[log] Walk in harmony

[orbislife]

Who: Zenyatta and others
What: Talking about ways to keep Home in harmony and talk about what's going on in a more group-like format. Related to Zenyatta's billboard post earlier
Where: Home's sitting area on the first floor
When: Backdated to Day 4, sunset
Other: Party style log. Zenyatta will have his own top if you want to interact with him specifically

By now, Zenyatta hopes that anyone who is interested in talking about the situation and how to keep Home in harmony has seen the notes he left on the bulletin board. Sunset comes, so he removes the old notes and piles them neatly on the table. (Just in case one of the people he conversed with wants to keep the note.) Zenyatta does leave his message of "Hello world. ( ´ ▽ ` )" up. He likes it there.

There are many questions and different experiences among them. A chance to talk with one another will help make their stay easier. This situation is strange, but it need not be an unpleasant one.

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Zenyatta

[orbislife]

[ Zenyatta sits cross legged in a chair, the closest he has been to floating since he arrived here. Even if someone does not have something to say about said topics, Zenyatta is very open to listening and answering what questions he can. He may ask questions back. Still a teacher, even here. ]

Greetings. How are you?

[ Yes, the metal man can talk. He is not a statue. ]

[aghostinthemachine]

[It's good to see another robot around asides from himself. As much as he's enjoyed interacting with mostly humans, it can get lonely being the only one of his "kind." So as soon as he sets eyes on Zenyatta, he takes a seat next to him.]

I'm doing quite well, darling~ And yourself?

[Best to start with small talk, right?]

[nekohohoho]

[As it happens, Kuroo sees Zenyatta before Mettaton, or he might've gotten confused over who called the meeting.]

Hey, you're the guy I talked to through those notes, right?

[He doesn't know if a robot counts as a 'guy'. He's not even sure robots like this have any concept of gender. But Kuroo's experience with the Judge has taught him that when in doubt, treat any new creature - or sufficiently animate object - like he would another person, with the same level of basic respect. This is how he'd approach another person, so he figures it's appropriate enough for approaching a robot.]

[chattychat]

I have been doing quite well, my meditative ally.

[And don't mind the Judge as he comes to nestle on Zenyatta's legs again.]

There has been a steady supply of small creatures for me to prey on, and I imagine that shall make many pleased that my stomach is not one they need concern themselves with.

Rainbow Dash

[elementofloyalty]

[Ugh, a bunch of talking. What's the big deal? Is it really gonna be so hard for everypony to just get along? Sheesh.]

[Looking a little sour about the whole process, Rainbow has taken a seat -- in midair, with her wings beating steadily to hold her in place. She's mostly watching from her superior vantage point, more curious about all the humans and things who are here than the actual discussion. Which means she's liable to drift closer to interesting-looking people (which is most of them, let's be real) with undisguised curiosity.]

[horseproblems]

<sub>[Maurice can't help but watch Rainbow hold her place in the air as easily as an enormous hummingbird with equal parts both wonder and envy. Now why couldn't he have been saddled with a pair of wings instead of a bunch of hooves?]

[As soon as she looks his way, Maurice averts his eyes, trying to stare into the middle-distance and listen to the group discussion. It wouldn't do him any favors to feel sorry for himself.]</sub>

[itsjustanaccount]

[Considering their perfectly civil conversation from before, Tsukishima probably isn't on Rainbow Dash's list of interesting people. But that doesn't mean he's not going to talk to her anyway, probably while she's distracted by someone else.]

How fast can you fly, anyway?

Sarangerel Dalamiq and Dread Thunderstorm

[sweetnessandfight]

[They had decided to tag-team this meeting--while Sara hadn't responded to Zenyatta's note, the idea was a sound one, and so she wouldn't miss this meeting for the world.

She looks up at her much-taller better half, pondering.]

You might want to find a seat.

[This way he's less imposing, and she can lean against the arm of the chair and take her ease, too. This might take a while to hash out.]

[chattychat]

[Sorry, were you two talking? The Judge has immediately come over at the sight of a familiar face, but he's quickly gotten distracted by sniffing over at Dread's boots. His ears perk up.]

You smell strongly of one another even in such an abrupt change of situation such as the one we have all found ourselves in! You are family, then, or perhaps lovers?

[What's subtlety]

Hisame Narukami

[devoursgods]

[Hisame is by himself when he comes to the meeting room. He had left Tatara and Mao behind in the room they had woken up when they had decided to take a nap. It doesn't take him long for him to find an empty seat to sit in and he can't help but look around briefly. He had only talked to a few people since waking up in this place so there were a lot of people he had yet to engage in actual conversation with.]

[orbislife]

[ Zenyatta is not entirely sure how to hold a gathering like this. He was never one to hold talks with large groups of people. That was done by his late brother and others in the Shambali, not him. ]

Greetings. Thank you for coming.

[chattychat]

[One of those people is certainly a talking cat which is pawing up at Hisame's leg to look at him.]

Greetings! In the interest of discourse, may I ask what mundane issues are possibly troubling you?

Mettaton

[aghostinthemachine]

[This certainly is a colorful cast of denizens. Mettaton doesn't hide his curiousity and wonderment as he glances at the other housemates. And while normally he'd be chatting up a storm, posing, showing off his legs, and other narcissistic behavioral traits, the fact that this situation is such an unfamiliar one to him, the robot has mostly kept to himself.

So he simply sits near Zenyatta, shapely legs crossed, and his gloved hands folded over his lap, waiting for someone else to start the conversation.]

[nekohohoho]

[Okay, so there's two robots. Apparently Zenyatta's going to have to be more specific in the future, and not just identify himself as 'the one made of metal'.

Luckily, Kuroo ran into Zenyatta first, so confusion was averted. There's nothing but curiosity making him approach Mettaton. He's significantly different in build than Zenyatta is, and much more human-looking. Possibly from a totally different world than Zenyatta.

He wonders what his roommate thinks of all these robots.]

Hey. I'm sure you get this all the time, but - you're a robot, right? [He knows it's not an ingenious opening line, hence the mildly sardonic lead-in. There's a quirk of his lips that's as much directed at himself as anyone.]

[chattychat]

[Since the Judge has already happily taken up space on one of Zenyatta's knees, it only feels polite to start up a conversation with a familiar face.]

And how are you doing, my friend? It seems you have not run into any difficulties with your metallic physiology here.

Sam Winchester

[escapedestiny]

[Though Sam hadn't felt the need to respond to the bulletin board with anything additional after everyone else had left notes, he'd read over them all and approved of the ideas. He's spoken to a few people and looked through the books in the study multiple times over the last few days, but other than that he seems to have kept mostly to himself so far.

The first twenty-four hours he was here he'd spent focused on finding answers and trying to come up with some sort of plan. His thoughts about what had happened to him before he'd woken up here and what that could mean took over soon after that though, and he's been drowning in his own head since.

He looks pretty deep in thought even now, standing in the first floor sitting area with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, leaning against the wall. He's staring at the floor, brows knitted.]

[orbislife]

[ Even without his usual abilities, Zenyatta can see that this young man has much on his mind. Perhaps he can help. ]

I sense disquiet in your soul. What troubles you?

[itsjustanaccount]

[Yeah, sorry, Sam. Tsukishima understands wanting to not talk, god does he know, but this is sort of a group effort. And you're an actual adult compared to this small gaggle of Japanese teenagers. So have the tall blond one speaking up.]

Excuse me, sir?

Kuroo Tetsurou

[nekohohoho]

[Kuroo's thoughts have been quite active, even if his behavior so far since arriving here has been nothing but relatively casual - if thorough - investigating of their new surroundings. So when he shows up at the meeting today - with as many volleyball players in tow as he can convince or actively drag with him - he's got a purpose.

He sits down with his legs under him, surveying the crowd.]

...so. Given that we're stuck here, and that this place hasn't really provided us with basics like food, and we don't have any way of bringing in more money than we woke up with here...it might be best for us to pool what resources we've got for basic supplies, at least until we find some way of bringing in cash. I don't know about the robots, but all of us fleshy people - and animals - have to eat. And it'd be easier to organize feeding everyone, and buying food for everyone, if we had a house fund and bought for the group, instead of everyone having to buy for themselves.

We might also want to assign people to cooking duty. Rotational. I doubt everyone here actually knows how to cook. People who can't cook can pitch in around the place in other ways.

What do the rest of you think?

[itsjustanaccount]

[Tsukishima would have come here even if Kuroo hadn't tried to drag everyone he knew to it. He's sitting nearby close to Yamaguchi, to the surprise of probably no one, and listens to everyone carefully.]

Do you think people could get jobs in Domina, that town? Even a little bit of income is better than nothing.

[controlledfajing]

I agree with the food fund. But, when it comes to cooking, we have to keep in mind anyone's dietary restriction. It's not fair for someone to pitch in money, only to come home and see that they can't eat a meal.

[ I-Pin had seen a pegasus and a centaur. It'd be hard to believe that everyone in the house had a diet that matched. ]

Maybe we should make a list of what people can't eat?

Tsukishima

[itsjustanaccount]

[Talk of food and money is all well and good, but there's something he wants to put out there as well.]

How and what are we going to define as "public property", as it were? If someone were to steal something like- [shit is kurokawa here, what else can he say] -food that's been meant for dinner, for example, it'd be a nuisance for everyone. That counts for things like tools as well, or medical supplies.

[nekohohoho]

An even better question is what do you do with someone who's causing problems for the group like that, honestly. We've got a big group here; we're practically a small town ourselves. But if we're going to be laying down our own rules, we'll need to have some way to enforce them. Especially if the concern is some people may not be inclined to follow them just out of the goodness of their hearts.

Maurice

[horseproblems]

_{[Maurice is honestly more of a listener than a talker. He's found himself a spot as far away from the entrance as he can in attempts to take up less space. The centaur sits awkwardly on his haunches, arms folded, and ears turning toward every sound.]}

[chattychat]

[Well, the current sound will be the padding of paws on wood as the Judge trots over to investigate the equine in their midst.]

It seems as though this place is not taking into mind your unique anatomy, but I would hope you are comfortable enough.

I-Pin

[controlledfajing]

[ Unsure if it the meeting was supposed to be run like a Socratic seminar, where everyone had free reign, I-Pin observed the group for a bit. Listening to the others suggestions, she couldn't help but raise a hand and bring up her own concerns. ]

I actually started making a list of chores that all of us should complete. I'm sure more can be added, and maybe the chores can be assigned via roommate pairs? We could have a rotate it per week, too!

[ She brought out a piece of paper filled with bullet points and crossmarks. ]

So, maybe things like sweeping the hallways and stairs, cooking, washing dishes, keeping certain areas of the house clean... Oh, and, err... Uhm, cleaning the outhouse....

[amorality]

[Like hell he's going to waste time with something like that! Ryan will clean his own spaces, that's about it.]

I do hope people capable of taking on specialized jobs won't be included in this list of yours. I will be busy setting up a lab and a rudimentary medical clinic. I don't have time to be a maid.

Ryan Walker

[amorality]

[For most of this little gathering he'll be sitting and taking notes. It's not until he's fairly certain that everyone's done asking stupid questions that Ryan finally speaks up:]

In addition to the many things we lack here, we don't have any proper medical facilities to speak of. I've been gathering what I can find at least — bandages, some salves, and so on. Unfortunately, I can't really venture that far beyond this tree on my own. If anyone is willing to bring things in, I'd appreciate it. Additionally, does anyone else here have any experience with medicine? I'm capable of treating humans, but people with knowledge about some of the other species wandering about here would be appreciated.

[orbislife]

If can find away to use my abilities from home, I would be able to help with medical aid for various peoples. However, until that time, I will help collect necessary supplies.

[ Zenyatta already suspects few would be able to help him should he be injured. Mechanics and doctors are similar in function, but putting a cast on an Omnic's broken leg will not help it to heal. There is a technological gap that is present. ]