interfaith dinner mingle!!

[stefanged]

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.]

Comments

[apurrstate]

[Anders perks right up about that.]

That's alright, tell me anyway? And I'll tell you about Mr Wiggums, which is a completely true story, but also not religious.

[goldenglasses]

Well, that's pretty much it.

It's a folk song about an old man who had a little cat that he couldn't give away. He tries leaving it into a cave. Throwing it into quick sand. Putting it on a Thomas, balloon, and a rocket too. Tries to mail it again. Throw it on a Sand Steamer that's going far away.

But no matter what he does the cat comes back the very next day. Even when the old man thought he was a goner the cat just can't stay away.

I mean, I'm one for pranks and all, but if I was that cat I'd probably be more interested in finding a family that would feed me instead of tie me to a rocket.

[apurrstate]

[Okay, well now he's just offended on the cat's behalf.]

That's horrible! That cat should have found someone else to follow, someone who loved it! Either that or found some way to kill the man.

[He sniffs in disdain. Anders would do it himself if this weren't just a story.]

Mr. Wiggums kept me company when I had no one and then, when things got rough, he turned into an abomination and killed three Really Bad People before being killed himself. It was very inspiring.

[goldenglasses]

Preaching to the choir! If I was that cat I would have stayed far away from that man and found a better family.

Oh... [Vash likes the keeping company part. Less liked the killing part.] Hahaha, well, sounds like Mr Wiggums could take better care of himself than the cat from the children's song.

[apurrstate]

It's true! He was a mouser in a mage tower, he had to be a little more tough.

[Sorry, Vash, he takes a little too much joy out of Templars dying sometimes.]

[goldenglasses]

Why? Are the mice stronger if they live in a mage tower or something?

[apurrstate]

Oh, absolutely! They're often used as practice targets for our magic and, of course, the more magic someone is exposed to, the more resistant they become to it.

[Delivered with a completely straight face and an even tone. Extra sorry, Vash.]

[goldenglasses]

Those poor rats. [He's not really sure what.] But ah, glad it made the cats stronger? [He's trying not to be a downer for the moment.]

[apurrstate]

[Anders gives him a sympathetic look and finally cuts his friend some slack.]

I'm joking, Vash. We don't actually use rats or anything but objects for target practice.

[goldenglasses]

Oh! That's good. I doubt those rats would have much of a chance otherwise.