(Open Log) You gotta know when to hold 'em

[bindlestifflost]

Who: George Milton, Nick Valentine, and anybody who shows up
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.



Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.

They read:
Cards and Beer
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.

The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.

George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.

((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))

Comments

[whisperedone]

He'd only had a couple drinks himself, but his alertness isn't nearly as sharp or keyed in while he's not looking for trouble. He's always passively listening to his environment simply to move through it, but with the quiet crunch of their shoes and Jaeger's breath and movements the majority of his surroundings, there's little else to take his attention.

"Morale will suffer intensely if there is only the one focus to be had, breaks and diversions of attention are necessary. Fun is necessary...and yet hard to force. George is a good man for helping to arrange this." Even Garner's community back home had encouraged the remnants to find what fun and release of tension they could, a clouded mind did not serve The Whispered One well. Fighting against things in the darkness was really no different in that regard.

"We, of course, cannot fully depend on him or any one person to provide such distractions, or the times they themselves need distracting may go unnoticed."

[bloodalwaystells]

Jaeger nods, almost absently. He was used to seeing to his own needs, and not concerning himself with social things, but, morale was important and he knew others that thrived on contact far more than he did.

And hell, sometimes even he got a little lonely, a little too lost in his own thoughts. Even just standing in a quiet corner watching others have a good time was...relaxing, in its own weird sort of way. Not quite social, not really, but something.

Maybe it was just reassuring to know that they could still have a good time, and occasionally forget everything else. Whether it be their own burdens, or the overall exhaustion that this place instilled with its general wear.

"It's good of people to step forward and do what they can, because I know some of us are better at it than others." There's no accusation in that: he knows his own limitations. "I mean, I could throw a party I'm sure, but it wouldn't be anything particularly creative or novel." A quirk of a smile goes with that, a shake of his head. His wife had always been the one to do the planning on those matters.

"I know some people aren't particularly fond of living on ADI property, but on the other hand, I do think there's something to be said for a sense of community. Day to day interactions, knowing simple things like how someone takes their coffee or when they like to work out." A quiet chuckle follows that last, because he certainly felt like Garner had been a lucky random interaction. Something worth cultivating, someone whose company he appreciated. That was rare for Jaeger, and he valued it.

[whisperedone]

His smile spreads a little brighter. "Yes, the latter can prove very useful." It was, however, how he'd run into Jaeger. He would have missed knowing there was someone he was comfortable simply enjoying quiet with otherwise.

Sometimes it was overwhelming: the thought that there were people all around him he barely knew existed, perfect strangers he couldn't even recognize as people he lived near and worked with every day simply because he hadn't yet spoken with them and learned their names. True, there were some whose voices he knew, but if they were more quiet as Jaeger was, Garner might never know they were there.

Floating alone through the rest of his life was...too much sometimes. He tried not to dwell, however. More than likely, he would find his life not so long after all and then it wouldn't be a question any longer, better to enjoy those he bumped into or had the privilege to seek out while he could.

"I'm sure there's things here they're not telling us. All large organizations are like that. It's entirely possible they're using us more than they're letting on, but it might be kinder that they're hiding it. I don't know. I don't know that I care, there's a job to be done and monsters to stop from hurting people. ADI is helping and the community it offers here is...pleasant. I know how to hunt alone, but I think, having been through both, I prefer to have the company and the friends."

There's a pause and he chuckles. "Perhaps I should host a party, but leave all the lights off. See how long it takes for someone to stub a toe."