[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[cloverstone]

She watched the spectacle -- it was a spectacle -- with lifted brows and parted lips, mildly surprised by the whirlwind that was Mal.

There was no comment about his sleeve wiping because Jordan would have done the same in his place. She also would have flipped Mal the bird, but it would have been friendly in nature because there was a comfortable coarseness Jordan had with friends.

It wasn't something she'd felt in a while. Not something she would be feeling anytime soon.

"Is he always so obnoxious?" she asked, then instantly felt guilty for figuratively throwing Rhys under that bus. She lowered her eyes. "Nevermind."

[brokencrescendo]

Rhys was taken aback by the question, but gave a silent laugh after he recovered. With Jordan's eyes down, he used his phone to respond.

Yes.
But he has to put up with me, too.

Even without that to consider, Mal's obnoxiousness didn't mean he wasn't a good friend when it counted. Still, Rhys knew dealing with himself was never easy, and it had only gotten more difficult since the riots.

Well, so do you.
Thanks.

[cloverstone]

She brushed aside her jacket to reach her phone, wedged in her jeans pocket. In the motion, her fingers briefly brushed over the grip of the 9mm Carl had lent to her, resting in its iwb holster. She was tempted to make sure, again, that the safety was on, but it was fleeting.

"Stop being a matyr," said Jordan, piercing a stuffed pepper with her fork and lifting it to her mouth. "You're fine."

[brokencrescendo]

She said that like he'd never been frustrating before-- and more than once-- but he smiled back with a conceding wave of his hand and didn't press the point.

Instead, he started on his meal, unused to both Greek food and actual vegetarian dishes that weren't more or less raw carrots for dinner.

He left his fork in his mouth with the first taste, expression turned thoughtful. It wasn't bad.

[cloverstone]

He had been, and probably would continue to be frustrating, but she was already getting accustomed to his brand of stubbornness.

She was content to eat in silence. That is, until her eyes fell on a particularly large figure in the distance. "Ah," came out, mid-bite, as Jordan recognized him as the security guard who'd saved her and Duncan back in February.

[brokencrescendo]

Rhys had been equally content with the silence, but looked up with Jordan's utterance. He followed her gaze toward the large man before looking back at her with a curious tilt of his head.

[cloverstone]

She blinked back at him, then to the man again, then once more to Rhys.

"The security guard," she said, lowering her fork. "From the first meet."

A smaller man with brown hair and more kebabs than Jordan thought a person could ever hold in one hand was a few feet away from him. She didn't pin him as anyone, though, not having been familiar with Quartz or her characters.

Noelle had told her that she would be at the festival, but she hadn't said anything about anyone else.

[brokencrescendo]

Rhys' eyes returned to the man, eyes narrowing. That was the one Jordan had guessed to be a berserker, which made Rhys feel a sense of responsibility. It was someone he could do something about, but if he did, X-DAV would know shortly after. He had no recognition of Quartz's characters other than Carren himself, and half-wondered if the kebab devourer wasn't a berserker himself. He sure put food away like one.

Rhys gave the room a quick survey, but the act was pointless.

Could be more.
Guess you're right about these events.

It made him feel guilty for asking Jordan to come with him.

[cloverstone]

She watched his facial expression and regretted pointing Roman out.

"Don't do something stupid," kind of just popped out of her mouth, and while she may have felt a little bad for her word choice, she didn't for saying it.

[brokencrescendo]

He could not claim that he hadn't been thinking something stupid and scratched his cheek with a nervous grin. Caught. He held his palms in front of him in surrender. It wasn't a line of thought he could afford to pursue.

[cloverstone]

She gave him a heavy stare before breaking eye contact. Expecting him to not do something stupid was futile. There were degrees of stupid he did not mind crossing.

It was going to bite him in the ass one day. (Ha ha, like she was one to talk.)

[brokencrescendo]

Attempting to show good faith, Rhys returned to his meal with the most innocent look-I'm-totally-eating-and-not-being-stupid face he could put on. For added effect, he even gave her a thumb's up with his free hand.

He meant it, too. At least about this particular stupid thing.