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

[henchgal]

"It's still polite to ensure you're bringing something for everyone, when you show up for a party, and I'm sorry I didn't."

Her smile is warm. "How are you getting along with your roommates?"

[twistedbones]

"It's been...fine?" he tries, immediately finding himself at a loss the moment he has to make any kind of small talk. "I'm afraid I'm used to keeping to myself."

[henchgal]

"In a place like this, that could be dangerous. We're all going to need to be able to rely on one another in order to get by, in the long term. Besides, Neal at least is the sort of guy you can learn a lot from, just by hanging out. I don't really know your other roommate yet, though."

Meredith sets her cane down, leaning forward onto the counter.

[twistedbones]

"Three hundred years of habit is hard to break," Thackery points out gently. With Meredith apparently settling in for this conversation he sits, primly wrapping his tail around his paws. "But...you're not wrong."

[henchgal]

"...what the fuck, you're that old?" Not that it's the weirdest thing she's heard here, not by a long shot, but it is weird.

"Okay, okay, yeah that's a lot of time to be used to being independent."

cw suicidal ideation

[twistedbones]

"That's the part that's weird?" laughs Thackery. "It's black magic. A curse. It wouldn't be anything so nice as being allowed to die once I'd lived out a lifetime in this form."