HOMECOMING! where i post with Theo since he's not coming.

[sanctusdei]

Who: Everyone who feels like it!
When: Friday, Oct. 14, starting at 7PM
Where: Mayfield Rec Center. Let the drones have their party at the school.
What: A grand American tradition, Mayfield homecoming!
Warnings: Underage drinking. Pranks a-plenty. Spiked punch x1000. Also the Major is coming.

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[ooeeooahah]

[ That glare is a cue for a nosy neighbor to arrive with a pitcher from the table. Refilling their cups with more questionable punch, Ilsa does a horrible thing. ]

[ She asks an innocent question. ]

So, how is the night going for you both? Interesting choice of date venue.

Is it Ilsa-->Miss Pauling-->BLU Sniper now?

[prpl_assistant]

(Yeap, the night has officially turned into the most awkward night of her life. Miss Pauling's just going to turn really red again and stutter a bit, because she really didn't expect anyone to catch her and the Sniper together. Thank God that as far as she knew, the BLU Spy was droned and the RED Spy was still sulking about the RED Sniper to make an appearance.)

Umm...it's...not REALLY a date. We're, umm, just going as friends, right Sniper?

Sure!

[bye_to_yer_head]

*You are talking to the champion of line-facing here. So have some more of that.*

It's not a date.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

[ooeeooahah]

Mmhmm. Of course.

[ She's convinced there's another story here. Lots of people came to the dance alone.... ]

Not that there's a problem with it being a date, surely?

[ What is it about denial that made Ilsa dig her heels in and push? ]

[prpl_assistant]

No! There's not problem at all! I mean, we're not ON a date, but, that is to say, he's not a bad da-I mean, he'd make a good date, if he WAS on a date. But he's not at the moment. And neither am I. We're just...friends.

(Ilsa, feel free to notice how uncomfortable she is. She's a mixture of no this is bad, this is so uncomfortable, SORRY SNIPER...

...and maybe, a tiny lil, "Yay, someone thinks I'm actually on a date!!")

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper is just going to stare in disbelief at the both of them. He is so tempted to leave right now.*

She's technically my boss, it'd be roight unprofessional 'f us.

*Yeah, that's the problem. Job standards.*

[ooeeooahah]

I... see. [ That smirk is not quite hidden, but it's gone in a flash. ]

Though, this isn't quite the same, considering how far from home we all are.

[prpl_assistant]

(Miss Pauling's just relieved for the topic change.)

Ah well...at least we still have a Homecoming to go to. Are you enjoying yourself, Dr Ilsa?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That don't change anything.

*He's gonna just ... get another drink.*

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa watches him go, then turns to Miss Pauling. ]

That's not the team member you're assigned to live with, is he?

[prpl_assistant]

(She watches him head off, feeling very sorry for him and trying to think up ways to make up for this later.)

No, he isn't. But he's a work colleague all the same.

[ooeeooahah]

Ah?

[ Now this is intriguing, because the teams aren't always cooperative. Ilsa spins out a thread of "chatty" for Miss Pauling, perhaps leaning a bit on the dubious punch. ]

Not many of them talk much about the place they came from.

Guessing since the Sniper walked off, it's now Ilsa-->Miss P?

[prpl_assistant]

(She hasn't had much of the punch yet. And while she will talk more, she's still very careful with what she says.)

You mean, our world? There's not really much to talk about it; it seems roughly around the same as some of the other worlds I've seen here. And most of the mercenaries tend to keep their identities secret anyway. For example, the Spies are very careful with their masks.

Until he thinks it's safe to come back? :D

[ooeeooahah]

You know, I'm not even sure I know why the teams are there, why they were assembled.

[ Ilsa seems distracted, watching the dance floor, but she's concentrating on Miss P's reactions, seeing where and how to lean. ]

He's gonna go.. drink all the punch. Okay, not all of it. But most of it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper is currently evaluating all the exits for possible escape routes as he gets something else to drink.

Which currently tastes like it probably has enough alcohol to be a long island iced tea. You guys have a little while before he talks himself into coming back and not running away from his problems.*

OK! BTW, assuming that she's still projecting a talkative mood?

[prpl_assistant]

Well, if the teams didn't tell you, then I don't think it's my place to. Maybe if you asked the BLU Pyro instead? After all, I actually don't really work with them; we just happen to have the same employer.

(There isn't any change in her outward appearance, nor is there much change in how she's feeling. Apparently, she's been asked this question a lot.)