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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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Yeah, I see enough people who aren't here without these ghosts going around.

[Probably not something you should just blurt out a party man]

[That's...Huh. What do you even say to that?]

/You're a tough one to figure that out. A regular enigma chimichanga./

Heh. Enigma Chimichanga. Sounds like some kind of Indie band.

/Adjective plus noun equals instant indie band name./

[Ginia opens up the grill to quickly flip the patties over before closing it again.]

I should form a band. Enigma Chimichanga... Enigma Chimichanga, yes I could roll with that. Chimichangas are awesome. I could go for one right the hell now.

Chimichanga chimichanga chimichanga. Hee hee hee.

[You had to mention chimichangas.]

[Her and her big mouth. Ginia smiles and huffs a little, glancing over as a person - nope, that's a ghost - walks past.]

/I do miss good Mexican food. One of the things lacking in this village, varieties of food./

Yeah, there was an awesome place in New Jersey that I liked to go to after coming back from a mission. Unfortunately my evil-self blew it up.

[Yep, that is a thing that happens]

/Did your evil-self have a goatee?/

Nope. Backwards arm and smelled like shit though.

[He doesn't grow any hair]

/I don't even know what to say to that./

[Ginia grabs a plate, some hamburger buns, and counts down a few more seconds before opening the grill and taking the patties out.]

/Chicken will be done in another minute or so./

Yeah, avoid the hell out of him if he ever shows up.

He put the evil in Evil Deadpool. Literally, he had some business cards made, and then he shot the guy who made them, most of them still have some blood on them.

[There was still a certain amount of twisted wackiness]

Guy makes me look like a pussycat. Well, not like an actual pussycat, more like a really stand up guy who just happens to enjoy his milk. So kinda like Mr. T. Heh, Mr. T as a pussycat, he helluva cute, sucka!

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[Warning noted. Ginia shakes her head and huffs a little as she listens to Deadpool ramble. She takes the chicken out and sets it on another plate.]

/Let that rest for a bit before eating it. Evil you look any different? Goatee on the mask?/

Cool cool. You have a strange obsession with goatees. Should I start wearing a fake one to impress you or something?

Most evil twins just wear different clothes and act weird.

[It has happened a few times]

Well let's see, the outfit looks pretty different from mine, more yellow and black, sort of has a sewn-together look to him and you know a reverse arm.

/Beard of evil, never heard of the T-R-O-P-E?/

[No matter. Yellow and black suit with a sewn-together look, reverse arm. Distinctive enough.]

/I'll keep that in mind. In the event he pops up here I'll let you know./

Course I have. I'm just saying it ain't true when it actually happens. Besides, Thor has a beard of goodness.

[If that was indeed a thing at all]

Try to do it discreetly. Tell Steve, Thor, or Tony to take him out. Or anyone you know of the super heroes who have special abilities and such. Guy should not be roaming freely around here.

/T-H-O-R has a very impressive beard of goodness./

[Is now.]

/Will do./ [Steve and Thor aside - she hasn't met Tony yet, maybe for the best - there are some pretty powerful people in the village. And when in doubt, go for the wings.]

/Wonder what my evil twin is like? Or maybe I am the evil twin./

Alright, glad to hear it.

[Just going to grab one of those burgers now, and lift up the mask so it can be put into the face hole]

I certainly hope your evil twin doesn't have a goatee. That would be all kinds of strange. Unless for some reason they are male.

/If we're discussing infinite worlds and infinite possibilities, there is a male version of me in some world./

[Gino? Jean? There's a tricky one. The other question is does he have a sister in that world? Hmm.]

Yeah, main difference is that I have met a whole crazy bus full of my different selves. Lady Deadpool is most certainly a thing.

/What's it like meeting the alternate world version of yourself?/