cover safe from the rain

[patricide]

Who:  Lex + whoever wants to have their character help with cleanup, you don't have to have had your character respond to the post to have them drop by, we can handwave that contact.
What: taking a break after a morning's work, treat it like a party post for cr building, yay! threadjacks encouraged
Where: The House of Ego The Luthor-Veidt residence in Brock Marsh
When: noonish Misdi
Notes: Please no trolling, Lex wouldn't have given his home address to people who weren't genuinely interested in helping.
Warnings: With all the clutter and debris, this thread might get a little dirty!

From the outside the house once again looked like it had before the abrupt arrival of the creatures. The windows had been replaced earlier and what needed to be cleared away from the yard had been done so in the morning in order to work inside during the warmer part of the day. It was a good stopping point for everyone involved.

In the kitchen Lex has set up a table with assorted sandwiches, fruit, plenty of water, and a plate filled with cookies. He takes one and begins to eat, feeling vaguely like the child who used to sneak in sweets before dinner.

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[tothelastbreath]

Someone else is already at the table, someone dressed in a shirt clearly not his own judging by how it's hanging off him. His stark white hair may lead others to assume he's much older at first glance, but anyone who cares enough to get a better look will realise this is a teenager. Almost a young man, really, though the last vestiges of baby fat have yet to be entirely stripped from his features.

Having peeked out a window to make sure they did get to all of the debris outside, he finally feels comfortable (eligible, maybe) enough to select a sandwich and start taking slow, measured bites out of it. It's easy to tell he's deliberately pacing himself, trying to make it last so he won't have to snag another too soon. Considering how much food's been provided, you'd think he needn't be so polite, but Allen doesn't seem to agree.

[patricide]

Lex doesn't want to be so far removed from other people in the city and especially not from those who have been so gracious to help him with the cleanup. With cookie in hand he walks to he young man. He can easily see the manner in which Mr. Walker is eating and it makes Lex question his graciousness as a host.

"You can help yourself to more if you want. I tend to over prepare."

[wandandsickle]

"That's good to hear," says Jones, wiping the sweat from her brow, picking up a sandwich, and taking a bite of it in one fluid motion. "Because I am seriously hungry." It's not her habit to sneeze at offered food. "Thanks, by the way, for all this," she manages, between mouthfuls, gesturing at the spread.

[tothelastbreath]

Allen's answering quirk of a smile is quick and bright, though not without a tinge of abashment for troubling his host.

"Thank you Mister Luthor, but I reckon I'd better pace myself. I've got―" A hitch, the mildly embarrassed sort that implies whatever he's about to say next will be an extreme understatement. "―quite an appetite."

That smile fills out into something warmer when he turns to Jones and adds, with good humour, "Though I suspect you'll have me beat, Miss...?"

He hasn't caught her name yet!

[wandandsickle]

Jones swallows. "Name's Jones," she says, smiling, and taking one of the chairs. "Hah, I suppose I was taught not to put good food to waste as a child. Always stuck with me. You are?"

[patricide]

"Suit yourself," Lex says to Allen, "but the offer is there if you change your mind."

At the exchange between the other two Lex excuses himself for a moment to grab a sandwich and allow them to chat.

[tothelastbreath]

"Allen Walker; pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are you new to the city as well? And that sounds like a good principle to live by if you ask me, Miss Jones." He pauses to nod in acknowledgement of Lex's words. "Perhaps I'll take Mister Luthor up on his offer."

Partially, anyway. If Allen really unleashes his frankly inhuman appetite on the spread, there will be nothing left for anyone else.

[wandandsickle]

"Yes, I'm new," says Jones, after taking another bite of sandwich. "I arrived toward the end of the... well, the business with the creatures. Quite the introduction." It's a rather serious subject, although she doesn't seem too fazed by it—in fact, from her expression, one might think she found it amusing. "I hail from a big city myself, though, so apart from... a few things... it's not too different from home."