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Who: OPEN to adults
What: A networking party on the beach
When: Saturday, 9/20
Where: The beach, around sunset
Summary: An open networking party on the beach. Enjoy the food and drinks, mingle as you wish. Details here
Rating: Let's keep it under PG-13

The setup for the party is pretty simple. Several coolers filled with ice for drinks (soda, bottled water, juice, assorted alcohol and mixers) with cups nearby, a food table with some cookies and cake from the bakery, two sandwich platters, some salads, fresh fruit, and a veggie platter. There's a grill going for roast vegetables, hamburgers, hot dogs, steaks, and fresh seafood, often run by Ginia but anyone else who wants to watch the grill or grill their own food is welcome to do so. People are also more than welcome to bring their own food and drinks. There's driftwood set up in a small firepit for once the sun goes down.

There are a few folding chairs and blankets spread out for anyone who wants to sit down as well as a card table or two.

Relax, meet new people, enjoy the food, and watch out for ghosts or shifts that might ruin your food.

((ooc: Handwaving the IC announcement of the party. Characters can still drop by even without checking in on the post (though that would be great for stats purposes). Feel free to say your character was there for set up and later take down, it's mostly handwaved unless people want to play things out.))

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/Best ones are always taken./

[Light and teasing, though hey, he's handsome.]

/If you would like more to read, I'd be happy to pull some plays from the library. Though traitorous as it may sound, I do love musical theatre./

/It is such a pity, I know. A fine woman such as yourself should have no trouble finding company, I am certain./

[ It's been some tim since he's enjoyed the company of a woman, shifts aside, but he is content with his boys. ]

/If it is no trouble I would appreciate that- and while I do not understand the somewhat formulaic manner in which musical theater is written I could learn to enjoy it. If only to not be so frustrated with S-A-V-I-O, /

[ He gestures to the raven perched on Jack's shoulder. ]

/When he whistles a tune./

[Ginia's smile turns somewhat bittersweet and she sighs softly. Beautiful, yes, she was quite aware of that. Her gift as much as curse.]

/You would be wrong, actually. As it stands, the majority of the village is too young, and those I once enjoyed the company of are now no longer here./

[So it goes. Even at a party for adults Ginia's beginning to realize how much older she is than most people. But moving on, very quickly. Her smile settles back into a peaceful mask.]

/I'll pass some on to J-A-C-K and E-U-G-E-N-E at our next signing lesson. And while there is a formula, that is in part while I enjoy it. Though I am also biased; my brother and mother were both involved in musical theatre. As for your handsome friend... perhaps he has good taste./

/I had wondered at that. There is a sparse group of those past the age of twenty and change. I took that to mean that most simply do not survive that long in their worlds though I have been told this is not the case./

[ Reaching thirty in Thedas, though. That is a feat in and of itself. Perhaps he should feel his age soon. ]

/They will enjoy that for certain, as will I. Things I may not enjoy on their own become more palatable when presented to me through their eyes./

[He nods and plops down in a chair across the table.]

Yeah... I guess better stories as a "raise"?

[Though "better" is in the eye of the beholder. Firo doesn't know if even his skills are good enough to read someone's preferences and values so quickly, but he's game to test them. After all, all they'll lose is a story.

He shrugs, smiling a little.]

You got somethin' better, I'm all ears.

/I don't think it's the case either. The world seems to favor young heroes./

[At least going off the sample of personal stories she's heard. There was also a portion of the population that had been around long enough to age a few years too.]

/Have you known them long?/

/Roasted away along with fat an inch thick, I fear./

/It does make me wonder. In my world everyone knows that in the great tales? The hero dies. Perhaps their tales are not yet told./

[ Or they come from far kinder worlds with sweeter fates than those he has come to know and loathe. ]

/My boys? As long as I have been here, a little over two years. They are...they are good men. There are too few of their like in my home./

/Perhaps not, or maybe their stories end a bit sweeter./

[In her world, stories were a mix of triumphant returns and brave sacrifices. All the same, Ginia also knew there were no such thing as heroes in her world.]

/I don't know them that well, but I like them. Nice men. Too few in my world as well./

It sounds like bad luck on both counts. [His hands settle in his pockets as he focuses on the view. He's in no rush to ask about the arm - it's mostly something to take note of for future reference.]

Luceti apparently could never have its fair share of me, either. But unlike me a year ago, at least you have the privilege of remembering your previous stay, or so it seems. It would be a waste to lose all of those months of intelligence.

[Beautiful? Maybe, but not Remy's normal go to for beauty, but he was really never one for star gazing.] Glad ya found something out of it 'least chere, even if it doesn't help our escape from here.

So what to next, some other big project that might require more welds?

Donno ya well 'nough for strip poker just yet, 'nd clearly not late 'nough in the night or 'nough drinks poured for that, so lets stick to stories. [Remy grinned at his answer as he shuffled the cards in his hand, mental debating if he should cheat right away or play fair.

Fair first, to see how good this guy was, then he would cheat if he needed to.

Dealing out their hands he placed the rest of the deck on the table.]

[Don't start him on home, Remy could talk hours about the Big Easy. He adored New Orleans, and considering how many places he had traveled to (including a random domed prison in who knows what universe) that spoke strongly for his love of the city.]

Ah, a real shame. Ain't no place like it that 've found. 'though, one of the filles from my world suggest we make the most of a Mardi Gras here. Was mostly talk, but did say if I lasted long 'nough 'round here to see next year that will think of it.

'nd hope our hosts don't go ruinin' it.

[Jane laughed as she kicked at the surf.]

Nothing I can think of. But I doubt that's the extent of your talents, welding things. Will you tell me more about what you can do?

Won't say no to Mardi Gras. We could use more celebrations and parties around here. It'll be in February next year?

[Which if it is puts it in danger of any Valentine's Day hijinks the Malnosso might throw at them, but that doesn't mean fun can't be had.]

/I have to say you don't strike me as the kind of person that knows H-A-M-L-E-T./ [Heh, heh. Ham.]

[ Erwin will be very interested to further compare worlds--he was always interested in studying other worlds when he was here last, and by association with Ginia came to discover more about her world than most others. But this is a link he hadn't been expecting. ]

You're right. There will be time enough for that later.

(ooc: sure thing!)

Someone else's fiction, maybe.

[his expression darkens slightly. Slavery didn't exist outright inside the walls, but having grown up in the slums of his world he's seen things that are close enough to it.]

How is it that humans in your world are able to control immortal elves?

[ Most skeptical look ever, right here. ]

Animal. Right.

It would be. I'm glad, at least, to have been allowed that much.

[ Erwin's gaze returns to the water as well. Though it's dark, the moonlight is more than enough to see by. ]

Have you been keeping out of trouble, Colonel?

[There's always time for business later (even if people can disappear at moment's notice). Ginia enjoys the ocean, the stars for a bit longer at Erwin's side before she eventually excuses herself to check on the rest of the party. When the party finally dies down, it's late in the night. There's plenty of cleaning to be done, but that can all be done in the morning. Leftover food is stored in coolers, the firepit smothered with sand.

While there's a beach house nearby with no inhabitants, Ginia opts to sleep directly on the beach. There are plenty of blankets to go around if Levi and Erwin choose to join her out there and while the temperature drops a few degrees, it's still pleasant outside.

Regardless of where they choose to sleep, come 7 AM Ginia will check on them (assuming they aren't already up) so they can watch the sunrise at 7:20.]

As far as I know.

[ Don't you believe him, Levi?? Is a strange ocean creature enough to shake your infallible trust??? ]

If we found a living one we could say with more certainty.

[ He's not doubting you, Erwin, he's doubting his own perception of reality at this point. ]

As fun as digging through sand to find one sounds, I'll pass.

[ They sleep on the beach as well. More than used to sleeping outside, Erwin has no trouble curling up on the sand with a few blankets to take and edge off the night's change in temperature. He and Levi sleep mostly back-to-back, though Erwin thinks he may have been the last of the three of them to actually fall asleep. He spent a good few hours looking up at the sky in silence, contemplating recent events and listening to the breathing of his companions.

When morning comes, he wakes a little later than he normally would, rising just after 6:30. His right arm begins to ache almost immediately--not an uncommon occurrence, he's found, though he rarely mentions it. Other soldiers who have lost limbs complain of similar sensations, he knows. ]

Good morning.

[ He greets Ginia pleasantly nonetheless. He'd lain still since waking so as not to disrupt Levi's slumber. Levi, who is apt to rouse at the slightest disturbance, would certainly be awoken by Erwin moving at his back. But he sits up now, letting the blankets he'd wrapped himself in fall away. ]

Did you sleep well?

[ Well that's comforting. Really, it is. Good to know he'd doubt everything else before he'd doubt Erwin. ]

They don't live in the sand, Levi. They live in the water.

[ But that is not the point, Erwin. ]

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