Parents Reception: Brunch

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

A long buffet table has been put together, again with food ranging from the simple to the strange and exotic.

Multiple tables with elegant tablecloths and cutlery have been laid out.

A Juice and Smoothee bar is also available.

((OOC: All parents welcome... Students too I guess.

If you're a parent or guardian: Please Check yourself in, if you haven't done so already.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jacob looks at the buffet table thoughtfully. Healthy, exotic or taste-y looking? It was a tough choice. Jake had said he'd meet him here later, but knowing Jake, that probably meant around two o'clock. It was a Saturday after all. But being at the hotel until then would be very boring, so Jacob had decided to explore a little, maybe talk to another parent?

Hmmm. Maybe chicken salad..?

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

[D'Hoffryn walks in quietly, considering Anyanka and what to do about her. He surveys the room, as a Lord of Arashmahar from Kazahkstan would do as part of normal business. His expression dour, his eyes land on the food spread before him.]

Ooh! Chicken Salad!

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I was pondering that myself," Jacob said, smiling to the... possible mutant parent? He wasn't going to draw any conclusions just yet though. "It does look rather tempting. I'm Jacob Gavin. My son goes to school her."

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

D'Hoffryn. I'm here for my Anyanka. Oh, and look...rye bread. We don't have these things where I'm from.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, really? Where are you from, then?"

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Sometime after her chat with CJ in the park, Widow Twanky swept into the brunch hoping to meet that nice Adama man again.

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

I'm from Ara--ha--Kazahkstan. Just in for the weekend, then back to business.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jacob considered that. "Don't think I've ever had any business in.. Araha? Although I have been on a few visits to Kazahkstan. Lovely country," he added, politely. "Not much of an opportunity for sailing, though, so I'm afraid I haven't been there other than on business."

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

And what kind of business are you in? [He grabs a chicken wing and eats it whole, bones and all]

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I run a small courier service; Infonet International. It keeps me occupied." Jacob's eyebrow twitches a little at the bone-crunching, but only a little. He did consider perhaps going with the pasta, though. "And yourself?"

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

I'm an Overlord of Vengeance...generally it's a lot of listening to people complain and solving their problems. You should try this...it's barbecue. [Another chicken wing disappears with crunching and grinding]

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Overlord. Right. Jacob mentally placed D'Hoffryn in the Dr. Doom category. He hadn't heard of any overlords in Kazakhstan, but perhaps the man was from an alternate dimension. He looked down at the chickens. "...While they do indeed look tasty, I think perhaps I will go with the pasta salad today."

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

You should be careful of your carb intake. Have you read Dr. Atkins?

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"No, sadly I haven't had the time," Jacob replied, reaching out with the plate towards the pasta bowl.

[demon-hoffryn.livejournal.com]

Neither have I. But I'm making chit chat like a normal person. How am I doing?

[qtraverswatcher.livejournal.com]

Quentin Travers, Head of the watcher's council, walks into the room and helps himself to an egg-white omelette.

Looking across the room he sees D'Hoffryn. Travers sighs, pulls out a notebook and writes something down and then goes to eat his breakfast.

Travers

[qtraverswatcher.livejournal.com]

Quentin Travers sits down at a table with his brunchfest waiting for Faith to get her ass out of bed to arrive.

Upon the entrance of each new person of interest, he writes something down in his notebook.

Maia

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sat at the table glancing around, she was waiting on Shawn to change this clothes. She smiled at the people are her. demon_hoffryn caught her offguard a little but she smiled warmly at him.

Re: Travers

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia glances at the man with the notebook. She smiles at him warmly and looks back down at her plate.

Re: Maia

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

Shawn looked like he had just gotten into a fight with a fashion designer, or rather his guards who forced him to change into new clothes when he argued. Yawning, he shuffles in between all six guards, he really hates this guys; he spots Maia and frantically waves at her from behind the behemoth guards.

Re: Maia

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia glances back and giggles. She smiles at the guards and waves at them. She hands her purse over winking at Shawn while it is searched.

Re: Maia

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

"They suck, they don't give me a moments peace." he sighs heavily and takes a seat next to her while a guard gets him his plate, "Atleast they're good for something, they know my diet like it's their own." he grins and snatches back her purse.

Re: Maia

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia takes the handbag back from Shawn and laughs. "well they keep you safe so I guess its ok." She looks at his outfit with a raised eyebrow and a smirk "Rough time changing?"

Re: Maia

[sfarrell.livejournal.com]

He stiffled a laugh, he hated what he was wearing right now, "Fight with the closet is more like it." he smiles and fiddles with his shirts sleeves.

Re: Maia

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia runs her hand along his back and offers him some of her fruit while the guards are still busy getting his plate. "I think you look fine.. a little um rumpled but fine. How did you sleep?"