open action post • discussing weaponry / eating and chatting depending on why you're here :')

[abidan]

Who: Aeron and Emery and YOU GUYS! Mingle with one another!
Where: Aeron and Em's flat. (Click for layout)
What: Emery using Aeron's suggestion of a weapons inventory discussion as a thinly veiled excuse for a party.
When: Friday evening from 6pm.

[ Despite Aeron's sulking (and his general disdain with regards to fighting violence with violence), Emery has really put his all into making Friday evening a success. It'll be good for him, he's sure of it, not only for his presence on the network but for his social confidence, although right now he's doing a very good job of skulking around in his bedroom. Once or twice Emery's seen him slip out to pick a the snacks— ]

These aren't for you, Penning.

[ He smacks the back of Aeron's hand as he reaches for the platter of mini-scones. Oh yes. Emery can't cook all that well, but he's a dab hand when it comes to baking. There's a selection ranging from glace cherry sweet to spinach and ricotta savoury, all of them lovingly prepared over the course of the afternoon. ]

They're for our guests. Who'll be here soon, hopefully, so. Just. Try to look like you don't hate me?

[ He grins lop-sidedly before whisking the tray away to set it on the coffee table with the others. There's a dish of butter, bottles of soft drinks, and a couple of jugs of ice water floating around, as well as a few more trays decked with finger foods like shareable breads, vegetable sticks, hummus, olives, crisps and dips.

Oh, the dips. ]

And put the kettle on!

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LIVING ROOM • CASUAL MINGLING

[abidan]

[espigeonage]

[Julien brings with him an air of effortless, happy confidence, the sense that he's genuinely happy to see you there whoever "you" is, and a sizeable bag of salted white popcorn. It's of course best to greet the host(s) early.]

Re: LIVING ROOM • CASUAL MINGLING

[entertainaplanb]

[Really, Becky could do with a good mingle. And she had a large lunch, so noshing her way through this won't be a problem.

She's got a plate of scones and a glass of pop - sorry, a year on the East Coast isn't enough to convince her it should be 'soda' - and while she's keeping an eye out for the hosts, she's open to other interruptions.]

LIVING ROOM • WEAPONS DISCUSSION

[abidan]

[elfstoned]

"The last time a man offered us a stockpile of weapons," Aaron said, "they were placed in the hands of any who wanted to use them. Children, students, people who had never even held a gun before, and only cursory instruction was given on the night of the mission. We were lucky then in that there were no accidents, but there's no guarantee we'll be so fortunate again."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "If we're amassing an armory, I say it should be regulated. Weapons should only be given to those who can use them safely. If they don't already know their way around the weapon in question, they should be taught first."

[entertainaplanb]

"I'm all for safety on this," Becky says, "but those of us who... either haven't handled weapons before or are very rusty, depending on how you look at it, need somewhere to practice. I know there was talk of somewhere for people to practice with blades, but - is there some kind of firing range available?"

It's been eating at her since she saw that thing outside the grocery, since it's one thing to have faith you wouldn't hit someone you don't mean to, but quite another to have practice you remember doing under your belt. Since she doesn't actually own a gun it's been a moot point anyway, but since this discussion's happening...

KITCHEN

[abidan]

[ Kinda cramped in here, guys, but you're welcome to replenish your drinks / sit on the counters and chat! ]

EM'S ROOM

[abidan]

[ Best room in the flat, obviously. It's where the folk music and colourful drapes and endless clutter of art supplies lives, and it's also where to be if you're bored of the weapons discussion! Sprawl on the bed, sit on the floor, poke at his stuff (lots of flowering plants and Celtic oddities), play with the pastels. His casa is your casa. ]

[moarnomsplz]

[Alex told Emery he didn't have any weapons, and that's kind of not true anymore. But he was thinking of something like, he didn't really know, a baseball bat or a cool sword or something. A freaky bladed tail he can only halfway control? Not the kind of thing he had in mind. At least it had gone away, unlike the repeating-sounds thing.

He doesn't really want to think about any of that right now. They might supposedly be here to talk about arming themselves, and sure, the need to do that's more obvious than ever, but really? Alex just wants to hang out with people who know he's not crazy.

So he wanders off, into a room full of interesting stuff, and is looking at all the art supplies while trying not to be too nosy.]