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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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/I don't mind at all./ [The more the merrier and the more prepared and versatile everyone is the better.] /Shooting is easy. Aiming and hitting the target is the hard part./

/It's a different set of muscles for using a gun than it is using a bow. The increased accuracy is also a benefit./

/Accuracy is all in the shooter, though some guns have the benefit of longer range. Both have their advantages and disadvantages. Arrows are easier to come by and make in the village while ammo is scarce. Bows are quieter too./

/There are times I would rather have the increased fire power./ [ But it won't stop him from stockpiling arrows and setting up stashes around the village. At least for as long as that will be of use. ]

/And times I would rather have the availability. Though I have been learning archery. One can never know too much in this village./

[Beat.]

/By any chance do you know anything about making cheese?/

/If you've need of an instructor in archery I'd be happy to trade my knowledge for yours in guns./ [ Cheese, now. He knew some of the tricks to Orleasian style cheeses. ] /A few, yes. Most of it takes time to truly blossom but there are some quick cheeses I learned while working in the kitchens of Antivan nobles./

/I already have an archery instructor. However, I will trade my knowledge of guns for your knowledge of cheese./

[Silly as it may sound, cheese-making was something Ginia was interested in. All in the name of becoming more self-sufficient. Besides, they had cows at the farm, might as well do something with the milk.]

/A fair trade indeed. If you've any interest in herbal remedies, antidotes, and poisons that is also something I can offer./ [ Cheese, wine, and poison. The traditional Antivan trio right there. ]

/Careful, you'll make me blush from all you're offering./ [Signed with a smirk. Knowledge is power and Ginia will never turn down more information and skills. Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than master of one.]

/I'm not sure what else I can offer to even out the trade. Cooking recipes from my world? More plays and musicals? Calligraphy?/

/Assistance with training my boys and learning to shoot is more than enough. Unless you've some knife tricks you wish to share?/

/No tricks, sorry to say, unless you count juggling and knife-throwing./

/Skills I already have, but fun to compare all the same! Knives from more modern times are balanced differently than those from mine./

/I don't have my throwing knives on me/ [only one knife at the moment and she's feeling pretty naked without more] /but we must compare sometime./ [Zevran, you're becoming her new favorite person.]

/Oh, truly? We can't have that./ [ Without missing a beat or showing much of how he'd hidden the strap on his forearm he reveals a small sheathe of throwing knives that he offers with a flourish. ]

/I have extra. Take it, as a token of affection./

[New. Favorite. Person. Ginia's face lights up as she takes the set of knives, taking one out to look at the design and balance. It's different than what she's used to and she gives it a slow flip into the air before catching it.]

/Thank you. They're beautiful. I see what you mean about the balance but it's still good./

/Crafted of the finest Antivan steel and brass, leather I tooled here. If you need them rewrapped or any other leather goods, please let me know. I'd be happy to make them for you./

/I may take up up on the offer for leather goods at a later time./

[But for now, Ginia takes the rest of the knives out and takes several steps back.]

/Throw an apple? I want to check my aim./

/As you wish./

[ He plucks up an uncarved apple and gives her a nod as he tosses it up, a high arc that would linger and offer the longest and best target available. ]

[Ginia watches the apple fly into the air, swiftly throwing one knife and catching it at the peak of its arc. As the apple tumbles, she throws two more knives. One sticks into the apple while the other shears off a chunk, knife tumbling into the sand. Eh, two out of three isn't bad.]

[ Zev looses a low whistle at that, it's most impressive. Especially since the balance is off as much as she had said. ]

/You are a remarkable woman indeed./

[Even as he gives a compliment, Ginia can't help but see the faults. Should have thrown faster, the third knife should have stuck, aim could have been better... but the arist was always the harshest critic. Ginia quickly retrieves the three knives and apple and smiles sheepishly.]

/The knives are good. The craftsmanship is amazing./

/once you adjust for the changes in balance? It should be a dead on hit every time./

[ He tosses a second apple in his hand, waiting. ]

/Once more? I am certain you can hit it twice./

[Ginia gives one of the knives another light toss and catch to reacquaint herself with the weight and how it falls. Trust her skills, follow through with the throw, trust the knife will go where she sends it. After more light contemplation, she nods. Throw.]

/And once more./

[ He tosses the apple in another high arc, watching her form. ]

[Ginia's eyes follow the apple up, hand already drawn back. She throws the knife as the apple reaches its peak, hand following through and grabbing the next knife and throwing in one smooth motion.]