My Village is Number One

[Bjorn]

"Okay," Bjorn says.  "We're all friends, right?  Then let's put our various weapons away and go have breakfast."

[Halbarad]

"Breakfast sounds great," Tim agrees. "I don't even know when we last ate."

[Rezantis]

"I'm not feeling particularly hungry or particularly talkative," Rez shrugs, smiling a bit to take any sting out of it, "I might go get a bit of practice, chat to She Who Brought Cookies, and think on stuff.  I'll chat to you all later."

[Brian]

Nathan trudges off.

Nathan now moves to It's a Beautiful Morning With You.

Bart has everyone follow him to building number one.  Surprisingly, the interior of this building is different from number eight.  There's essentially only three rooms downstairs.  Bathroom, kitchen, and dining area.  The kitchen's a bit bigger here, too.  Peeking upstairs reveals barracks-style rooms and bunk-beds.

The old woman, Anita, is in the kitchen, and a few Workshop stragglers (Bjorn recognizes the signers), are at caffeteria-style seats in a corner.  There's no drink bar, but someone set out a big container of orange juice (from concentrate).  Anita seems a bit surprised to see so many people come in, but only shrugs, and starts preparing a large skillet of scrambled eggs.  Some still-warmed hashed browns, sausage, and a collection of unopened instant oatmeal packets sit on a table nearby, along with a thermos of (one hopes) hot water.  Flatware and clean plates abound on this table.

[Halbarad]

Tim relaxes his concentration as the group enters the house, letting his staff vanish. As he enters the building, the smell of food reminds him just how hungry he really is. In short order he's collected a plate of eggs and sausage and a large glass of orange juice, seating himself at a clear space at one of the tables to engage in his best meal of the day.

[Carthrat]

"This is remarkably unsurprising," deadpans Tom, quickly assembling his own meal. He's not exactly a big guy, but he looks fairly solid, has a few days of beard growth, and a goofy looking ponytail that's really far too short to look good, but long enough to be noticable. One way or the other, it doesn't fit with the rest of his hair, which could put MacGuyver to shame.

"I guess you called me Carthrat before... but hey. Old times. So, Drac, Phillip, ok. I recognized Rez from just then, which leaves a few people I don't know. Are you guys from before as well, or somewhere else?"

[Dracos]

Dracos followed along, gathering a plate that was sized for someone about twice his size.

Sitting down and starting he took a second at Carthrat's query to point at Ginrai and Bjorn.  "This is Ginrai, Parthipan.  You know?  Quiet op in void?  And Bjorn, he of little face."

Dracos

[Brian]

Bigfire sits nearby, Sterling and Walker talking in low tones with Walker about their prior adventure together.  For the most part, Bart is recounting his escape from the Workshop, which seems to involve a lot of Bjorn and Nathan shooting people with fire or cutting them in half with bare hands.

[Carthrat]

"I gets you. Parth, Bjorn, good to meet you. Hardly knew you guys at all before, but I suppose I'll get to now."

Tom starts to tuck in, though he's more picking at his food than diving in to eat.

"I believe now is an appropriate time to ask 'What's the story?', eh?"

[Dracos]

"Ah, the story is long and involves many explosions, spiders, and how many times a wizard can be flung from a catapault flinging lighting at maurading orcs.  The answer, as would be found out, is not fourty two.  Where would you like me to begin?  With us hacking computers across the country?  Acquiring of superpowers?  Having every building we sit down in for more than thirty eight seconds blown up?  On that note, we really ought move."

Dracos

[Brian]

Daniel's danger sense does not seem to detect any current or impending building explosions.

[Carthrat]

"I'll settle for 'What's with this place?' for now," replies Tom, wryly. "You know you're crazy when you listen to everything you just said, and are willing to take it for face value.

But at some point, I really need to sit down with someone who can tell me just what's going on, and I bet most of this room does, too."

OOC: Though I have no objections to it being declared, 'Bjorn and Drac tell an abridged version of the story. You now know stuff. >_>

[Dracos]

"This is New Delphi, our home base and new home of she who brings cookies.   It's also notably my first time here too.  Bjorn took some refuges from California over here after that big disaster over there that was likely all over the news."

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"First things first. Since I at least know, and marginally trust you, Drac, question. Does 'Order of Symmetry' mean anything to you?"

[Dracos]

"Aye, they be a collection of liars, riff-raff, and mongrels who traverse the land with some notion of saving the world, leaving explosions in their wake as they battle against two world spanning religious organizations with similar notions learning about love, justice, and IBC rootbeer.  Some say that they were recently in italy snubbing explorers and participating in a complex game of backstabby.  Some say that they call New Delphi their base and enjoy a good egg breakfast."

Dracos takes a moment to enjoy his meal before it goes cold.  "But what do some know?  I mean, it's not like they give clear answer's like "you've found them"."

Dracos