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Post by Lucca on Mar 21, 2011 7:41:22 GMT -5
Felix was planning to try and hold back a little on eating, despite the pangs of hunger in his belly. After all, there were other Cards here too, and many of them had probably lost their homes too if they'd lived in the Selkie Lakes, as he had. So he prepared to go socialize when he found a plate being offered towards him, with enough food on it to properly fill him up, perhaps. Golden eyes widened and he looked at the man in surprise. "Oh, wow. Uh, thank you!" he said, taking the plate and managing a small smile.
"The name's Felix," he offered, shaking Emery's offered claw with a paw of his own. "And it's good to meet you, too, Emery. Uh. Are you a Selkie mix?" He couldn't think of a more delicate way to ask it, really. While waiting for an answer, he started to eat, this time actually more able to enjoy the food, though he still barely cared what it even was. Food sure did taste good when you were hungry, the Porcupine half thought to himself.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 28, 2011 21:15:09 GMT -5
"I don't think many of the sick ones actually survived. I mean, there's Rowan but I don't know if she counts exactly... she does have that weird stuff coming from her eyes though." The bird frowned a bit at the thought. Was Rowan supposed to come to this little get together? She hadn't actually been paying attention. Oh well. "But I'm sure some of the survivors can tell you what the sicks ones looked like. No one here seems to be particularly fooled by your colors."--- Ez was slowly checking off topics that needed to be discussed. Getting protection from the courts, grief counseling and maybe a few light hearted things shoved in there to prevent people from bursting into tears? The sparrow felt a twinge of unhappiness bubble up, before he could dwell on it the door opened.  A familiar mouse with no tail walked in, looking slightly chipper and accomplished. The sparrow's eyebrow quirked as the man came over to join him. "Do you have the list I asked for?"
"Of course, I could would never go back on my word," Ayden pulled a small envelope from his vest pocket, offering it to the sparrow. "And there should be at least one person I spoke to personally who will be attending the meeting. He spoke to a few of his living associates so I can only hope they attend as well.""You are a life saver," The sparrow said as he slit open the envelope with a talon. A list of people who had survived the epidemic to date. At least the people who wanted to be found and weren't potentially locked in a basement. He would take the imperfection over knowing nothing any day. It at least gave him a few names to potentially look up. ---  The pug mix stood outside the door for a few moments staring up at the sign. West Lakes Shipping? This seemed to be the right place, and he could hear voices inside. The mouse had seemed rather honest about the meeting. He had said he was going to attend, and he honestly shouldn't back down at a time like this. It wasn't like he had many places to go, and finding a job that wouldn't get him knocked over the head and dragged off was proving difficult. And it was better than dwelling on the thoughts of his mother's slow and painful death. Maybe his bastard father was dead to? That would be a wonderful consultation. With a heavy sigh Wyatt pushed the door open, and quietly squeezed his way through the door. He made a point of slowly shutting it as well so he wouldn't bring attention to himself. Slowly he made his way over to what looked to be free food. That was a nice touch. It certainly lightened his mood.
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Post by Callypso on May 31, 2011 17:24:55 GMT -5
Oh boy.
Emery wasn’t sure he could handle the surprised look the porcupine gave him. It was a look of disbelief, surprise and gratitude. There was no telling what this Card had been through in the last couple weeks, but it was obvious that he had been taking some abuse lately. A simple gesture, an offering of food, seemed to rattle the poor thing.
Once more, Emery struggled against the dive his psyche wanted to take – to contemplate his own lot in life. It was the gratitude that chapped his ass the most. Though he’d never want to relive the events of the War over again, Emery couldn’t help but feel cheated. He’d been a leader, had helped people. Sure, he’d been scoffed at and taunted along the way, but he’d still been useful. Still done what he’d set out to do. It was hard to return to a life of low expectations and hiding. The Selkie had no idea who Emery was, and the bird/chipmunk was half-tempted to rip off his vest and show the world what he was.
The Ace shrugged his shoulders as if to casually fend off his treacherous thoughts. Loudly touting his distasteful rank wasn’t going to help him or anyone else. At least with a small disguise, carefully tailored clothing, he could pretend to belong to society. He could make a difference. For a little while, anyway.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips when asked about his heritage. There was a little bit of confusion, and maybe some desperation in the question. He grasped the other man’s paw firmly but gently and tried to smile.
I’m afraid not. For good or ill, this blue is Villa. Alohilani asked me to join her and I couldn’t say no. We could all use a little extra support these days…
Especially when the room is so empty, he thought to himself. His presence meant that there was at least a little less empty space. Could this really be all that was left of the Selkies? Or were they in hiding, afraid to be ambushed by some Corvie in wait, or unable to handle the stares that followed in their wake wherever they went? Emery couldn’t blame them. He understood what it was to be an anomaly.
Still, this was quite a sad little representation of what was left of the Lakelanders, and desperately hoped more would show up.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 1, 2011 9:20:48 GMT -5
Felix blinked honest, weary eyes at Emery as strange emotions flitted across the other Card's face. Felix had no idea what they were, but most of him didn't care. He was, very simply, tired of dealing with what other Cards thought of him. It had never bothered him before, so why should it now? Now that he was a rarity, where before white fur and blue swirls were so common no one would give a second glance. Well, except that they did notice his quills. That was a bit more uncommon.
He liked drawing attention, usually. But lately, Felix felt like it was all the wrong kinds of attention. He rubbed at his head with a paw, scratching near his quills. "Ah, too true, my man," he said sagely, nodding. "We all need somebody to lean on--WHOA hi there!" Abruptly, in the middle of starting to sing even, the Porcupine noticed another Card approaching the table. This one was obviously Selkie and some sort of Canine. Felix liked Canines, even if they sometimes brought up painful memories.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 1, 2011 16:57:32 GMT -5
Wyatt had been doing his best to blend in, but that was fairly difficult considering how sparsely filled the room was. He should have half expected someone talking to him, but he jumped slightly anyway. With slightly wider eyes than intended he turned to look at the porcupine and company.
"Hello, um... I'm Wyatt, nice to meet you all." He said with a bit of a smile and a wave of his free paw. He hand managed to snag a few odds and ends before he was caught off guard, and he wasn't about to drop them. He hadn't had a decent meal without being stared at in a while. He popped a sugary doughnut in his mouth and practically inhaled it. Maybe he should try to have a proper conversation? Not like he knew what to say. This entire thing was still surreal.
The porcupine looked worse for the wear but he seemed to have a cheerful personality. The cat looked well off--probably came from a well endowed family, and her companion looked similar. There was also a weird sparrow in pink, a gentlemen mouse without a tail (who he had briefly spoken to before) and two children. Overall it was a depressing turn out, but better than sitting alone and worrying about being attacked at random.
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