fine people he isn't socializing with.]

How is your work going?

[5055034455]

[Mmm, small talk.

Mmmmmm.

Except — nope. They're not at that stage yet. Saul leans against the wall as well, right next to Connor, then folds his arms and gazes out at the party.]

I think we skipped something. What's your name?

[skennen]

[Hm. Connor watches Saul out of the corner of his eye, his fingers curling a little tighter around the glass he holds. It takes him a minute to join him in looking in the direction of the party.

Fine then, formalities first.]

Connor.

[5055034455]

Hey, Connor.

[Saul offers a friendly smile, looking over at Connor briefly before turning his attention away again.]

Where're you from?

[skennen]

[He doesn't return that short glance.]

America.

[5055034455]

I assumed as much. Whereabouts in America?

[skennen]

New York?

[Or that's the city he was in when the Initiative's machine snagged him and hauled him forward fifteen hundred years.]

[5055034455]

[Saul arches an eyebrow, catching the upward inflection at the end of Connor's answer.]

You sure about that?

[skennen]

[He raises an eyebrow right back at him and tacks on a slight tilt of the head for good measure.]

That is what they call the city in my time?

[Totally misunderstood that question. And now wondering if they renamed New York at some point.]

[5055034455]

What time is your time?

[Because really, Saul can't tell.]

[skennen]

[He manages not to sigh outright but does shut his eyes for a second or two.]

I was taken from 1776.

[Time to fight fire with fire.]

What about you? From where and what time do you hail?

[5055034455]

Before or after July fourth?

[SUCH AN IMPORTANT QUESTION.]

And I'm from Albuquerque, New Mexico. 2010.

[skennen]

... Before?

[Which might explain why he looks so very baffled. Single strangest question he has ever been asked. What is this guy up to?]

New Mexico, 2010.

[Repeated thoughtfully as he tries to steer his thoughts back to the reconnaissance mission. He won't be distracted by random, nonsensical questions, no sir!]

You do not dress as the locals did in Black Rock.

[Why aren't you a cowboy, Saul?]

[5055034455]

What? No, no. I'm from Albuquerque.

[He could never pull off the cowboy look, bro.

But that won't stop him from making sexually-charged jokes about riding!]

[skennen]

Is Albuquerque not near Black Rock?

[New Mexico, such a mystery.]

[5055034455]

Not really. It's... about a hundred miles away, I think? Maybe closer to two hundred?

[skennen]

I see.

[He nods thoughtfully... only to turn his head and level a pointed look at Saul.]

So, how is your work going?