Week Three Meeting

[latinumsbetter]

[Welcome back to the Eatery. Perhaps the mood is more somber than it was during the last meeting in here, but once again there is food and (non-alcoholic) punch to go around. Quark, Wendy and Vanity occupy the head of the table, but there’s plenty of other seats for both those that helped set up and those that didn’t. Looks like it’s time to put your heads together again and hopefully sort some things out.

Once everyone’s seated and in attendance, Quark pushes to his feet.]

Alright, we’re all pretty tired after yesterday so I’m not going to draw this out. Let’s just get started. [and he motions at Vanity, before sitting back down]


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Comments

[latinumsbetter]

Oh, c'mon. You said you couldn't control it yet. You're gonna need more work before you can pull off something like that.

[he seems way too confident about that, smug as he is]

[murchada]

Oh, just... shut up!

[and then two things happen, in sequence. first? it uh... gets a little bit hard to see around Cerejeira, as a cloud of fog appears around her.

second?

there is a tiny little raincloud. over Quark.]

[fillets]

[ golf claps........ ]

[latinumsbetter]

[lskhdfs WELL MAYBE HE SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING as he gets completely soaked in his chair, squawking]

Wh--hey! Stop that--I thought you said you couldn't control it yet!

[murchada]

Hm, sorry? Didn't you think this was funny?

[........never mind her trying to wave her own fog cloud away. this is. she meant to do this. definitely.]

[latinumsbetter]

I thought it was funny in hindsight! [his voice has gone into screech mode] Not when it was happening!

[murchada]

Then wait a day and it'll be comedy gold!

[latinumsbetter]

Sure, and in the mean time, give Alex a heart attack worrying over slippery floors! [he's folding his arms with a scowl, clearly sulking at his just desserts]

[rockymountaindie]

[ the instant all this started happening alex left to get a towel so like yeah he's predictable ]

[murchada]

Well, stand still and it'll only get wet right there.

[latinumsbetter]

If it keeps raining, then the right there will spread. [Obviously Jeira]

[murchada]

Damn, maybe you should go outside. Stand in some plants, maybe. It'll be good for them.

[latinumsbetter]

What, and have Alex follow me all the way to the garden with that bathrobe? [gestures at whatever Alex is now trying to do] Take hima wayfrom the meeting like that?

[rockymountaindie]

[ it's fine. he's back. in record time. with a fluffy bath robe. ]

—under you like a bathmat and it'll soak up the majority of the problem good as new—

[ he's sweaty. because of course he is. ]

[latinumsbetter]

[aldskhfs Alex]

It won't soak up anything if the problem does't go away.

[murchada]

[...the cloud darkens.]

[rockymountaindie]

You're right. You're right, there's gotta be something else to deter it-

[ he's going to collect as many glasses as he can to place around quark and catch the rain. a little circle of glasses.

this is stupid. ]

[latinumsbetter]

[Alex what are you doing]

You know I'm more likely to trip on your little glasses than the water on the floor, right?

[rockymountaindie]

...

[ immediately picking up each glass at the speed of panic. ]

[phototraces]

…I can just make the rain go somewhere else. I need a bucket or something…

[latinumsbetter]

That'd be better than the glasses. [the ones that are now in a circle around his chair thanks Alex]

[rockymountaindie]

[ HES SORRY HES SORRY HES FIXING IT ]

[phototraces]

[She’s just going like make tugging motions in the air trying to coax the rain/water to come her way and uh—all of it does! Though, bc she doesn’t have a bucket some poor fool is getting hit.]

[taintedfayth]

[... the downside of heavy ceremonial robes is that when they get wet? They instantly gain a +500 weight debuff.

So now Seymour is very, very soaked, and also somewhat rooted to the spot thanks to that massive pile of fabric that he calls clothing.

RIP.]

[catsgothistongue]

[Just right beside the drenched man, looking. Rather pleased, raising his fists in the air in celebration.]

Woo-hoo, not me!

[He's feeling all the schadenfreude here, laughing joyously]