(2015-08-07) Practical Joke or Great Idea
Practical Joke or Great Idea
Summary: Dixie isn't sure, but Quinton things it's a great idea. Piper, who knows what she thinks.
Date: 8.7.2015
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Dining Hall

The dining hall is a dome shaped building fully capable of holding upwards of 500 people. Tables and chairs surround a large round fireplace that takes up the center of the main room. The walls are mostly windows that let tons of light through so additional lighting isn't need until after the sun is down. In the back a set of double doors, flanked by bookshelves, leads to the kitchen. On each side of the bookshelves is a door to bathrooms, men left, women right. The bookshelves themselves are full of books and boardgames. There is an upright piano partially blocking the view out one set of windows.

A new addition has been recently added to the room. The lower half of several windows have been covered over with corkboard covered plywood. Already they are starting to be covered with lists of things people want/need and things people want to trade for, like goods or lessons.

Sure it's after 10AM, but it seems that Dixie is a recent arrival. While there's still some food on offer for the late comings, it seems that she may of fed herself during a patrol, or once again, maybe she isn't hungry. She's doodling in an old notepad that is labelled National Guard, and she's doing it on the back of pages she once used for incidents and reports before the alien arrival..

Quinton was up with the sun and out before most had thought about breakfast. It wasn't a great outing, but he was doing a lot more sky searching than actual scavenging. His backpack doesn't look empty though as he steps into the hall, giving a soft nod to Dixie and her sketchbook. His hair looks slightly windblown, either he was somewhere with wind, or ran at some point and he didn't bother to try to fix it. Despite that, he looks more rested than he has in the past few days. His backpack is set down and he moves towards the kitchen area.

Dixie eyes Quinton as he enters, and she actually does frown. She rests both of her hands on the table as she stands up. "Porkchop, if you ain't too busy, you don't know anything about a mannequin, a silver painted broomstick and a broken scope taped to said broom stick do you?" She takes a deep breath as she regards him for a few moments, and then sits back down. It seems that she may have stumbled across someone's practical joke, or something like that.

While Quinton is heading into the kitchen, Piper and her flock of younglings are coming out. Probably after having taken care of their own breakfast dishes. She holds the door as the five rush out and past the man with a chorus of greetings for him. Since she is there she continues to hold the door to let him through giving him a smile of greeting. She only manages to catch part of what Dixie has to say due to her arriving in the middle of it, so she looks somewhat perplexed at the question,

Quinton doesn't actually step through the door, the total wave of children and hellos has him freeze in place and smile at them as they pass. He starts to say hello to Piper, but doesn't even get that out before the odd question from Dixie has him turning his full attention to the woman. "No?" That sounds horrible. He tilts his head, brow furrowed waiting to see if she's going to elaborate.

Dixie regards Quinton for a few moments before giving a little nod. "I spent six hours yesterday in a ditch waiting for said mannequin to move from it's spot in a barn's upper floor," she admits. "It didn't move, I didn't move." She actually gives a soft laugh. "If it wasn't you. I'm guessing that someone who lived around here had wicked sense of humor." She glances towards Piper and her flock, and raises her hand up in a friendly greeting.

It seems Piper and the kids weren't the only one in the kitchen. With the door being held open the kittens make a bid for freedom as well, scampering out around the two standing in the doorway. The children greet Dixie in passing as the leave to go play outside. This leaves Piper with just the infant, both he and her are too big for the snuggie so she just holds him on her hip. She watches the kids a moment and then focuses on Dixie and her anecdote. She furrows her brow, she thinks it’s a cruel joke to pull on someone these days, maybe one day it will be funny, but today is not that day.

Quinton can't help it, he chuckles. Probably an odd sound compared to his closed off guarded demeanor the last few days. "Maybe….maybe it was just set up to do just that…mock up protection…not a bad idea if they were short handed…." Today must be a better day! He then gives Dixie an inquisitive look, unsure why she asked him, of all people. But instead of asking that he turns and looks at the kids again, "How's the…" Oh, there they are. He crunches down to pet the kittens as they pass. It's silly, but he feels better knowing he saved them. Like he did some good.

Dixie offers polite hellos to the children, as they pass. Though the kittens get a look from Dixie. At first she looks worried, as if they could be a food source, then she grins when she realizes that they're pets. "Aww! They're cute! Oh, bless them." she comments cheerfully. It only lasts for a few moments, until she remembers she's been trying to play the angle of being hard and slight frigid. She raises her hand up to her mouth and coughs once, and her shoulders slump. "Oh, I was hoping that someone would be willing to own up to it," she admits. "Because it's not a bad idea at all."

Piper looks thoughtful at the explanation Quinton offers, that sounds more reasonable than a practical joke and practical as well. She gives a sigh, there is no way she is going to easily be able to herd the kittens back into the kitchen so she disappears into it a moment, and returns with a laundry basket, with a few old towels and makeshift kitten toys in it. It works for a snug kitty bed. Setting the basket down she can only shrug, she has no idea who did it.

uh huh. Kittens and afraid of storms. Hard and frigid. Quin shakes his head slightly, starting to gather the kittens when he realizes that's what piper's intent is. "We can still do it…make like….scarecrows…" Stuff overalls if they can't find mannequins. The poet turns, still crouched down to place two of the kittens inside the basket…he should try to find more laundry baskets….

Dixie looks tempted to help with kitten herding, but she seems to decide against it. She regards Piper for a few moments, and then Quinton. "As long as our people know where they are," she comments. "Other wise, it could lead to incorrect reports." She wrinkles her nose up before glancing back towards the kitties that Quinton is collecting. Must resist kitties!

Two kittens in the basket still means four running around. And just because they are put in the basket doens't mean they stay there. They are big enough to climb out now. It's a scene that makes Piper stifle a laugh. She listens to both as she watches, then taps the tip of her nose, probably signalling that they are on to something and/or she thinks its a good idea.

Quinton's not had a ton of dealings with the kittens, so he turns his back, assuming they'll stay where he puts them and picks up another one. He just blinks at Dixie and then dead pan says, "Well…yes. telling people would be …prudent." There's a holler from outside, no pain, it sounds like some kind of argument has started up. The poet stands up, looks at Piper and offers, "I'll take care of it." Give her a small break anyway. As he passes Dixie the kitten is handed off. Maybe he recognized her want, to maybe he's just passing. Who knows with Quin. The door is opened and he's soon in the middle of some argument over a stick…or is it who's out? What are they even playing?!?!

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