crazylikeavulp: (X-in' mah arms at u)
[personal profile] crazylikeavulp
Who: Anybody
When: Day 42, afternoon
Where: Common area
What:

[So unless you're Becca, whose apartment was purposely skipped over, you probably received the following, courtesy of Nova:]

To whomever recieves this invitation:

You and your apartment are invited to a "police" recruiting event. It's obvious that many think this kind of thing should be legislated and voted on, but the fact is that there are murderers and serial killers at large right now. We know for a fact that one has a hit list of names he may be working through, and he's already made three attempts (including two successful ones.) It's also a fact that many people here aren't fighters and don't have the fucking luxury of being able to protect themselves from these shits people worthless shits. If you want to police the police force, get your acts together and decide on something. Until then, working to protect people from being slaughtered or tortured is going to continue to happen.

Anyone who disagrees with protecting people has some fucking problems of their own to deal with.

Meet at lunch in the great common room if you're interested in attending. There will be food and other refreshments available. Any known murderers, torturers, or people who've ensured someone's placement on a hit list will be barred from entering.

[And if you do head out to the common area, food has indeed been provided, though self-proclaimed Sheriff Lucky seems more concerned with standing over it than socializing...]
cloakanddaikon: (Relaxed environment)
[personal profile] cloakanddaikon
Who: Anyone who cares to join
When: Day 38, late afternoon/early evening
Where: the small room north of the (relocated) shrines
What: A picnic

[The doors to the small room north of the shrines are open, and the smell of roasted meat drifts through the common room and hall. Each has been marked with a notice:

Picnic
Today @ 5:00 PM

All are welcome.
Please be aware that violence
of any sort is not permitted.


Inside, a picnic blanket has been spread out by the window. Slightly dimmed fairy lights decorate the walls, adding to the warm, sunset glow of the outdoors.

Most, however, may find themselves focusing on the food. Silver platters on the blanket hold a selection of roasted potatoes and orange mushrooms (#P002), and small bowls hold mixed bluenut nuts. Slices of melon gourd (#P010) are arranged in alternating rows with azure vine jelly, and the gourd's purple seeds are available in small dessert dishes.

Plates and cutlery are available in neat stacks, and chilled pitchers of sweet, (non-alcoholic) fruity punch drip condensation onto the room's floor.

Most appetizing, though, is the skinned lizagon bound to a sizable spit with vampire flower twine (#P015), roasting over an open flaming sword. A nearby platter holds potato leaves for wrapping the hot meat, and sweet blood mushroom jam (#P016) to glaze it.]


Good afternoon. As I realize there have been few open, organized events in the thirty-eight days we have been recording time here, if you could begin by introducing yourself and, perhaps, saying something of interest and posing a question to those you are meeting, I'm sure we will all find that conversations will begin far more naturally.

((OOC: As above! Introduce yourself, offer some tidbit of information and ask a question. And by all means, enjoy this bit of luxury.))

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