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

Wednesday - OTA

[twistedbones]

Thackery has a feeling that the kinds of food he could supply to this cookout would go unappreciated. He still hasn't worked out how he's meant to navigate a grocery store even with a human illusion in place, so his diet since arrival has consisted of 1.) tinned tuna and later cat food provided in the commissary at lunchtime and 2.) mice and rats he's hunted once he found a few places he can do so without drawing attention due to the aforementioned illusion.

So unlike some people, he does show up empty-handed (empty-pawed?), though "show up" might be a bit of a misnomer given that he lives here. He perches on the patio furniture to watch the cooking with interest, as well as hops up on the counter whenever he feels like helping himself to a bit of roughage from the salad layout.

"Nice day for it," he'll say with a glance at anyone who comes up to him, feeling awkward about the expectation for social interaction.

Wednesday

[abrightboy]

Malcolm watches the cat for a moment, until he speaks, which makes him smile.

"You're the talking cat. You're Neal's roommate, right?"

[twistedbones]

"No. You think?"

The sarcasm is all but reflexive, but there's little vitriol behind it. "Yeah, this is my place, too. You can call me Thackery. Or Binx. I don't care."

[abrightboy]

“I’m Malcolm,” Malcolm replies. “Malcolm Bright. I… met Neal in town. It’s nice to meet you.” He’s not sure how a handshake would be taken, so he nods instead. “How long have you been at ADI?”

[twistedbones]

Thackery sucks in a breath that comes back out as a sigh as he thinks about it. "Two, three months now? Long enough for my first two roommates to disappear under mysterious circumstances. What about you?"

[abrightboy]

“About the same,” Malcolm tells him. “Still with my original roommates, though. Meredith…” he explains, pointing her out. “And a guy called Tim.”

[twistedbones]

"Ah, yeah, I've met Meredith," muses Thackery. "Don't think I know a Tim, but I might've run into him at the circus."

[abrightboy]

“You were at the circus?” He leaned a little closer, almost conspiratorially. “Did you see the guy that set himself on fire?”

[twistedbones]

He gives his head a little shake. "No, I...apparently you can be 'trespassed' from a business if they catch you slipping under a tent wall. That was never a problem before ADI cast another spell on me to make me look human again."

[abrightboy]

"You've been human before?" Malcolm asks curiously. He's sorry if he's being gauche, but he's never met a talking cat or lived somewhere where he could know how that works.

[conning]

Neal smiles warmly at him at the comment, from where he's flipping a piece of meat on the grill.

"I thought so." He gestures with the tongs, still not sure what's rude and what's not when it comes to asking about... not-quite-human things. "Do you want it cooked, or should I leave some as-is...?"