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Who: OPEN to all!
What: Movies, movies, movies! And games and food too.
When: All day Saturday, June 7th (starts 11ish)
Where: Rec Center
Summary: Ginia throws a movie marathon at the rec center for entertainment and post-draft distractions.
Rating: PG-13 for some of the movies shown, but let's keep it around here or lower.

On Thursday, flyers were posted around the village with another notification of the movie marathon and the list of movies that will be shown:

The Sword in the Stone
Grease
Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Moulin Rouge
The Princess Bride
Jurassic Park
Clue
Rocky Horror Picture Show

Come Saturday, the list can also be found outside the rec center. Inside the center, there are tables set up filled with food: fruit and veggie platters, cookies and cake from the bakery, sandwiches, packages of popcorn (with a microwave nearby), and an assortment of packaged candy. As food begins running low, runners will be sent to the stores to bring back more. There are also drinks - water, sodas, juices, tea, and coffee. Alcohol is bring your own, but Ginia also has a small table set aside with some gin, whisky, vodka, and mixers.

Besides what seating is already in the rec center, additional chairs, large cushions, and even two beanbag chairs have been brought in. For those who want to hang out but not watch movies, there's still pool, board games, and a few deck of cards.

Enjoy, relax, and try not to think about the draft.

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/Plays and musicals. He's a great singer too. There are other dancers so he's not a true triple threat, but he has talent. Looks too. Some people get it all./

Some people do indeed.

[Saori purses her lips, vaguely amused. There was a time when she'd likely have been a little envious of someone like Ginia saying that. She was pretty, and clearly had talents of her own, whereas Saori as a young human woman had been plagued by a myriad of doubts and had been dealing with a divine teacher who had no real idea how to quell them. It'd been a great recipe for incredibly low self-esteem. Though now she can look back on it with more understanding and a sense of self-deprecating humor.]

Like you, in your own way. You're talented and attractive too, you know. It must be genetic.

[Ginia's lips twitch into a slight smile and she bows her head in acceptance of the compliment, but it's a gesture from someone who knows how to accept something she doesn't believe in. As a child, taunted and teased for being unable to speak, shy and undergoing the awkward years all teens went through, Ginai would have given anything to be beautiful and talented.

And here she was now and she couldn't see anything but the blood on her hands, the scars seared into her back, the deep ugly cuts marring her mind and heart. Beautiful? No. Hardly. Maybe on the outside, enough to get compliments, enough to seduce a mark, but she was rotting and crumbling away inside.

But she knows how to take a compliment.]

/Genetics, maybe. My mother was very beautiful. She was also an actress and singer on stage./

[Saori nods at that, and for an instant almost asks if Ginia did the same until she remembers the speech thing. She's gotten a little better at catching herself instead of asking impulsive, and sometimes insensitive questions with obvious answers.]

And what about you? What's your profession?

[Ginia distracts herself with a drink of her gimlet as she tries to figure out how to answer. It's silly; she's been teaching Saori how to shoot and the goddess saw her cut someone down in the draft so it's no secret she can fight and kill. And it's not a secret anyway. It should be easy.

So why is she hesitating? Ginia takes a long drink of her gimlet before setting it down.]

/I'm a bounty hunter. Or was, I retired years ago./

[Saori doesn't know. In fact, she thinks it's outright strange to hide one's profession. Even if you are a potter or something. But while Ginia dithers, she finishes her drink and pours another.]

A bounty hunter? You look for criminals for money, right?

/Basically, yes. Normally it was people that jumped bail, but it's expanded to tracking down and apprehending criminals among other fields. It's not as exciting as most people think. Lots of reading, gathering information, trying to think ahead of the person./

[She smiles and nods at that, not...entirely understanding all of it but getting the gist.]

That does sound like a job I did for a while when I visited America.

[Really? Ginia's brows raise, also glad to pounce on a new topic that doesn't have to do with herself.]

/Who were you looking for? Or what?/

I was just learning about America. But that was...oh...I don't remember the dates very well. It was after the black sails came, maybe the 1860s? Over a century ago, by my time.

[She pauses, thoughtful.]

I...posed as a human, but some people figured out I was something more after a few incidents. And I was approached by a man from a strange organization asking for help tracking someone. A bandit and thief. A very bad man, really.

[Time is truly an ephemeral thing. What's a day in a year? A year in a century? What would it be like seeing the world change over the years, decades, centuries? Would centuries blend together for a goddess like years blending together for a mortal?]

/Any luck finding him?/

[Saori's eyes glaze over for a moment, a glassy look to them as she searches for the answer to the question. A few seconds later, she nods.]

Yes. Mister Pinkerton and I did eventually catch up with one of them. The one they wanted most.

/No more details? Just that? Or am I prying too much?/

Hey, Ginia loves a good story. Can't be blamed for wanting more details.]

Well, if you want them?

[She doesn't mind. But...she's a little forgetful.]

We had to hunt this man down through...oh...um. Arizona and New Mexico? I think those were the states. His name was Brigger, and he was part of a gang. Mister Pinkerton...Robert, and I rode horses after him, basically. I was able to follow him by scent, and when we caught up to him there was a fight and he was killed.

It wasn't terribly exciting, really. Lots of riding, and requests from Robert to join his organization.

[In Ginia's mind, the story plays out a bit like an old fashioned western, a bit more thrilling than reality. But having done her own tracking, she realizes there's always more travel than anything else.]

/That story sounds familiar to some of my own. Or stories I've heard from other hunters./

[Some things never change maybe.]

/I was living in N-E-W M-E-X-I-C-O before coming here. S-A-N-T-A F-E specifically. It's a beautiful place.

[Saori pulls a face. New Mexico was awful, almost as awful as Arizona. Why she'd joined the Pinkertons on that chase she still question she asks herself...]

It's a desert. I can think of no place worse on earth, except maybe Egypt.

[And with that bit out of the way...]

And since I shared a story, I think it's your turn. Tell me about one of your hunts.

[There are plenty of things Ginia could argue about with that sentence, but maybe another time. Deserts definitely aren't for everyone, that's for sure. In some ways, moving to Santa Fe was Ginia's way of getting away. Who was going to look for her there?

But hmm. A story. Ginia considers her years of work, sorting out boring stories, stories that tell a little too much, and ones she's comfortable sharing.]

/Most of my hunt stories are pretty boring, but I do have a pretty good heist story. Ever been to L-A-S V-E-G-A-S?/

[Ginia also didn't need rain and humidity to sleep comfortably, so there was that.

On the other hand...]

Yuuna and I went once, yes. Only for a few days, to see how it was.

/Confession; I hate the place. Too loud, too noisy, too bright, too selfish./

[Las Vegas was a great place to pull in a mark, but also one of the worst with how secure the place was. You watched your step in Las Vegas or you wouldn't be walking shortly after.]

/But lots of money flowing and where there's money, there's greed. The mark was a judge. He took in payments from private prisons in exchange for making sure people were sent there. Lots of innocent people got locked up so that bastard could line his pockets. So my team decided to take him down./

Honestly? I found it smelled horrible.

[Rotten, in a way. Like an apple filled with worms.]

And he sounds like a horrible person. I didn't know private prisons were even allowed to exist, given the potential for abuse. What did you do to him? I assume you did catch him, yes?

/Also agreed. And you would be surprised what's allowed to exist when corrupt people run the government./ [Private prisons was only the beginning of everything wrong in Ginia's world. Corruption was a hydra and there weren't enough flaming swords to sever all the heads.]

/As for what we did to him, we fleeced him of several hundred thousands in a fixed poker game, got him to incriminate himself, and turned him over to some trustworthy contacts in the FBI./

[A smile forms. Yeah, that was a good night.]

Mortal governments have little interest to me, save for their policies regarding religion, but...I can understand what you mean. Things rot particularly easily with the right circumstances, and governments are prone to that sort of thing.

[~~Also, Hail Hydra~~]

But that...that sounds like the plot to a movie. Did you get the idea from one? Because it's very clever.

/Movies and reality have an odd way of reflecting each others. Cons existed well before movies were around, but movies have also popularized popular cons. They all work the same way though. A mark, a plan, a reward, an exit./

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Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I don't know much about conning people, but I've read some stories on them. I've...never really had the need.

[Shruuuug]

What is a mark, though? Is that slang?

/Sorry, it's slang. A mark is your target. Usually an individual but it can apply if you're targeting a group as a whole. You can also have multiple marks, but there's usually a primary one. The leader or the easiest one to get to, depends on the goal./