Wednesday Group Lunch

[latinumsbetter]

[Sometime mid-morning on Wednesday, the Eatery and Kitchen will suddenly be bustling with activity. First, the sounds of cookery start to trickle out into the hall, quickly followed by some delicious smells. If one peeks in, they might see Lebkuchen kneading dough while Cerejiera gives her some instructions on modern oven use. There are others chopping vegetables, and some point Ranma’s cooking something on the stove. Soon enough, food starts to come out and fill the table. Fresh bread and soup, various other dishes, as well as apfelstreudel and lebkuchen for dessert. To drink, there’s coffee (Vanity) and tea (Sayo) and some kind of fruity, delicious punch that combines peaches, grenadine and something almond-y, reminiscent of something familiar to at least one of you. At the same time, the table starts to be set up, plates and cups levatating through the air with alicorn magic while Aoi has been trusted with…the napkins. Once the table is mostly set, runners are sent out to invite (or strongly encourage, if needed) those missing to a lunch in the Eatery. Which is now for sure 100% safe from Rube Goldberg-esque accidents, courtesy of Alex.

So come in! Grab a seat, a drink, and some food. Time to get to know each other a little better.]


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[literarybehemoth]

Well. I am Mikhail Sergeeyvich Manulov.

[...he brought several cushions upon which to loaf so he could actually be seen instead of just. being in a human-sized chair and maybe having the top of his head visible.]

I am thirty-five years of age, and I am a professor of literature. I am from a nation called Russia, which seems to be familiar to at least some of you. My divine domain is, interestingly enough, Retribution.

[...he's a little bit amused, perhaps.]

[yourheroine]

-! Kitty!

[Aoi looks absolutely delighted to hear this cat talking.]

Is everybody a talking cat where you're from?

[literarybehemoth]

[...he really wonders if he should find this more patronizing than he does. he's just kind of having fun with it.]

Well, all cats can talk, of course, but we are hardly the only species who are able to speak.

[yourheroine]

Whoa...cats from Aoi's world just meow.

[Enamored, Aoi crouches down to talk to Mikhail at his level.]

You're a professor too? So a really smart cat!

[literarybehemoth]

Perhaps it is simply a mutually unintelligible language.

But yes, I am a thinker of some considerable influence where I am from. Not as much as I would like, granted, but I am still comparatively young for a professor.

[yourheroine]

Oh! Aoi bought a cat book that said something like that! They meow to talk to us.

Boop boop...you get more influence the longer you're a professor? What's there to influence? Aoi's only ever been to high school.

[literarybehemoth]

Indeed. I suppose the question is whether or not that meowing conveys complex thought. Bees communicate through dancing, but how complex are the thoughts they convey?

...And it does tend to be possible. You become more recognized and have more opportunities to publish, for one.

[necromants]

"Retribution" certainly is an interesting domain to have! Any idea why that one was chosen for you?

[literarybehemoth]

Well, I do not suffer people who do not take my classes seriously. Perhaps a strange domain, but it is necessary on some level.

[necromants]

Do you think so?

[Hmm, he's never really thought about whether it's necessary or not.]

[literarybehemoth]

If there are no consequences for some sort of bad action, how will anyone learn?

[necromants]

Hah, I suppose there's truth in that! Most people will learn after a slap on the wrist, after all.

[...He can practically hear Lorraine's voice with that exact same sentiment.]

[literarybehemoth]

Most people. There are some who persist... and those people either end up in worse trouble or at the top of the world.

[murchada]

[k......kbity.........]

That's... an interesting one. Um. Nice to meet you... Professor.

[literarybehemoth]

It is nice to meet you as well.

...

For what it is worth, I think I have gotten the full gamut of reactions at this point...

[murchada]

Ah... honestly, I feel like everything's so weird already, that "talking cat" shouldn't even be noteworthy anymore.

...It's been a strange few days.

[literarybehemoth]

Well, imagine how I feel when I am suddenly surrounded by an unknown species.

...

So I get it, truly. From a different angle, perhaps, but I understand.

[murchada]

It's culture shock from both sides, then. Actually, that does make me feel a little better...

[literarybehemoth]

Indeed. Honestly, with all the possibilities out there, I am surprised we are dealing with less of that then we could...

[markofnobility]

Oh, a Professor! I should not be surprised after our last conversation.

[He had a very teacherly air]

[literarybehemoth]

It is a bit difficult for me to turn off. Perhaps I have simply dedicated too much time to it.

[catsgothistongue]

[Pointedly averting his gaze from the kitty throughout this whole meeting. Sorry prof. it's nothing personal.

wait, no, it is]