[OPEN] Avengers Assemble

[socialbutterfly]

Characters: Members of SEES, new and old, as well as anyone who wants to stop by.
Location: SEES HQ, sort of under minor renovations.
Rating: I want a clean fight, guys.
Time: Dinner-time/Evening
Description: SEES has been without leadership for a while, so it's time to talk about that and other things. Over dinner.
Further Reading: OOC Post 1, OOC Post 2, Network Post 1

The SEES HQ is a humble, unadorned office in the process of renovation. There is scaffolding on the outside (really a continuation of the arcade expansion happening next door) and buckets of paint on the floor inside, stored until needed.

The arrangement of desks in the middle and chairs along the outside give it an almost conference room feeling, except that each seat has a dinner setting of plate and utensils (and chopsticks), and the middle of the table is covered in Kanji's generous dinner spread.

((Action or Log, your choice. Just have fun and let's talk about some baskets.))

Comments

Opennnn.

[topgun_textiles]

[That he was. He tried his hardest to make enough for 20 people like he promised, but considering Minato the bigger eaters that may arrive or are standing at the door with their hands in their pockets, it was more like 15. He didn't really consider that number, a little too preoccupied in just getting everything on the table ready to roll.]

[shiromadoushi]

Luckily, one person had also brought baked goods and was approaching with a large pastry box. He still had no idea much about club activities to figure if you brought something or they did, so had gone by the usual rules of visiting, multiplied out for a large group.

Meaning he'd made a good 40 anpan earlier. Only 30 were in the box, however. There was no way he could have gotten away with baking without putting some aside...

He shifts the box to one arm to give a small wave. "I brought some snacks, where should I put then?" he called.

[topgun_textiles]

"Put it wherever. I don't give a shit," he answered distractedly, pulling off covers and crushing tinfoil into a ball in his hands to be disposed of once he finished.

He glanced over in the direction of the voice, then off to find some kind of space to put that box. There was a space over with the desserts.

[bookpapers]

[And Lavi drifts toward the table, suddenly reminded that he skipped breakfast this morning. Unfortunately he's probably in Kanji's way!]

Woah, this looks great. [good thing he didn't invite Allen! poor guy would probably eat this all for himself]

[topgun_textiles]

Yeah well, you can eat when I'm done puttin' it all on the table. Move your ass!

[Because this tray was unwieldy as hell. You're right in front of where he needed to be!]

[bookpapers]

[Smoothly steps to the side, grinning, except now he's peering at the tray Kanji's holding.]

Did you make all of that?

[topgun_textiles]

I did. [In a very 'got a problem with that?' tone as he set the tray down and started moving this and that, making room for another before he looked back and checked his progress. Did he have room for those last ones...?]

[bookpapers]

[He whistles in appreciation.]

Need any help in setting up?

[topgun_textiles]

Huh? [He furrowed a brow. Another pair of hands would get this all finished up...]

A'right, I guess. The stuff on that table's the last of it. Put 'em wherever it makes sense, yeah?

[More tinfoil balled up to toss. He knows Minato told him the rest would just be leftovers, but...]

[bookpapers]

Sure thing. [He'll start moving the trays nearest to him.] So are you a newbie here?

[topgun_textiles]

Been here two months. Who you callin' a newbie?

[bookpapers]

My bad. [cheerfully!!] I've only been here for a week and I'm still getting mixed up with everyone. I'm Lavi, by the way.

[topgun_textiles]

Can't tell how long anybody's been here, right? I got here 'bout a week after New Year's.

...Kanji.

[bookpapers]

Damn, now that's a while. [Which made him an important part of Lavi's 'must question about everything' list.] So Kanji, you've been to these meetings before?

[pishirogane]

[Naoto's attempting to do the mundane of mundane and straighten the damn table. They always appear to be crooked to her. Still, once the food's down, there's something off... She starts fixing the plates instead.]

[topgun_textiles]

[Weird... he didn't remember the tablecloth looking so neat here. Or the platters, for that matter. He just kind of sorted the entrees together, the side-dishes together, and the desserts together.]

[He looked up. Who...]

Uh--

[He pointedly looked ahead at the spread.]

I-I got it, don't worry about it!

[pishirogane]

[Still fixing]

You've done enough work preparing this last minute. I can manage arranging something right now.

[Seriously, Minato didn't let her arrange the meeting...]

[topgun_textiles]

... [And really he was just too tired to argue. He'd been up most of the night doing something she'd tan his hide for.]

A'right, fine, but be careful. Summa these trays're hot. [He had to slap away more than a couple of hands, and it wasn't just to keep people from digging in too early.]

Er, what about that one there? Should it stay there, or...?

[He looked near the other end of the spread. There was space there, but it'd be edging in on the space of whoever chooses to sit there.]

[pishirogane]

[She would most definitely. Kanji...]

I noticed. [Naoto's wearing her working gloves]

Hm... It's lacking without anything present, but it would be encroaching on whoever sits there. Perhaps we could just move the seat instead... but...

[She examines the room again.]

[topgun_textiles]

Yeah, I was just thinkin' that. Uh... [He stood back, scratched his head, and tried to think up another option.]

...Shit. Did I make too much?

[pishirogane]

Hm? No, this should be enough. [Considering her Meister's black hole of a gut.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He didn't doubt that everything on this table would be eaten, but... maybe he did go a little overboard.]

I was kinda hopin' for a bigger crowd... maybe they're all just a little late. [Says the kid with the lovely attendance record.]

[pishirogane]

... It's a possibility.

[She looks over at him] Did you stay up all night preparing this?

[topgun_textiles]

[Keywords.]

Uh, s-some of it asked for some serious prep beforehand...

[pishirogane]

Kanji-kun...

[She sighs] Should you prepare food like this again in the future, I will have to do something about it. [Both you and Minato...]