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[amoray]

WHO: eridan ampora and open to everybody who scheduled lunch/dinner/etc. over here!
WHERE: VARIOUS DINING ESTABLISHMENTS ACROSS THE CITY
WHEN: all throughout the week tbh
WARNINGS: nothing... yet.,....
SUMMARY: eridan has lunch with a bunch of people! there is probably drama.
FORMAT: no

[holy shit i have no idea how to start mass logs just

wherever it is, eridan probably showed up five minutes early?? he'll either be the douchebag in purples and blues and way the fuck too many gold rings sitting at their table, or if they showed up earlier than he did, will come in roughly five minutes earlier than whatever time they agreed on and come find them. either way, he will be incredibly sassy to the waitress and surrounding patrons. and kind of embarrassing.

with eddie, it's just a teensy bit different - all the major details are the same, but he comes in wearing a familiar green and purple scarf.]

Comments

that dinner thing

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia arrives dressed in an understated black coat and black pants, about 10 minutes later. She sits down. ]

You didn't order yet, did you?

[amoray]

Not yet. I was just schoolfeedin' some proles on the differences in fabric materials.

[he flips his scarf over his shoulder in the direction of the neighboring table, to the displeasure of a few patrons.]

Polyester. Please.

[acrossyourpath]

At least I didn't miss much. [ She raises her eyebrow. ] You should let them be before we're asked to leave.

[amoray]

I suppose I can cut 'em loose this time.

[he sighs haughtily, picking up his menu.]

So how you been, Fel? I kinda missed out on a whole lot.

[acrossyourpath]

You know me, I like to adapt. I steer clear of the disaster areas and make the best of what isn't broken.

How's life on the outside?

[amoray]

It's... better. [he tents his fingers, awkwardly.] I mean obwiously it ain't better than it was before I went in, speakin' a social status and comfort and whatnot, but it ain't prison. Could probably be a whole lot worse, too.

You know, just makin' ends meet. That kinda thing.

[acrossyourpath]

Where are you going to be staying? [ Her tone is briskly casual as she looks the menu over carefully. ]