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Who:

refinedmaestro

consultmybooks

folkloristic,

shadedsunlight,

polishrule, and

readingwishbone
What:A long overdue dinner and a gathering of friends, new and old.
When: Early evening, Wednesday, September 14th
Where: CH 7, kitchen/dining area of floor 4 and maybe 5
Summary: A month ago, Ginia promised Giles, Frederic, and Helios dinner. Now that they're all finally back, and with new friends joining them, it's time to eat!
Rating: PG, PG-13ish if people want to get cuddly.

As discussed, no posting order due to all the people involved. First thread is cooking and set-up, second is for the actual dinner. If you want to do a specific thread (like Helios blowing something up), put any pertinant info in the subject. Timeline is roughly chronological, thread jump at will, and have fun! Prose or action tags are good.

...And let's not set CH7 on fire.

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Frederic leans in and whispers into Poland's ear. "Are you all right?"

Poland nods and takes a sip of his drink with his free hand. "Totally, yeah."

Frederic continues holding Poland's hand then uses his own free hand to sip his drink. "I'm simply making sure you're all right."

Poland squeezes that hand and smiles a little at him. "Worrywart."

Frederic frowns slightly, but still holds his hand. "I am not a worrywart."

Poland's smile turns more into a smirk as he shrugs. "Okay, worrywart."

Frederic sighs and takes another sip of his drink. "I am not a worrywart. Please stop calling me that."

Poland still seems amused as he teases him. "What'll you do if I don't?"

Frederic gives Poland a small smirk then leans in close. "I might do something drastic."

Poland blushes at that and then he laughs, trying not to bring too much attention to them.

Frederic squeezes Poland's hand gently then whispers more into his ear. "I'm sorry, I only teasing."

Poland nods, giving him a shrug as he smiles. His way of telling him it's okay. "You can totally show me drastic later, though."

Frederic lets go of Poland's hand then gets up from the table for a moment to look out the window of the dining area, as if much is on his mind.

Poland frowns. Did he say something wrong? He gets up awkwardly and taps his shoulder. "Um, Fryderyk?"

Frederic turns to look at Poland and smiles. "Oh Feliks, I apologize. I...needed to step away from the table for a moment to think."

Poland pouts at him. "Why?"

Frederic sighs then frowns. "I am nervous about this production, what if something goes wrong or I do not do my job properly?"

Poland sighs, feeling relieved. "See? Worrywart. It'll be cool.]

Frederic sighs with him and frowns more. "I've never done something such as this before."

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