Making the best of it.
Who: Seth and Brody
When: afternoon
Where: the Town Hall movie room
Seth surprisingly hadn't argued when the town officials showed up at his door and informed him of what was going on today. He wasn't thrilled with it, but maybe he could turn it into an opportunity. If he was going to be used ever again, he'd have to know these people. So it was a chance to watch. Without looking like he was watching.
Keeping that in mind, he mingled through the rooms here and there, not really introducing himself to anyone or interacting much. Just examining things with a Coke in his hand and listening. He'd ended up settling in the room that they were showing movies in, slouched in a chair with one boot up on another one. He wasn't even really paying attention to the sci-fi slop; his mind was elsewhere. But he was there, waiting for either something to happen or for them to be allowed to go home.
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Brody was seemingly of the opposite view of nearly everyone being forced to go to Town Hall so early in the morning. He went willingly, though his hair was a mess and he'd only had time to throw on jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. He didn't mind mingling with people. He was actually hoping to talk to some. He found almost everyone intriguing that he had met so far, and he was curious about the others. It was easier to focus on everyone else than to think about the experiment he had monitored and witnessed.
Walking into the movie room with his hands in his pockets, Brody stared at the movie playing for a few seconds before his eyes ticked around the room. And then landed on a familiar face. "You're here too," Brody said stupidly, not really sure what other reaction he could have had. Seeing another intern from Exp. B was a bit jarring. Especially when it was Seth.
Seth's head rolled around to where it had been comfortably cocked and look who it was. A brief, genuine grin passed over his face before he could do much to stop it. "Brody," he drawled, and chuckled faintly before turning his eyes back to the movie. But his attention was elsewhere, that was for sure. "Fancy meeting you here." He at the very least hadn't been one of the louder protesters when things had started happening in the house, but that alone didn't mean Seth was overly fond of him. ... though no one at all really did, so there was that.
"Not so surprising, is it?" Brody shrugged, eyes shifting to the movie as well. Did he stay or did he go? Did that mean other interns from B were around? Or participants? Did he really think he'd be the only one? Why Seth? There were several other interns Brody would have preferred to see first. Seth had kind of a 'prick-ish' quality to him, which generally Brody didn't mind - even liked, in a twisted kind of way - but Brody just didn't want that to mean he could walk down the street tomorrow and run into the people he'd spent nine months monitoring. Brody felt like he'd been lucky so far. "Have you seen any of the others?" Brody asked.
Seth didn't ask for clarification as to whether he meant other interns or B participants. The former he didn't really care to see, but the latter ... that would be interesting. "Nope, just us," he confirmed, eyes still on the movie screen, arms still crossed comfortably over his chest. He didn't feel the need to go into any more detail than that. Or really comment on whether it was surprising or not. But it did beg the question in his mind if Brody was really here to recoup, or was like him. He never seemed to mind the job too much. It'd be something to watch for.
"Fantastic," Brody sighed. He crossed his arms against his chest, unconsciously mimicking Seth's position. "I think they're going to show up here eventually." He was sure Seth didn't care, but he was curious about whether or not the guy had been affected by the entire experience. Some had. Some hadn't. Brody was strangely somewhere in between and still trying to figure the whole thing out.
Seth shrugged one thick shoulder. As if he didn't really care if they showed up or not. In reality, he was damn sure hoping they would. He wanted to see them, maybe get to know one or two, see how deeply their damage ran. See if he could needle it some, rub salt in the wounds. If the Big Men Upstairs would let him. "They don't gotta know who we are," he said to Brody, just in case he was worried about it.
Brody chuckled, his gaze shifting from the movie to Seth's face. Was he kidding? "You're ignorant if you think they won't find out. And what do you think they're gonna to do us when they do? I'm not thinking that particular group of people are going to be incredibly forgiving for what we did."
Annoyed at being more or less called ignorant, Seth looked over with a smile that wasn't at all pleasant. "I dunno what they're going to do, but I'm looking forward to finding out," he said, before chuckling himself and turning back to the screen. It was all fair game now, to him. If they were going to try to fuck with him, he would fuck back. That was just how it was going to work now, that much could be out in the open. He didn't give a flying fuck about being forgiven.
"Yeah, I bet you are," Brody murmured. "Let me know how that works out for you." They could go to town on Seth for all Brody cared. There were very few things Brody disliked in the world - being beaten to death by a bunch of psychologically and physically tortured people was one of them.
He was pretty sure that Brody would be witness to anything horrific that might happen to him anyway, but Seth was unconcerned. In a survival of the fittest situation? He was more fit than those broken people. And he would survive. But if the little weasel thought he'd get off scot-free if shit was going down? He had another thing coming. He didn't say anything else, just watched the screen.