savetheearth | town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

Ever the gracious host, Mister Price has gifted the meeting with food platters. Eat and be merry before diving into serious discussion, or maybe wait impatiently for the actual discussion to begin!

It is as someone is mentioning the idea of killing the alien that one David Proud interrupts.

"The snakes are done when No One dies."

Proud's voice is projected and matter-of-fact. He stays off to the side of the meeting, looking into it dead-on.

"I built them for protection. No One's the enemy. When their job's done, or if they don't have a job anymore, they explode."

Well, that presents a bit of a problem there. Nevertheless, Toushirou is glad that he had something logical to distract his mind with, rather than all the emotional crap he's had to deal with for the past couple of weeks.

"Then we'd need them all to be in a place that won't cause any casualties."

He's mostly just picking at things, really. He's not the most social type even on his best days, but instead of his usual borderline apathy or mild irritation, Toushirou looks rather sombre. He's . . . had a lot to deal with this past while.

He'd practically jumped at the invite to come and discuss how to deal with the whole alien at the farmhouse thing -- for distraction more than anything else. He needs something practical and useful on his mind. Not . . . everything else.

So there's some impatient pacing on his part, even if other signs of tension may not be visible. They need to just get this started so that he can focus on something else for a change.

"And stay there."

Any challenge to it isn't overt. He's keeping a fine static poker face.

Xander arrived with a plastic, throw-away container filled with various flavored strudels and a ingredients list on the inside. You never knew who was allergic to what now-a-days and being cautious wasn't a bad thing. He places it down on the table with the other food and has a brief struggle with opening it. Hopefully it looked inviting to anyone who wanted them.

Once he was done with that, he pulls away from the table and makes sure to keep his recovering arm out of anyone's way. It was mostly hidden beneath the jacket he was wearing and resting inside of a sling. He was going to get himself a drink and find a wall to lean against, to observe everyone else.

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Lily had come of her own choice, and without really... speaking to much of anyone on it. But it felt necessary. She needed to know about things, not just for Jasmine's sake, but for everyone's. So it wasn't just Cure Moonlight's memories she had to seek.

What was happening then and there was far more important, and this alien business was certainly towards the top of the list of "most concerning" elements.

Yet having come basically on her own, she now sees a lot of people she doesn't know. Some that she does. But no one as of yet she's terribly close to, and thus... she tries her best not to stick out like a sore thumb.

Of the few Echoes Angeline had thus far received, 'useful' was not a word that applied to any of them. Still, she found herself rushing from the end of her shift to make it to the meeting on time by bus. She certainly had no intentions of involving herself in whatever plan may arise, but thought it wise to nonetheless 'keep up'.

The sight of the food table has her stomach rumbling in anticipation. Not wanting to seem too eager, she takes only one sandwich and goes off to the side to eat it at a decent pace (as opposed to scarf it down like she dearly wants to).

Alas, her stomach demands more food, and so Angeline meekly enters the food-line for a second time and hopes no one realizes she's done so. She snags a few baby carrots and a couple of strudels because they're the first two platters and she must not stay at the table for long lest she increase her risk of someone recognizing her as a return(!).

She then darts out of the line. In her haste, she bumps into someone passing by and automatically squeaks, "Sorry!" as a carrot and a strudel topple off the Styrofoam plate and onto the floor.

RIP carrot and strudel. We hardly knew ye.

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Well, at any rate, this did make one person Lily recognizes on sight. She doesn't speak up towards him at first, but eventually...

"Careful you don't wear a groove in the floor pacing."

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Toushirou is familiar with a fair number of the faces here, having pretty much thrown himself into involvement almost since day one. People hadn't liked it then, and most of them probably still don't. But it's at least recognized now that he has ability, that he can be an asset to a team going in on something like this.

He looks up at the familiar voice, and stops in his pacing. Honestly, he hadn't even realized he'd been doing it. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I should stop."

Considering his prickliness the first time they'd spoken, the lack of inflection in his voice might seem odd.

Lily just sort of frowns a bit. She, on the other hand, is still pretty new to all of this. In a way, she'd realized that even after she'd accepted the Network the previous month, there was still apart of her that was hiding as much as she had been originally. Saying she couldn't do this or that, how ever could she protect her family from such unknown dangers...

All the while people were still acting. Some even without powers of any sort. Or others acting for the greater good in ways those powers didn't matter at the time.

She brushes her hair back a bit and smiles slightly.

"Well, at least you're not busy adjusting the dinner ware just right, or anything."

That's a terrible ice breaker to a conversation, Lily.

Anthony has spent a pleasant small handful of days out and about and fully alive, and as pleasant as those days were to have, dying of burning magical flash-decomposition from the outside in at its conclusion wasn't - much as he'd been braced for it to happen at all the timing had caught him by surprise, still good and jarred, keeping up being in the company of other people with license to leave any sort of guard down seemed more than welcome even beyond the fact that this was a meeting toward a mission.

He's keeping a tad off to the side, however. Not with his hood up, this time - looks more ominous than less where he is, he thinks, but slouched. Not shrinking, exactly - just making the most of some relative quiet, let his racked nerves rest, skimming over the others present with one eye and one socket housing a small red something in the back of it.

Jerking his head a tad quickly or skimming a hint more intently at traces of dissonant sound in his brain - he's gotten as used as he can be to the occasional bouts of hearing things by now but to be certain.

Bakura's not really mingling so much as just... there. Hanging around the outskirts of things, expression oddly serious. This was something big, bigger than the subway searching he had planned. And a lot more could go wrong. And the longer he was involved in things the more people there were in it that he actually liked and didn't want to see hurt.

He's not even bothering with the snacks, just leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the room.

"Hey," Bakura greeted, voice soft. There was no need to ask about the reverting back, it was pretty clear that Anthony had.

"Wouldn't it be smarter -"

Yes. Octavia is talking about what would be smart. Bear with her.

"- if we like. Personally disposed of the statues first? Before going to break the alien's freaky-freak freakface in? Assuming there're only a few left or whatever. I mean it's the most surefire way to make sure we know they're taken care of, right?"

"Aren't most of them in the subway tunnels anyway?" Neku's pretty sure all the ones not in the subway have been gotten rid of, but. "If we see any out of there, then yeah, we should get rid of them before getting the alien, but otherwise I'm not sure we should be spending a huge hunk of time hunting down all of them." He looks at Proud, not entirely expecting an answer, but it's worth a try. "Do you know how many of them are left?"

... Yeah, that really is. Perhaps fortunately, he's not in the mood to get angry or anything right now. But unfortunately, lousy conversation starters with someone who's lousy at conversation himself don't get that far, either.

"Yeah, I guess."

She brushes a hand back through her hair, completely realizing how stupid that sounded. She lets out a small breath, before cocking her head to one side.

"Have you ever dealt with any of this stuff they're talking about personally?" she asks, and then adds. "I mean... have you seen any of it? Face to face?"

He just shrugs. "Yeah, a few times."

Or more than a few. He's involved himself on as many expeditions as he could slip away for. Even back at the beginning, when all he could do was generate some frost. Which might not have been the smartest thing, but he'd been gaining abilities pretty steadily since then.

He receives an answer. It's an absent "Nuh-uh", either lazy or distracted, and his eyes avert. It almost looks like a roll.

She frowns.

And he was even younger than she was, considerably in fact. Yet she'd spent the last month just... worrying, mostly.

She pursues her lips for a moment, and then sighs.

"Anything I need to be ready for, then?" she asks, and casts her eyes at the individuals around the room. "Not that I'm in a position yet to exactly go hunting down an alien, but..."

Eat, William will. At some point.

He's got a respectable amount of food on his plate. For now he's not touching any of it - lingering against the wall by the food table, always a good position from which to scout ahead before mingling, so to speak, and doing just that. Looking over the group, seeing who he can place from what he's seen of the network and taking it as a sampling of the types involved - about as little rhyme or reason evident in person as through numbers.

Looks over at someone breaking into enough of a radius for conversation and offers a "So..

"What's the plan, so far? 'Scuse me, I'm new, all I understand is that our alien antagonist should be behind a secret door in this farmhouse of ours."

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As Elian is certain that good food can ligthen even the most serious of moods...

"Is the food all right?"

Have a friendly old man, Toushirou. Who has asked how you are in his own little way.

There are also a number of sodas and water bottles, which Elian is doublechecking the supply of right now. Nothing alcoholic - there's children about, after all, and heaven forbid he help with underage drinking.

Once he's done with ensuring that there's plenty of drinks, he'll doublecheck the food. Having rarely so much as stepped outside since his incident with the Blood Keys, Elian is treating this practically as a party, and is determined to have it go well.

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