[Open Log] Don't you Worry 'bout a thing

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Characters: Members of the Foreigners' Guild
Date: Beginning of May
Location: Welcome Center
Situation: Trying to figure out just how this thing is going to work
Warnings/Rating: none to start; will update if needed

Today, the Center is...not quite closed, because it was never closed, but the sign out front was a little more specific than usual: indicating that those who had chosen to align themselves with the Foreigners' Guild to stop by at their convenience for a group discussion. Word of mouth was the primary means of getting the information out, but just in case, Zatanna was nearby with a checklist making sure to get names of not only who showed up, but of any known members who did not. So that they could be contacted at a later time and kept in the loop.

For her part, the 19-year-old was sitting casually in her favorite armchair by the fireplace (though currently lit, was emitting very little heat, indicating a more magical nature. For ambiance, mainly) and not-quite-facilitating the entire process. Her body language gave little indication of wanting to step forward as official leader, although she was ready with answers for any who may have had relevant questions.



[[ooc: Characters are encouraged to make their own top levels for open-ended discussion of the state of the Guild; if any of them want to talk to Zatanna specifically, indicate in the subject level and she'll come around.]]

Comments

[simulsimul]

The intonation was a touch suspect, but Kratos didn't think much of it. "Simply being honest about mine." He tipped his head. "I don't need to eat. Or sleep. Do you?"

He already knew perfectly well that Devin needed to, at least, eat.

[annihilist]

It only made sense that angels didn't require food or sleep, Devin supposed, but it was intriguing all the same.

"Well, now, aren't you full of surprises," he remarked. "Although I must say, if you don't need to eat, you're running the risk of missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures. Have you ever taken a food tour?"

Devin himself hasn't, but he appreciated quality cuisine, and he'd also take any opportunity to needle Kratos about his behavior.

[simulsimul]

"Yes." It was a simple response, but an easy one, without the need to qualify. Tethe'alla had been very appreciative of food and dining; they had taken pride in it, in fact. Especially bringing food from the farthest flung provinces. Of course, that had also been a very long time ago ...

After a moment Kratos added, "Not recently. There seems to be a dearth of excess resources, here."

[annihilist]

"Oh, come on. The supply of food won't be irrevocably depleted by a single man. That's a stupid reason - pick a better one."

At least he knew that Kratos had some affinity for earthly delights. That was a good start on being less boring than he tried to present as.

[simulsimul]

"Depleted?" Kratos lifted his eyebrows faintly. "Did I say 'depleted'? Even one extra mouth means less food for a single individual who might need it."

'Depleted', no -- but for individuals, it might be the difference between living and starving. Keeliai seemed community-oriented enough that Kratos felt it might actually make that difference.