✨ 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

[peasant]

[ what are extra pockets for if not for food storage? if ziggy's concern goes noticed, alina is all too content with her choice to blithely ignore it. there are worse Looks of Judgement™ she's had thrown her way, with more malicious intentions than an innocent teenager. ]

I can't imagine why. You're very charming.

[ she sucks the tacky residue a donut has left behind on her thumb, mouth curving into what looks suspiciously like a smile at ziggy's expense. ]

It pays to be underestimated. You might be down one leg, but people will forget you still have two working fists.

[ sage life advice. ]

[shadysided]

Oh, socharming. [She says it as she takes a very unladylike bite out of a doughnut, hobbling along with the grace of a baby cow.] I've been trying to be a little less tempermental; there's a stereotype about redheads that they're short-tempered, and I've spent a lot of time in my life proving that stereotype, soooo...

[....]

If I calmly punch someone, does that count?

[peasant]

I've only ever known one redhead.

[ short-tempered? alina doubts genya's occupation leaves room for a fuse that's so easily sparked. if anything, she expects it's been long-burning, working toward a slow explosion; alina had been little more than collateral damage, at the end of it all.

she spares a glance toward ziggy's fiery hair from the corner of her eye. she couldn't be any more different than genya. already, she can imagine the henpecking over the smudges of sugary chocolate on ziggy's fingers. it makes it easier to look at the strands of orange swinging in alina's peripheral vision without a sore ache opening in her chest, at least.

in the back of her throat, she issues a snort, amused and fond. ] How does someone throw a calm punch? I'm going to need to see a demonstration.

[shadysided]

Apparently we're short-tempered and rare. Like a unicorn with rabies.

[It's totally a funny image, just trust her on this one.]

Calm punching, for the record, is done without yelling and trying to pull someone's hair with the other hand. That's the difference.

[Obviously...

Okay, maybe she's a kind of aggressive teenager. She's gotten better.]

[peasant]

I suppose the world had to make you all less of a danger somehow. That's lucky for the rest of us.

[ rip to the world going up in fiery flames if redheads were let loose.

some large part of her — born into a position where bloody knuckles and scraped knees were a requisite, where fighting tooth and nail was the only way to ensure survival — feels tempted to advise pulling out teeth is more useful. impactful, really. the wiser part of her, rare as it is, knows to seal her lips shut into a wry little smile.

she shoots a cursory glance at ziggy's cast, too bulky and obvious to be missed. a tip of her head indicates it when she prompts, ]

Is calm punching what caused that?

[ in all fairness, ziggy does give off "i fought a man in an alleyway and won and all i got from it was this stupid cast" energy. ]