061 ± [visual / location: the black friar] done with all the circlin' round

[aintnoconvict]

"All right, I'll try and make this quick:"

Glitch? Getting to the point in a reasonable amount of time? Is it possible?

"For those who don't know me: my name's Glitch, I'm that guy who's been here since forever and kinda know the most about all the...stuff that goes on here. Sorta."

No, no it is not.

"Anyway, ah...I've been studying the lighthouse and found some peculiarities with the light-beam thingy which I wanna discuss with everyone. Or most of you, if you can make it. Plus there was that whole hanging out and having drinks thing which I mentioned before all the stuff north of the river happened-- hey we can talk about that too."

Yeah he is taking notes now, all frowny and confuzzled.

"Right! Unless you've got something drastic going on, let's meet at the Black Friar after sundown for the...sunlight-avoidant. First round of drinks is on me. See you later."


ooc: Gathering of the citizens! This is a mingle log so tag in, tag each other, frolic away. I will be adding a tag of Glitch discussing his Very Scientific Observations and there will e a Q&A to follow which I hope will e full of threadjacking. And here havesome pub details. Go go go!

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[personaldemon]

"I suppose that's a fairly benign way to come by a name." He can't throw stones. Even aside from 'Blood', he'd been the only person in all of sodding England to be named after a Greek mythological figure back in the fifth century.

The next statement makes him smile, a brief cynical curve of his lips as he tilts his cup slightly to indicate the rest of the room.

"Oh, I don't know about that. We all have the commonality of being prisoners, after all."

[skinandbone]

"Yes, but otherwise..."

"...we are all humanoid, I suppose, and built on a similar scale. None of us is so tiny as to be carelessly smushed, or the opposite." His eyes flick acoss the room, seeking out other points of similarity. "...we are all relatively social too I guess."

[personaldemon]

"If by 'social' you mean we're all here," Jason concedes. "That is perhaps less an inclination to socialize than it is common sense to share information on our mutual captors."

Stop being argumentative for no reason, Jason.

He maybe thinks something similar, for he turns his teacup in his fingers, studying the brown liquid, then says, "I suppose I ought thank you for your... help... during that juvenile interlude. That was not me in any significant sense of the word, but all the same I imagine I wouldn't have enjoyed being set upon by a teenaged lynch mob."

[skinandbone]

"I mean - so far as I know, no one has gone haring off into the wilderness or retreated into a room and not come out for a month. Or perhaps I just haven't been around long enough to hear about that?"

A smile quirks across his face. "It - you do seem to have grown up quite a bit, yes. And you're welcome, though I think you would have thought to run a moment or two later anyway."

[personaldemon]

Jason supposes a good deal of his own behavior prior to the high school glitch could be considered 'retreating into one's room'. He decides not to mention that.

"I know Remus Lupin spends most of his time in the woods, but I doubt that's from anti-socialness per se." More likely fear, a fear Jason can empathize with.

He permits himself a small snort at Metody's words. "I hope that I would have. Though I seem to have been transformed into a singularly .... stupid young man, during that, so I suppose we can be sure of nothing."

He looks Metody over, stare lingering a few seconds longer than is strictly polite, then back down to his teacup. He is weighing this Metody with the Metody of the glitch-- superficially they seem similar, but, well...

"Our captors appear to have a bizarre sense of humor."