Bruce and Roland may have similar views on this sort of thing. Navigating parties has never really come naturally. Well. It has, Roland can and has - though most often in that long ago first half of his life - moved through the crowd at some gathering or another, charming whoever needed to be charmed, convincing whoever needed to be convinced. But it takes effort that Roland wouldn't choose to spend that way, all things being equal. It may come naturally, but if Roland had any choice about it it'd also be very rare.
Thankfully, this is going to be about as far from that as it's possible to get. He'd know that even if the concept of a 'potluck' hadn't been explained to him. Roland doesn't need to convince the other school staff of anything at all, needs to use no more politeness or charm than he'd use with someone he'd just met on the street. Most people who may be here have probably come across him while he was working around the school anyway, so though his face may have a few new bruises to it, one or two scratches, it's probably a face anyone who spends any time at all there will recognize. It's a good opportunity, too, to get to know people here to try and see if any of them may have ill intentions. He doubts it, but still. Best to be sure.
He sets the bowl of salad - well, supposedly salad, mostly just vegetables - next to the other bowls and takes a look around. Doesn't take long before he sees a split in one of the tables, hunkers to get a look at it and judge if it's something he needs to come back and repair tomorrow. It's not as if he's trying not to speak to anyone, but he's not putting any extra effort out for it either. And besides, this sort of thing's habit when he's inside the school. Might as well take a look at it while he's here.
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Thankfully, this is going to be about as far from that as it's possible to get. He'd know that even if the concept of a 'potluck' hadn't been explained to him. Roland doesn't need to convince the other school staff of anything at all, needs to use no more politeness or charm than he'd use with someone he'd just met on the street. Most people who may be here have probably come across him while he was working around the school anyway, so though his face may have a few new bruises to it, one or two scratches, it's probably a face anyone who spends any time at all there will recognize. It's a good opportunity, too, to get to know people here to try and see if any of them may have ill intentions. He doubts it, but still. Best to be sure.
He sets the bowl of salad - well, supposedly salad, mostly just vegetables - next to the other bowls and takes a look around. Doesn't take long before he sees a split in one of the tables, hunkers to get a look at it and judge if it's something he needs to come back and repair tomorrow. It's not as if he's trying not to speak to anyone, but he's not putting any extra effort out for it either. And besides, this sort of thing's habit when he's inside the school. Might as well take a look at it while he's here.