<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Big braininess.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Oliver hadn't been put out by the presence of Hank's parents, and had even made a beeline for them, holding a hostess gift of a high-end charcuterie board that came packaged with a matching cheese knife.  He'd thanked them for the invitation and gave them the gift, utterly oblivious to their surprise, then he'd made his way to the kitchen.  He'd nodded a bit to the few who spoke to him, as he made himself a plate with a couple of slices of pizza and some chips.  Grabbing a bottle of root beer, he deftly wove his way outside and picked a spot on the grass, off away from the bulk of the partygoers.  He sat there, out of the way, and watched everyone else with interest as he ate his pizza.<br/><br/>Parties were fascinating examples of dynamic systems and grouping patterns.  He loved attending for the chance to observe these real-world systems absent of the influence of scientific parameters or experimental expectations.  These were just people behaving in the most natural way, without knowing they were being studied.  Of course, his presence had an effect on the system, but that didn't bother him, because in a way he was a part of the system, though clearly an outlier.<br/><br/>Balancing his plate on his crossed legs, he opened his root beer carefully and took a sip, washing down a mouthful of pizza with olives.  Observing the flow patterns of movement and complex social interactions between his peers helped to make such engagements more interesting for him.  His parents always seemed so pleased when he told them he'd been invited to a party, and even<em>more</em>pleased when he actually went, and their joy was worth whatever small discomfort and awkwardness he inevitably felt at such events.  At least the majority of his classmates were pleasant, or at least not actively cruel, which meant he often went largely ignored, but never found himself the butt of any jokes or the unwilling source of entertainment.