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Jordan stared at Rep.



He gave up.

Rep gave Jordan a big beaming smile, interpreting the deadpan look as stunned approval. Look, he was helping the newbies.

"I like to like, shove Tracey in one when he gets too bitchy. You can't summon though while they are in it so they are silent but its ******** dangerous and you break them and it costs a mint. So don't ******** break them."

Kostya's version of beaming was a straightening of his back and a nod in acknowledgement, but beam he did. Slinking into the seat like an alleycat, he sat far enough back from the table that Mimsy could see Tuck without a problem. There wasn't really any food, yet, was there? Maybe he needed to order.

"Spasiba," he sighed, making himself comfortable, peering a the menu. How incredibly expensive it all looked.

He turned to Tuck, and made a sad, pitiful face with a shrug. "Am hoping," he whispered back, but from the way he fidgeted with his hands...

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Stiffly taking one step after the other, Mimsy diligently tried to redirect all of her remaining energy towards not thinking about the fact that they were going to dinner.

Her eyes were unobservant, lost in a sea of reasoning best meant for lines on paper, something visible and responsible instead of hidden logic that tangled inward on itself, muddling her thoughts. She did not want to sit at a table. She did not want to have food served to her. She did not want to make plans or conversation.

She nodded in agreement to Kostya, though sitting among strangers had not even been an option on her 'Get Through Dinner' checklist. The twitch of her fingers was the only indication that she was not nearly as composed as she pretended to be.

She sat, her teeth clenched together, and glared at the menu with an intensity that should have set it on fire. Under more normal circumstances, Tuck probably would not have received much gratitude for saving seats for them. Because she was being rude right now, he got absolutely nothing.

Svensyl sang like an exuberant housewife who was intoxicated by the promise of cleanliness. In reality, it was more the promise of her steady unraveling (finally) that had put him in such a mood; she couldn't bring herself to speculate deeply enough to try to understand his reasoning, so she let him sing and stared in silence.

Rep caught the tone immediately in Jordan's voice and it worked, albeit for much narrower a window of time than usual. He clammed up, completely derailed his train of thought and looked like he might go back to rearranging the cutlery into suitable chaos, until Quinn asked a question and he simply couldn't ******** help but answer direct questions. The cowed expression melted right back into that predatory grin.

"Its a like animated like ******** thing like sciency runicky, walks about and s**t you can put people minds or weapon minds in them and you don't ******** die. You were in one probably like, on your trial, unless you were some ******** pansy little tit who didn't have a trial and got recruited in a ******** hipster gallery. But they are ******** useful. As long as yer no fighting."

Melvin looked back up when his wine was given, setting it down and then taking the replaced silverware, inspected it, and set it down. The waiter took this as silent approval. "I'd like menu 3, please." He informed him, handing his menu over as the waiter wrote and thanked him on his great choice.

Neatly lining up everything, he took a sip of his wine and glanced at the table. It was very hard to ignore the loud mouth red-head not even getting the their superiors were here and he was just yelling out top secret information. No one else seemed to be helping until Rep finally got the damn point. Good too since Melvin kept turning his salad fork over and wanting to jab his own hand with it to keep himself quiet. Instead, he kept glancing to Rin, reminding himself to, once again (always again) to keep quiet.

Setting his wine glass back down, he continued to listen. Quiet. Not asking a thing.

Well, he thought, that was at least two different ways to explain the same thing essentially. It sounded like there were many uses for these golems. The gears inside his mind were practically whirling with this new information. "So we can actually see them walk around and be themselves?" And your paid for this small chance of sanity? "Im guessing they sometimes get out of control..." Honestly the thought of Oki walking about, at the moment, was a frightening one. He doubted he could control him if he was in a different body.

Given the chance Quinn could keep firing off questions. He made a note to ask about this 'runicky' stuff later. Quinn was slowly realizing how much technology must really be available to them. "... I thought all of us went through that little personal piece of hell. The trials i mean." Jokes on your rep though, he went through the trials sure... but even inside the trials he ran away like a '******** pansy'. Not that he would voice that out loud at the moment.

He paused, and looked up at Jordan. "...Oh. Oops. Sorry." Even though the words were directed at Rep, he decided that it might be best to shush up either way too. At least Quinn did not have to ask the Red head, Rep apparently, what his name was. It was the same with Candace, he had heard her name and put 2+2 together. Though she was someone he wouldnt mind asking. "...What should i call you, by the way?" No one had spoken the other guys name, so he had to be direct and ask.