TWAT club meeting mingle

[laserguy]

Who: Scott Summers and members of TWAT (Teenagers With Abilities and Talents) Club. Or any teenager that just stops by really.
Where: Roof of the club building
What: Teenagers with abilities or maybe no real abilities hanging out on the rooftop and eating food. Talking. Doing club stuff.
Warnings: Probably none.


[Maybe you're already part of TWAT club and read the message that Scott sent out to everyone, basically stating that they're having a meeting this Saturday to just hang out and meet new members. Or you saw one of the flyers around town that mentioned about having a meeting. Either way, the meeting is held at the rooftop of the club building, so just come. No food or anything required. He's a good leader like that, yeah. Definitely.]

before the meeting;
[Why did you come early, god.

Well, anyone that is one of those people that like to come early to events, Scott's putting you to work. Maybe it's just helping getting the food out on the tables, or bringing up chairs or tables up to the rooftop. Either way, work needs to be done and setup is still in progress, so pair up with other TWAT members or whatever to get things ready. Thanks, Scott appreciates it. Probably.

Also, if you have your own food or brought a game of some sort, that's cool. He definitely isn't going to say no. Go set that up.]

just hanging out;
[Once the meeting starts and Scott gives some basic speech and welcoming new people to TWAT Club (in which he wasn't nervous at all shut up), people are more than welcome to just eat the pretty decent spread laid out in the tables. Stuff like chips, pizza, rice balls, ramen, probably some mixture of American and Japanese food because he's him and his girlfriend is Kotone, so yeah. There's also a little sign or note in front of the tables that states 'provided by cooking club, so join us. ✨'

Since this is a place filled with teenagers and abilities... Scott probably has encouraged people to show off their powers a little. JUST DON'T BLOW SOMETHING UP it's okay, he's talking about himself too. Of course, he's not forcing anyone to show off their powers and everything, but he sort of hopes people are feeling more comfortable to do so. That is the purpose of his club and everything.

There's also a random cornhole game set up. Don't ask.]

after club;
[Feel like being a nice person and help clean up? Nice. Scott isn't forcing anyone to stay after to do so, but he appreciates the help. It's mostly just taking tables down and clearing out the trash. Anyone that stays can probably take home some of the leftovers. So, that's a nice bonus.

Maybe you just want to sit on the ground and enjoy the evening a little. He's not judging.]

[ooc: TWAT mingle log! Please feel free to post your own top levels and tag each other. :> If your character would bring food or set something up, go right ahead. The more the better, right? Also your character doesn't need to be part of TWAT to join, Scott will just sort of let any teenager in. 'Teenager' being anyone that doesn't look too much like an oldie--]

Comments

[elevatoravatar]

"The players are the ones who can change the outcome, and suffer the consequences of such. Bystanders only suffer the consequences, and while support can to a minor degree change small outcomes, ultimately it does not matter to us. Once the game is over, our purpose is done till the next game."

She shrugs a bit, "Think of your game. The ones who perhaps were summoned, or who came offering power, but at the end of the day did not suffer anything no matter how the game ended. Perhaps they were able to supply the perfect ability, or perhaps they made a mistake that made a task easier or harder for the players. However, in the end, none of it really did anything to them either way. Ultimately, they are the support."

[entreats]

".. I think there's probably a little bit more of a mix then," Ange slowly says - though the teenager paused for a moment first, like she really had to think about this one for a moment.

Sure, the stuff Elizabeth is saying is objectively strange, but it makes just enough sense in the perspective of Ange's own world that she can't help but take it seriously. Or to put some actual thought into it.

"I think things can end pretty badly even for the people who are just support. They can die along the way."

[elevatoravatar]

"The Velvet Room, where we resided, is a pocket in the sea of the soul that is not connected to the Earth unless someone has a key to connect it. While I will not say it could never be taken over... One would have to do so when Igor was otherwise distracted, not durring an actual ordeal."

She ponders a bit, "Also, I suspect my brother and especially my sister would heavily resist and she is far more powerful than I am."

[entreats]

Ange huffs.

"Okay, but not everyone who's supporting is at you guys' power level." .. whatever that power level might be. It's still kind of difficult for her to determine just how powerful Elizabeth is when she's just sitting here with the other like this. Elizabeth could have any powers, as far as Ange is concerned. Just her not exactly being human isn't saying all that much by itself.

"Some people who are out there providing support aren't really that powerful at all." Like Ange. It's why she said that just now in the first place - she was thinking about herself, rather than about Elizabeth or any of her siblings. "Or sometimes some of the players involved are too powerful. That's how someone who's only providing support can still die."

She shrugs a little though. Casually. Like she isn't talking about her own death here.

[elevatoravatar]

Elizabeth blinks and looks at Ange with a bit of confusion. That is the proclomation of someone who has been in a game and was forced to be support? That is insanity, a member of the player's group, that is fine for mortals, but support?

"The bonds of the player? Well, they aren't exactly support and generally... Or are we talking about your game now? Did the party you were representing not know how to set up a contract to win?"

Elizabeth wrinkles her nose a little, "Do you need aid in your game? I have... In the past... Thrown a.... What is it called? Simian driver? No.... Ape drill? No... Ah yes! Monkeywrench! In games with what seem to be no negotiation at all as of late. That is how I earned the title of Manliest of Men."

[entreats]

.. It's a little tempting to ask why Elizabeth would get that title of all things, but Ange knows she shouldn't get distracted from the main topic at hand here. Even though the offer is a little confusing to her.

In fact, the girl figures that maybe it's that latter point she should address first, before anything else. It's important, after all.

"Why are you even offering to help in the first place? It's not like we come from the same game."

And clearly people going out of their way just because they're nice is a totally foreign concept to Ange.