log - too tired for title whee - closed to B1 and A4, open to those likely to wander by

[conning]

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. ]

Comments

[conning]

"I have a very broad interest in modernist architecture." God, this is fun. He's missed it, the crooked conversational lines, information shared without the possibility of incrimination. Yeah, he gets a little bit of it when he works with Paris's less-than-savory side, but it's basic enough to be boring, the scripts all familiar exchanges made by necessity.

He shifts a few of the grill-objects to a plate on the little patio table. "Given my background and consultation work, I was thinking of making a bid for a position on security."

[henchgal]

“Be mindful if you do. Some of the others I’ve seen working security are tougher, rougher or more noticeably dangerous. I think I’d particularly hate to get on the wrong sides of Jaeger and Winter.”

But she’s been very good at staying on the good sides of both those gentlemen, herself.

[conning]

"Jaeger I've met, Winter I haven't." He makes a mental note to fix that as soon as possible. "We've got quite a crew here."

[henchgal]

"Winter is..." She hesitates, considering her words thoughtfully. "...a dangerous man who does not seem to have been in the practice of making decisions for himself, before coming here."

There's a bit of a gesture that accompanies that comment. Extrapolate for yourself, Mr. Caffrey.

"You're right about it being an interesting crew, though. The differences in worlds and cultures and experiences means there's a lot of chances to talk past one another if not careful. And just about everyone's got a trauma in their past. But that's true of people in all worlds, I figure."

[conning]

Not used to choosing for himself. Super. He files that away for later possible (hopefully not) use.

"Yeah. What hurts you blesses you, supposedly. Rumi was right about a lot of other things, why not that."

[henchgal]

She looks like she's about to retort, like there's something under the surface that she has to say to that which isn't kind or optimistic. But she swallows it down and shrugs.

There's no point in trying to tell people about 'what hurts you' from her point of view. There's no room to speak up about it.

"Sure, why not."

[conning]

He sees the expression on her face and winces.

"That was a stupid thing to say." Never let it be said that Neal doesn't acknowledge his interpersonal fuckups when it matters.