Open log for Fortitude peeps!

[wakingsavior]

Characters: John Egbert AND YOU
Format: Whichever you like
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude dining hall
Summary: At whatever given meal you like, John is sitting calmly at the Discard table.
Warnings: Ridiculous deaf boy?

John thought about it, on Sunday, and decided that even a week of not being able to hug or poke or tap one of his friends on the shoulder was too much. Why did both Jade and Dave have to be Players?

Well, they'd been sneaking out better food for him, and even if he really couldn't do anything but chill in his room, or Dave's room, or Jade and Vriska's room, it was ok. He could touch his friends and not get hurt for it.

Today (whichever day today is), at this meal (whichever meal this is), he's just sitting at the Discard table, picking at the bland icky food he's forced to eat and looking rather content with his lot, everything aside.

He wouldn't turn down any conversation.

Comments

[knightime]

God, Dave really sucked at waking up. This whole being up for school shit was just so much work.

It's why Dave slams his tray down next to John while he takes a seat like something had offended him. Really, he was just half asleep and too lazy to set his tray down. It's not like John could hear the tray slam. Actually, he probably winced slightly as he heard the slam himself. He shoves the tray forward so he can rest his head on the table.

Being up in the morning was so suffering.

[savedbyasong]

Shion smiled at John and put his tray down, when he was sure John had noticed him he lifted his hands to sign, <<'hello John, how are you?'>>

That was the entirety of Shion's knowledge of ASL so far...

[bloodandfire]

Daenerys, a beautiful young girl really, was not used to having so much choice of what to eat. For most of her life she ate whatever was provided with her, and recently her diet consisted of a lot of horse meat, so to have other things to choose from was astounding.

That being said, she could not figure out why some people did not take advantage of all the choices they were provided, curious, she decides to ask one of them (considering she has no concept of Discards or owned weapons just yet).

"Pardon my intrusion of your meal, but may I ask why you do not dine on some of the finer choices?"

[countryofassholes]

Spotting a familiar face, Britannia gave John a smile from across the cafeteria as she crossed it and sat down next to him, placing her lunch on the table. The smile faltered slightly however as she saw his "food" and gave a sympathetic wince.

"I don't think I'd even serve that mess to a number." She remarked wryly as she leaned over to stare at... whatever it was. Her own tray had been filled with the basic lunch: sandwiches, fruit, juice, etc. All of it far more edible than whatever party John had going on his.

[has_soothing_bells]

Being a social Butterfree, Reimi couldn't turn down the chance to talk to someone. Even though she wasn't a Discard, she sat across from him, and smiled.
"Hello," she signed, saying it as well out loud so he could read her lips.