✨ XIMILIA TOWN HALL MEETING ✨ ( video/audio/action )

[farr]

[ some morning in the middle of the week, during their return to the station, an invitation will be taped on the door of every orber. though the calligraphy would suggest this must have been typed on a computer and printer, each invitation is actually very carefully hand-written and reads as follows: ]

[ the idea is for everyone to meet in the mess hall at the intended time, but if some choose not to attend, the meeting can still be accessed by the earpieces, allowing all orbers to watch or listen in and contribute however they wish, no matter where they are.

however, for those who do decide to attend, the mess hall features a full display of bagels and donuts, along with plenty of fresh coffee, all to help everyone wake up and feel refreshed for the meeting that's about to take place.

a makeshift little stage, arranged by stacking together a few metal boxes is at the center of the room, atop of it being the one and only rita farr herself, with a bright optimistic smile. when she sees enough people present and settled, she speaks up, loud and clear: ]

Hello, everyone! Welcome to our first Annual — or monthly, or however we decide to do it — Town Hall meeting! Thank you all for coming and please enjoy the food to your heart's content. For those who don't know me, I'm Rita Farr. Now— though my name does appear on the invitation, this is hardly about me. This is about all of us.

After our ... last mission, it became quite clear that our group could use a bit of improvement with how we approach our next missions moving forward. And I thought the best way to plan for that is to allow all of us an opportunity to discuss how we all feel about what we've done well and what we could do better. After all, everyone deserves a say in this, right?

[ she points behind her where a giant board is on display on an easel, once again, hand-written with careful and precise calligraphy in giant letters: ]


Here, I've written some sample questions we can all try to offer answers to, but the floor will also be open for any other questions and suggestions that anyone might have. Remember, there are no wrong answers! We're all here for an open forum discussion. But before that!

[ she reaches over to the board, pulling it off to reveal another one behind it. this one reads as follows: ]


Please consider the "Keys to Success", not only on our missions, but as we talk together in this room right now. We'll go ahead and take turns either stepping up here on the stage or speaking out from wherever you are. There are no microphones but the earpieces should get your voices out to everyone. Now, who would like to start?


( this post is open to all! the idea is that everyone is taking turns in each thread to speak out to the entire group (whether from within the room or from elsewhere), but thread-jacking and hopping around for discussion is the key here! feel free to run wild with ic suggestions or questions regarding mission layouts or planning or whatever floats your boat (ic complaining/protest is always an option too). though rita is organizing it, it's open to whatever people are inclined to discuss. )

Comments

[spacedisaster]

Ah. Do you want to be alone? [ Peter also seems to be in no rush to move. He's always found that kind gestures help, so he's hoping it brings Finn some solace. ]

No, no, there's no need to apologize. I understand, Finn. [ He is not just saying that. There are moments when talking or even thinking about Gamora makes Peter feel like he's about to choke. The loss is too fresh to put in words, and he knows Finn might be feeling that same awful way. ]

Did you manage to get any sleep? One of the reasons why Peter was almost asleep at the meeting, aside from his allergy to waking up early in the morning, is that he barely got any sleep yesterday.

[hatejakku]

[ He... doesn't know how to answer that first question. Does he want to be alone? Yes and no. Yes, so he can wallow in his pain by himself, and no, because that's just extremely unhealthy. So- ]

No. No, I- Come on. [ He pulls away just a little from Peter, takes his hand in his gently, and begins to pull him very slowly in the direction of his room. ]

I'm... sleeping, I guess. It's harder now, but... I sleep some. [ About three or four non-consecutive hours a night, give or take. That counts. ]

[spacedisaster]

[ Finn is always allowed to change his man if he later feels like telling Peter to fuck off. The Guardian would understand. He, too, has the tendency to isolate himself when he's feeling down. Lately, he has come to realize that this kind of self-sabotaging behaviour only causes him to feel worse. He doesn't want that for Finn. He's quick to give his friend a small smile when the other man takes his hand and then follows him around. ]

We could lie down and do nothing, sometimes just having company helps. And, uh,..if you are hungry, I have this.

[ With his free hand, Peter pulls a bagel out of one of the pockets of his jacket. No, Alina wasn't the only one stealing them. Unlike her, however, Peter bothered to wrap the bagel in one of the available napkins.

Can he offer you a pastry in these trying times, Finn? ]

[hatejakku]

[ Oh, Peter, gosh. That actually gets a laugh out of him. Quiet, short-lived, but still a laugh. ]

No, I'm good. Thanks, though. [ For the offer. And the smile. ] Just... lying down sounds pretty good, actually. And you can eat that in my bed, if you want to.

[spacedisaster]

[ The advantage of always carrying clothes with lots and lots of pockets.  Was doing that ridiculous? Yes. Is seeing Finn laugh a little worth it? Also yes. ]

Okay, but if you change your mind, there's more where that one came from. [ Who knew how many pastries and candy Peter carries on his person, he has always been fond of sweets and snacks. ]

Lying down it is then. But no, don't worry, I'm not that hungry, and I don't want to get crumbs all over the bed.

[ After pocketing the bagel, Peter gives Finn's hand a squeeze, and they head toward the bedrooms. ]

[hatejakku]

[ Did you just put that back in your pocket? Peter-

But Finn just shakes his head, loops his arm through Peter's, and makes his way to his room. It's not really much of a room to speak of, once they arrive. The only difference is that there's now a couple of picture frames on a shelf. They're lying face down but they're there. Finn ignores them, just tugs him towards the bed.

Sorry that he's not the best company, bud. ]

[spacedisaster]

[ His pockets hide many secrets, Finn. he also made sure to wrap the bagel with a napkin again first! You never know when you might need a snack.

He walks alongside Finn, leaning in close to offer silent comfort as well. He notices the pictures' odd position and can make an educated guess as to why Finn doesn't want to look at them, so he doesn't say anything. Instead, he follows along, shrugs off his Jackets and boots, and waits for Finn to get in bed before he foll lows. ]

I think the last time we did this might have been back in Scorpion's bend? Eventually, we should have a happier sleepover.