Cafeteria, Monday Lunchtime

[seveninchmotto]

You know who went on dates in a school cafeteria?

No one.

Which was just as well because Isabelle and Raleigh weren't here on a date, either. She was crystal clear on that fact, anyway. Because she was here just to pass some time and be entertained and maybe learn a few amusing mundane factoids. Who knew about poor Raleigh?

"So," she said, stepping into that all-important place of occasionally questionable nourishment. "This is the cafeteria."

[ooc: Izzy's here with/for her not-date, but omg it's an open cafeteria post which is indeed open!]

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[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

"With the sticks and nets too," Raleigh joked.

[seveninchmotto]

Probably worked better on people for whom that wasn't actually necessary information.

Her head tilted to the side again. "What's the point in that?"

[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

"To win?" Look, don't bring logic into sport, Isabelle.

[seveninchmotto]

"And...?"

At least when you slayed demons, the prize was that they weren't going to bother anyone for a while!

[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

Well, he'd agree that a fight made way more sense.

"It's just a game. I don't think there's really a point to it."

[seveninchmotto]

"Then why do it at all?" she wondered. Clearly not grasping the concept of games very well. (Games were for kids, okay.) "Is it because there aren't enough important things to do?"

[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

"Why not?" Oh, Isabelle. Yours was a sad childhood.

[seveninchmotto]

Hey, her childhood was part of the reason she could basically cut people in half with her whip now. Her childhood was fine. Really.

"Because it's pointless."

She preferred her pointless things to be of a different sort.

[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

Raleigh just shrugged at that. "Then don't play them."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged back. Hers just came with a dazzling smile.

"I don't. Easy."