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apocalypsehowcomm2021-10-01 09:05 pm
conning) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-10-01 09:05 pm
log - too tired for title whee - closed to B1 and A4, open to those likely to wander by
Who: B1: Closed to Neal and residents; A4: open to B1 and those who wish to poke their heads in because socializing and open doors
When: Early September--on a Sunday and then the following Wednesday. Why the following Wednesday? Idk man I just picked something.
Where: B1 on Sunday, and A4 on Wednesday IG???
Summary: Meredith invited Neal to visit, and Neal suggested making it a mingle for both apartments. Then Malcolm invited Neal over and Neal decided to do a solo trial run or something like that.
Warnings: Not at the moment.except possibly meredith giving neal a shovel talk
B1 - SUNDAY
Okay, well, he meant to make it simple. But then he got carried away, because that's who he is as a person. So here is Neal managing two coolers, one slightly smaller than the other. He has to set one down in order to knock on the door.
The coolers themselves contain tiny servings of about a dozen different dishes, from tiny seasoned steak slices of varying doneness to little onigiri stuffed with lightly salted salmon. If it's stupidly elaborate, feel free to assume there is some dressed-down (read: locally available) version available in miniature.
The other cooler has small bottles of cheap wine and those little paper cups that barely hold a mouthful. He sets the wines with the foods that pair best.
Look this is who he is as a person, okay? At least he's dressed normally--turquoise sweater, close-cut jeans.
[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]
B1/A4/Passerby - FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY
Okay, so the tiny food was a bit much. Only God can judge him.
At least this time it's a plain old cook-out with a grill on the patio of A4. Yes, the grill items include salmon, chicken, and... tofu in several marinades including citrus-chipotle.
Only God can judge him.
There's also a spread of perfectly ordinary salad-shaped objects and tiny pickles et cetera inside on the kitchen counter.
[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]
When: Early September--on a Sunday and then the following Wednesday. Why the following Wednesday? Idk man I just picked something.
Where: B1 on Sunday, and A4 on Wednesday IG???
Summary: Meredith invited Neal to visit, and Neal suggested making it a mingle for both apartments. Then Malcolm invited Neal over and Neal decided to do a solo trial run or something like that.
Warnings: Not at the moment.
B1 - SUNDAY
Okay, well, he meant to make it simple. But then he got carried away, because that's who he is as a person. So here is Neal managing two coolers, one slightly smaller than the other. He has to set one down in order to knock on the door.
The coolers themselves contain tiny servings of about a dozen different dishes, from tiny seasoned steak slices of varying doneness to little onigiri stuffed with lightly salted salmon. If it's stupidly elaborate, feel free to assume there is some dressed-down (read: locally available) version available in miniature.
The other cooler has small bottles of cheap wine and those little paper cups that barely hold a mouthful. He sets the wines with the foods that pair best.
Look this is who he is as a person, okay? At least he's dressed normally--turquoise sweater, close-cut jeans.
[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]
B1/A4/Passerby - FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY
Okay, so the tiny food was a bit much. Only God can judge him.
At least this time it's a plain old cook-out with a grill on the patio of A4. Yes, the grill items include salmon, chicken, and... tofu in several marinades including citrus-chipotle.
Only God can judge him.
There's also a spread of perfectly ordinary salad-shaped objects and tiny pickles et cetera inside on the kitchen counter.
[ SUPPLY ACTIVITIES AS YOU WISH, both with Neal and each other. ]
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There's a lot of factors at play. Haunted tunes, magic mirrors, hallucinations, possession, exhaustion, drugs, loneliness, existential crises. You name it.
"So, um. You're here for...?" Malcolm? Meredith? Tim?
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"Dinner," he says innocently, sipping from his glass of terrible wine as though he's simply enjoying it.
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"Meredith and Malcolm both invited me over, separately. I met Meredith and then I met Malcolm."
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"Guess you're a popular guy."
It makes sense, the way Neal tells it. Meredith and Malcolm would probably get along with the well-dressed, smart, sophisticated type who looks like he's successfully held down at least one job.
And then here's Jeff, roving dumpster gremlin in secondhand clothes, barging in on their fancy dinner party with a stupid movie that's apparently not even worth a handjob.
(He might be experiencing a teeny tiny twinge of self consciousness now.)
"They're, um, good people. Good friends to have."
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Neal might never have been as open of a disaster as Jeff, but he can't help the little twist of nostalgic affection at the awkwardness of that age. "They seem like it. Have you been here long?"
Small talk, yeah, but hopefully a gateway to something more interesting.
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Officially, according to his ADI-issued state ID, he's 19. Such bullshit.
Anyway. He's rambling. It's definitely awkwardness that has him doing it, fueled by that same weird burst of self consciousness Neal's bringing out in him just by, well, being.
"So. Uh. Long enough know my way around here, I guess."
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It's a kind of peace offering. As is what Neal says next.
"I'm still... pretty overwhelmed by it all, if I'm honest."
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And then he nods, and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's... It'd be kind of fucked up if you weren't."
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