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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Awkward Chaperone is Awkward

[bye_to_yer_head]

*BEHOLD, the most awkward looking man in the history of any dance ever.

Sniper got guilt tripped into coming to this so that Miss Pauling can spy get to know more people and not look strange being here by herself. Doesn't mean that Snipes here isn't regretting EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF THIS. He's discovered the punch is spiked though, so he's just gonna.. hang out there for a while.

He's wearing a dark blue suit and actually looks rather handsome, but he feels totally ridiculous so he'll be more grouchy than usual. Come say hello. And feel free to make fun of him.*

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.)

Oh, yeah - very chatty

[ooeeooahah]

[ Interesting evasion... wonder how political this outfit could be. ]

[ Ilsa stops short of having her babble, but the friendly tone of the event helps a little. ]

Hm, most of them seem to just be following orders.

Got it. Let the chatting begin. If I'm not making her chat enough, let me know.

[prpl_assistant]

Well, we all follow orders back home. Our employer is pretty strict, after all. There are company procedures and policies that need to be followed.