savedbyasong: (greetings)
savedbyasong ([personal profile] savedbyasong) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2012-03-08 10:54 pm

In the cafeteria [open]

Characters: Shion and you and also Dave
Format: any
This log is: The first part is open to all, the second part takes part after all the first parts and is closed to Dave
Location: Fortitude Cafeteria, Monday dinner/tea/supper time
Summary: Shion hangs about being a discard then goes to talk to Dave and vows
Warnings:
[Open] Shion sat at the discard table and ate the tasteless soup silently. He didn't mind being a discard, he wanted as little to do with this system as possible.

He didn't want to fight and so it probably wasn't fair to ask for a Player, when he didn't wish to be a Weapon. The lack of rights only bothered him because no one should be treated less than others. Everyone was equal. But he didn't truly mind the lack of freedom or tasteless food.

Or at least, not enough to complain. He smiled at anyone who walked past, saying hello to those he knew, and most of those he didn't know.


[Closed to Dave] As he was leaving he saw Dave. He smiled and went over, signing hello. He hadn't seen him since the assembly and he was worried.
knightime: Art by Feastings (!)

[personal profile] knightime 2012-03-08 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dave was feeling a little friendlier by now. He still was slightly apprehensive about things, and his mood wasn't perfect, but he had time to think and feel a little better.

He waves at the other. Dave was aware that he kind of ran off after the assembly. He ended up sleeping quite a bit around the comforts of his friends.

He's also extremely aware that Shion is a worrywort, so this probably might have freaked the poor guy out.]
stoatallymad: (But will it eat me?)

[personal profile] stoatallymad 2012-03-10 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Across the table, Firifale was less content. He'd rejected silverware and opted to sip from the bowl instead, but he'd hardly gotten one mouthful in when he pulled back and gave it a suspicious look. No taste! No taste wasn't bad, but it wasn't food. No food, no energy. No energy, no living. Bad news.

He hopped up to crouch on his seat so he could lean forward and get a good whiff of it. No smell either! Hmm. No good. He glanced up at the boy across the table from him-- lots of smiling, probably safe for asking questions.

"Any real food?"