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[broadswords]

WHO: nicky & YOU??
WHEN: today
WHERE: nicky's apartment
WHAT: FOOD?? CONVERSATION??
NOTES: related log for this post! starters in comments.
WARNINGS: none yet, will edit if needed

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TEA TIME.

[broadswords]

[ Of all things, Nicky acquired a 5 kilogram bag of almond flour. There is an oven in this apartment, which has been hard at work all afternoon. The door is propped open, with Welcome sign pasted on neat cursive, and the aroma of cookies and freshly brewed coffee waft down the corridor. The small table is neatly set, the kitchen counter groaning under more boxes of cookies. ]

[ Hey, he's got to do something with 5kg! ]

[prevail]

[ Sandalphon is merely pacing through the halls when he passes right by that open door with its Welcome sign. He may not have noticed at all, occupied with his own thoughts as he is, but the rich aroma of coffee draws his attention.

Prompts him to backpedal.

Now he observes the welcome sign and pokes his head into the doorway. Being a very literal creature, he takes the welcome as an invitation and steps into the apartment... Though he doesn't so much announce himself as stand there glancing about like a tourist. ]

[broadswords]

[ Nicky is setting the table when his guest looks in, and smiles at him standing at the door. Just a quick look over Sandalphon, if he seems especially hungry, hurt, or tired... ]

Please, come in. Coffee, and cookies.

[prevail]

[ Sandalphon looks to be in prime health, though the armor on his upper body strikes as decidedly medieval in appearance. Oddly enough, it hardly makes a sound when he ventures further into the apartment. ]

Is this what mortals refer to as an "open house"?

[ He's absolutely taking a stab in the dark, undersocialized as he is. But he does hear various terms tossed around. ]

[broadswords]

[ Is this what it feels like to be referred to as a mortal? Well, it is true. He is indeed mortal. (Just not currently.) ]

Indeed. May I ask your name?

[ Before he asks after the armour. Silent, yes, well crafted. Nicky can appreciate art. ]

[prevail]

[ Ah yes. The polite thing to do is offer his name when meeting someone. Sometimes he forgets these things, more out of odd inexperience than age. ]

My name is Sandalphon. I do not mind being called something else, so long as it isn't "Sandy".

[ Personal reasons, long story. ]

And how should I address you?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Castiel has no interest in dining or eating, but he does enjoy tea and the aroma of the food being cooked around him. He grabs a small cup and pours himself some tea, testing it first with a finger to see how hot it is before bothering to take a sip himself. Regardless of being able to define the flavors of it, he enjoys the heat and the earthiness of the drink, and that reverence shows on his face as he gently sets his cup back in its saucer. It takes nothing to find Nicholas overseeing the progress of his impromptu meeting. Castiel also prefers to speak face to face, despite not being very good at speaking to people, in any sense.]

It was nice of you to arrange this.

DINNER.

[broadswords]

[ For those coming for dinner, there are still some boxes of cookies by the side, leftovers. But this time Nicky has gotten an extra table to support the two trays of focaccia and the large one of parmigiana. Chairs are arranged by the side, and this time Nicky is seated, facing the door. The Welcome sign is currently being determinedly re-pasted on with a bit of extra tape, and Nicky is humming to himself as he does so. Sort of blocking the way in... unless you'd like to try the closed window. ]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara decides not to twice before she decides to. Not because she knows what to expect, but because they need to know the lay of this land, of the people they don't know—they need to make allies and find out who else her also wants to see everyone and their world released from this mad game.

She finds herself standing outside the door, stretching her shoulders back, trying to appease the twinge between her shoulder blades; the domino little pop bottle shocks down her spine from it, sore sticking to her since that rude awakening in the bright white room the first day. It's not going to do anything but linger, annoyingly, until it fades again.

(The current tension of the situation probably isn't helping.)
She releases a breath from her nose and raises a hand to knock.

At least the coffee smells good from here already. ]

[broadswords]

[ She knocks. The door is opened immediately by Nicky - dressed terribly plainly in a grey shirt and a pair of jeans. His belt has the strap for a sword, which is empty, but there are small knives hidden on his person, the knives of a prepared fighter, that she may be able to see if she looks very closely. Nicky is not exactly concealing them judiciously. ]

Good evening. Please, come in.

[ He smiles pleasantly at her, and tugs the door open to prop it that way. ]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara, similarly, isn't very dressed up. She's in more clothes from the Roxx, but they still don't quite feel right. It's not like she wants to spend all day, everywhere, going around in her Batgirl uniform. She's not Bruce.

The knives do get a look, as does the room. Barbara's used to making she takes a casual, curious glance around the rooms she walks into. She doesn't need to look long. Later, she'll draw up the pristine clarity of the memory and walk through each detail individually. (Maybe she can even convince Dick to give her a back rub while she does it. If she lets herself ask.) ]

Thanks. I'm Barbara. From up in the penthouse.

This is really kind of you to offer to everyone.

[broadswords]

[ She notices the knives. As does Nicky, watching where her eyes go, how she holds herself. He would have guessed a dancer, at first, but with martial training... it is not so far apart. ]

[ As Barbara does not comment on what is hidden in his clothes, neither does he draw attention to it. She's only in danger if she makes certain choices, and if she came here intending to make them, well. Three small knives would not be such a deterrent. ]

[ The room is not extremely decorated from what he found. Nicky has a corner apartment on a higher floor, with an excellent view. The window faces the street, and is slightly ajar, for ventilation. Otherwise, everything here is as he found it, blissfully Spartan. If not for the meal and for Nicky's own presence, it might seem like the place was empty. ]

It is only neighbourly. [ He gestures her towards a chair, one that can see the room. ] I am Nicholas. A pleasure.

[ He speaks with a distinct Italian accent. ]

[her_own_rules]

Likewise.

[ She offers the edge of a smile. ]

Have you been in more than one multiversal fight-kidnapping to know to start with a potluck?

[bad_habit]

[After spending several decades in Hell it's been an awful nice change to be here. As a general rule he wasn't having a lot of luck interacting with the world or the people here but it was still way better then Hell. Especially when people put messages about making focaccia. Fuck it'd been so long since he's had some, and if the dudes from Italy? Then holy shit is it bound to be good! Especially considering that this place had all sorts of fresh ingredients which had pretty much been the best thing about it.

So as he found his way to the specified apartment with his stomach was clearly leading the charge as he gives a knock to the slightly ajar door announcing his presence as he sort of dips through the doorway, since he's a good solid foot or more over the height of the doorframe.]

Hello?

[He calls out, mismatched eyes glancing around for the host.]

[broadswords]

Hello,

[ Nicky calls, pleasantly, approaching the door. His eyes give his new guest a quick once-over, checking for weapons, injuries, and then he turns and gestures to the tables, where fresh food is beckoning. ]

Please, come in. What can I get you?

[bad_habit]

[He doesn't have any weapons, unfortunately, and he's not injured either. All of his bullshit of this world thus far had been mostly mental. The creatures he'd helped capture had been easy, the doppelgänger? Not so much.

But that was in the past and thankfully that shithead was gone. Though it seemed at times he wasn't entirely forgotten...

But none of that matters now. Angel just about floats over to that table of food like a cartoon. Exceedingly long legs making short work so he can actually look at everything.]

Fuck... That smells amazing.

[Introductions? What are those? He's really only in it for the food if he's honest, he swears he'll come back to it but he just has to drink in all the lovely smell and sights of whats in front of him.]

[broadswords]

[ Hunger can be cruel. Nicky knows. Starvation once licked at his insides too well. So there is no issue of manners. ]

Help yourself. There is plenty to go around.

[ And he's not objecting to making more - he has plenty of ingredients and cookies besides. ]

[bad_habit]

[He doesn't really look like he eats much, which he really didn't before getting here for a number of reasons, but since he got here it feels a little like all he does.]

Ain't you expecting more people? I mean you put out the invite t'the whole network and all...

[morethan084]

[Daisy's been out of the hospital for a few days now, but today is the first time she's actively left her apartment. Only because of the promise of a homemade dinner, and because it became clear that they must be on the same floor as her as the smell of food was wafting into her apartment.

Getting changed into something other than sweats and one of Joric's shirts was a bit of a struggle with one arm in a cast and sling, but she eventually makes her way down the hall to Nicholas' apartment when she spots him putting something on his door. She comes to a stop a few feet away from him, stunned to see that this isn't some stranger. But someone she knew.]

Holy shit.

[Daisy says out loud before she can stop herself.]

Nicky?

[broadswords]

[ He feels someone approaching, but doesn’t turn around until he’s smoothed over the corner of the Welcome sign. ]

[ And. Blinks. The recognition is only one way, and that surprises him. Her voice brims with a known familiarity, and Nicky is sure he has never met her before. ]

Sì?

[morethan084]

[A smile quickly finds its way onto her face, but it only stays there temporarily. It becomes clear by the lack of recognition on his face that he has no idea who she is.]

Oh, um--

[Does she backtrack? It's probably better that she does. She just can't seem to come up with a good way to get out of this.]

Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

[Smooth.]

[broadswords]

It is not a problem.

[ But she had known his name. He still offers a pleasant smile. ]

Are we neighbours? Please, do come inside for coffee.

[plangona]

[ octavia doesn't spend much time at all in the apartments they had been provided, having her own preference for camping outdoors simply because is is more what she is used to.

she had been a bit skeptical at first but there is no way she is going to turn down free food if someone was genuinely offering. she wasn't familiar with any of what was mentioned being on the menu for what was cooked but that was the least of her concerns. she finds her way to his apartment though which is mostly noticeable from the aroma of food and that he is standing by the door putting up a welcome sign] Hello?

WILDCARD.

[broadswords]

[ ooc: none of these work for you? come even earlier than tea or in the middle of the night, too. feel free to tag in here with your own or let me know and i'll set something up! ]

meal prep, i mean mission prep

[skaikru]

( one month bleeds into another, aurora makes her announcement across the network that their next test will take them away from the sparse creature comforts of this gradually building city without including any sort of timeline for their expected return. and clarke, all too familiar with the concept of rationed or completely extinguished oxygen supplies, fights a kneejerk desire to panic. but it's fine, on some level this is what she'd been raised to do; the utilitarian backdrop of life on board a 100 year old spacecraft means the amenities like hot water and a plush comforter are lovely but unnecessary, and a solid decade of schooling revolving entirely around surviving a return to earth might as well equate to a decade spent in the boy scouts (which is an entirely new concept of an old world organization to her, but feels like it fits).

so she sets out to convince herself and prepare.

it's fine, as she traipses the racks of roxx for a jacket with the most interior pockets and good, weather sturdy boots.

it's fine, as she sits on the floor of her apartment and divides basic medical supplies into four piles for five bags.

it's fine, as she crouches in the middle of an aisle in the kwik trip, two baskets laden down with a gross amount of beef jerky, prepackaged peanuts, electrolyte enhanced water bottles, snickers bars, and vodka shooters — stuck in a rut of decision paralysis by the overwhelming variety of protein bars. it's fine, she's got this. she's got this.

...what the fuck is keto friendly? is that good or bad?! )