PRESCOTT BLOOD DRIVE

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BLOOD DRIVE

GIVE US YOUR BLOOD

Prescott Fire Station is holding a blood drive! Anyone in the Quad in the giving spirit is invited to drop by and drop off a pint. Please only donate your own blood, and straight from the source—dusty mason jars full of mystery blood will not be accepted at this time.

Make sure to stick around post-donation; Arlo Rattray is cooking up vegan pancakes shaped like blood drops and snowmen to help replenish that blood they just sucked out of you. For anyone who doesn't like breakfast there's also a couple packs of peanut butter Oreos, but they're not thematic or anything so they're not fun.

VOLUNTEER SPOTS

After donating, Quaid starts to feel woozy and nearly hits the floor—but they're caught by [RESPONDER (or trainee) B].

Around the pancake table, [VOLUNTEER C] knocks a bottle of maple syrup off the counter and gets stuck washing dishes as penitence—and holy shit, there are a LOT of dishes.

Edgar, meanwhile, gets sent to a cot to lie down for a few minutes and winds up taking an impromptu three-hour nap. Oh, god, what time is it, where are they, what is their name?

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SCENES: Nat & Quaid

[quaid]

Quaid wouldn't go as far as to say he was hypnotized by any aspect of Nat, though he was more than intrigued and attracted to her as a whole.

Finishing what he's chewing, Quaid nods and makes a motion towards her as if she'd made a decent point in a conversation; attempting to keep a straight face the whole time. "So what you're saying is you are an exhibitionist, then? Or whatever the equivalent is when it comes to having risque conversations in the middle of a blood drive pancake breakfast."

SCENES: Nat & Quaid

[malting]

"You think this is risqué?" She's very clearly amused. "I'm not an exhibitionist, no," she clarifies, and means it as she picks up her fork again. "I just like making you blush. Really easy to do, turns out."

SCENES: Nat & Quaid

[quaid]

"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it church talk or family friendly, now would you?" Far from a prude, Quaid wasn't the kind to ever show too much of himself at once, in public. Or he tried not to; not wanting to be enigmatic so much as not wanting people to have points to use against him. "And noted."

In this instance, he rather didn't mind that Nat had figured out how to push his buttons, as a it were, in regards to that blush creeping back over the bridge of his nose and helix of his ears. "You do seem to rather have a knack for it, don't you?" A beat. "I like that," Quaid states plainly.

SCENES: Nat & Quaid

[malting]

Nat makes a thoughtful, considering hum at that. "Noted," she parrots, before meeting his eyes. "So you'd like me to continue, is what I'm hearing."

SCENES: Nat & Quaid

[quaid]

"Who am I to keep you from what seems to be your new favorite past time?" He holds her gaze and can't help but openly appreciate Nat's features.