If there'd been a sign saying 'please do not enter the gazebo' they wouldn't be up here to start with. As usual, everything breaks down to terrible communication. Oppressive feelings of 'this hole was NOT made for you' do not count as a proper meeting of the minds!

Zeke steps smoothly in front of the others, standing closest to the stair case with his hands resolutely empty and by his side, and a patient expression on his face. This is his idea and he's the one who can take a hit without needing to throw up shields or something, so if someone's gotta take remonstrance to the face it's going to be him. But he's still hopeful that this can be peaceful.