driftfleet | interfaith dinner mingle!!

Who: Interfaith Center regulars & the not-so-regulars (party crashers are welcome too!!)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Forward-dated to November 4th

[The Interfaith Center sounds far more bustling and busy than usual - and anyone peering inside would quickly figure out that a communal dinner is underway! Take off your shoes and walk in: the lounge has extra tablecloths on the floor as well as buffet tables with non-alcoholic beverages and all sorts of food, including Jordanian cuisine (or the outer space equivalent of Jordanian food).

The board games are out of their hiding nooks; the furniture's arranged for the maximum seating possible; and even the teddy bears donated by Kitty & Winn are out for cuddling, should anyone want them.

The kitchen's bustling with helpers - Stefan's running around at vamp-speed to make sure everything's a) done on time and b) cooked to perfection - but he sure wouldn't mind an extra hand. And if you're still not up for some food? Well, the prayer rooms are open as usual. There's always a quiet moment to be found, even if the laughter's louder and the scent of freshly-baked mansaf's wafting through the long corridors.

Anyone and everyone who's ever been inside the Interfaith Center has been invited (via text message - and Stefan even used the fancy emoji). If you're not particularly faithful or devout? Well, drop by anyways. There's more than enough food to spare.]

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Completely. But if you don't believe me, you should try some with the tempura.

[He holds his hands out almost reverently. He's so excited...!]

C-can I try it, then?

Sure thing. [He hands it over, biting on his lip because dear God, that expression's priceless.] Let me know how it tastes.

Edited 2016-11-11 00:51 (UTC)

You got it!

[Most of the food in the kitchen is still cooking, so he accepts the bottle and scampers off into the main room with it, returning a minute later with a little plate of fried vegetables (pumpkin included) and a small bowl with some sauce poured into it. He sets the plate on the counter wherever there's space and immediately snags a fork, spearing a pumpkin, dipping it, and holding it out towards Stefan, a hand under it to catch any drops. His mouth is half-full and he's still chewing, obviously having already sampled it. His expression is very serious.]

Try this!

[When Kirito's taking this whole thing so seriously, Stefan can't help trying to match his friend's intensity. He'd be the same way with tahini, he's sure, so he leans in and takes that pumpkin for himself.

Oh.

Oh holy shit, it's just like he remembered -]

That's incredible.

Right?!

[His serious face is gone in a flash, and he looks absolutely delighted again.]

I seriously need to thank this Caster person. I thought it'd be ages before I got to taste soy sauce again!

She's not hard to find. If she's not in the kitchen, I imagine she's in the prayer room...

Just look for a flash of pink hair.

[Because seriously, that's really hard to miss, even in a crowd as large as theirs.]

I'll look for her later, then.

[Stuffing another piece of pumpkin in his mouth. Ahhh, god, he just can't get enough of that taste. It's perfect.]

You are officially my new hero.

Me? Come on, I didn't even know she'd march in and summon up this stuff.

[Credit should go where credit's due, right? Stefan can't possibly see how his little dinner would lead to soy sauce.]

If anything, it's all her.

I already said I'd thank her. You're allowed to take some credit, you know- if you hadn't organized all of this, she might not have done that, right?

[Plus you handed the stuff over. That was the best part.]

True. It's more that I'm really bad at accepting said credit.

[At least he admits it!!]

But events like this... they make the Fleet feel a little more like home.

Yeah... it sort of has the feeling of a big family get-together, doesn't it.

[Not that he's had a plethora of those, with a family small and scattered like his, but he knows them well enough to see the similarities.]

I'm glad it turned out well. I know you were looking forward to it.

Exactly. I know this place is about faith, and coming together to observe those beliefs, but family's just as important.

[He thinks of Jordan a lot, and of the relatives he left behind. They'd want to see this.

But he also thinks of the people he's met here, and how much they've become like family. Blood isn't the most important part; no, it's the love they share for each other.]

Thanks for coming out. It really wouldn't have been the same without you.

[Oof... well not you've gotten him all embarrassed. Shit.]

W-well... I mean, it's important to you. What was I going to do, just sit around on the Paisley?

[He's socially awkward, but he's not that bad. Even if he does keep hiding out in the kitchen when he's feeling crowded.]

I'd sure hope not. It's a dinner, not some big party – we'll sit together as a crew, but how often can we say that we do it as a Fleet?

[Sure, it's not feasible for everyone to attend, given the sheer logistics and numbers games, but it's easier this way to see everyone for a night. If it takes off, then sure - he'll definitely do this again in a couple of months.]

Technically, nothing's stopping us from doing it more. Considering how many people showed up, there might be a big calling for it.

True, and if I get too tired, we could always turn it into a big potluck.

[The kitchen's big enough for multiple cooks, after all. Tonight's living proof, with all the help he's received - and that could make it feel more like a community.]

I don't see why you didn't just make this a potluck to start with. You've spent most of your time in the kitchen instead of socializing.

[BUSTED.]

I've been mingling with people... sometimes.....

"Sometimes", he says, while hiding out in the kitchen for the millionth time.

[He makes a shooing gesture towards the doorway.]

Go talk to some people. I can make sure nothing burns for ten minutes.

Hey! [The noise that leaves Stefan's mouth is almost inhuman as he turns towards the door.] There is absolutely no way I'm that bad.

In fact, make it twenty.

[It only hits him, once he's out the door, that he just got played.]

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