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

[abrightboy]

“Horror movies are good for watching with a group of friends,” he tells her, and it’s not really an answer to her question, but she’s lost him to a psychology tangent now. “The frights are almost like a trauma-bonding exercise. Studies show people feel closer after watching one together.”

[retisense]

Well, that's an interesting tangent. She'd hate to hear what he'd think of her if he knew her whole history.

"Trauma-bonding, really? Huh, that's interesting. How do you know that? Were you a psych major or something?"

[abrightboy]

“Yes. At Harvard. And then Quantico,” he replies.

[retisense]

"Whoa, that's some serious chops you've got there, Malcolm." she says, her voice genuinely impressed, "So what did you do for a living?"

[abrightboy]

"I was an FBI profiler for ten years. I specialized in serial murders. Then I was working as a consultant on homicides for the NYPD before I was brought here," he explains.

[retisense]

"Oh wow, now that is one of those objectively cool jobs, unlike architect."

She shoves her hands into her pockets, shaking her head a little in obvious admiration.

[abrightboy]

He smiles at his shoes, then looks at her.

“No, architecture is definitely cool. I live in New York and architecture impresses me every day.”

[retisense]

"Well, I can pretty much guarantee I don't do anything that cool, but it is a lot of fun. At least for architecture nerds. I can uh, show you some of my drawings sometime if you like."

[abrightboy]

"I'd like that," he tells her sincerely.

[retisense]

"You uh, you wanna go look now? Or are you really attached to this party?"