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(mingle) It must be party time

Who: Ren Amamiya, Wanda Maximoff, you!
When: 12th of September
Where: Good Harbor Beach
Summary: Here's the barbecue log! Eating, playing games, having a bonfire and sleep-over on the beach!
Warnings: Alcohol? Ghost stories?

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Congratulations, you've made it to the Good Harbor Beach September barbecue! With the weather cooling, but still pleasant enough, it's a pleasure to have a hangout involving ADI's residents and those who live at Bonnie's. There are still so many people who don't know one another, and many to strengthen bonds with, so the hours your dearest Wanda and Ren spend cooking and flipping and seasoning are nothing but rewarding! Seeing people enjoying themselves is great and it's motivating for them to keep doing these encounters every now and then.

On the menu, we have:
- Burgers;
- Steaks with jacked potato sides;
- Ribs;
- Zucchini-and-Pecorino fritters;
- Several different salads, including ovcharska;
- Aubergine kebabs with charred onion salsa;
- Salmon yakitori;
- Takoyaki;
- Cupcakes
- Apples and honey;
- Cherry dumplings;
- Sarmale filled with rice;
- Bundevara (pumpkin pie);

For drinks, there's a selection of alcohol, as well as coffee, water, tea, and a variety of sodas. Take in the nice view, jump on the ocean, sink your toes in the sand and enjoy yourselves. There aren't any usable tables, but there are several blankets on the floor for your perusal.

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With bellies full, now it's when the real fun begins. There are a few decks of cards being passed around, as well as one of their single tables now organized to a beer-pong competition. Individually, games such as Never Have I Ever, as well as Truth or Dare can be seen, and those who wish to use their skills for entertaining are more than welcome to do so.

A little bonding here, a little drunken chatting there, this is your time to shine!

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With those who have a curfew to worry about in mind, a bonfire is lit, and a few tents are set around the beach (may have to be shared). If anyone's got a nice story, now it's the time to share it, or perhaps if anyone can play an instrument, it's about time to break it out of its case. The night will be lively until the early hours of the morning, and of course, mindful of those who couldn't stay up this late.

The next morning, everyone will be properly thanked for their attendance and tupperwares will be distributed with leftovers for those who'd like to take some food home, the beach will be cleaned impeccably and everyone will go their own way, hopefully with smiles and a new sense of unity and connection from the amazing night they've just experienced.

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Meredith is one of those who gets a small smile, and Jaeger rubs the side of his head as if only just noticing the bruise there.

"It's fine. Like I said, a thick skull helps." The smile turns rueful, reminded as he is of the whole situation. Now, in retrospect, it seems so starkly strange and out of character that he can barely get his head around it. Distant, dreamlike, and yet all too real because he can still remember the thrill of it.

He's trying not to remember the thrill of it. He accepts the offer of a slice of apple, dipping the corner into the honey before biting into it appreciatively.

"Nice to be doing something that's not menacing for a change, isn't it?"

"It really is. The only way we're all going to make it here is together, so having time to just socialize is important."

She dips an apple as well, raising it as if in toast. "L'shana tovah. The Jewish new year just passed, and this is a traditional symbol of a sweet new year. We eat our symbols a lot."

Jaeger nods, because he absolutely can't argue with that. Thrown together by grim circumstance, but it's not the first time in his life that it's been like that.

Trust will come, in time. Maybe not all of them, or even most, but Jaeger is determined to make something of this.

Jaeger toasts her with the remaining half of his apple, more polite than to double-dip. "Honey is a very traditional symbol," he agrees with that small, quiet smile. "It's a good one. Wealth, prosperity, healing, divinity. Good things in general."

He catches himself with a small laugh. "Which I'm sure you knew, obviously. Sometimes, I get caught up in the details of things."

"Healing as a property probably came up because it does actually have an antibacterial nature. And prosperity--Biblical references to Zion as a land of milk and honey."

She nods a bit. "I feel a little like I'm doing homework. This is a party, Jaeger."

"It also never spoils. They've found honey in King Tut's tomb, three thousand years old and still edible."

He laughs quietly, because yes, he is an enormous geek. And he knows it, but trivia is handy at times, right? And at least he's not talking about work.

"I probably need a little practice at the whole 'being social' thing." He gestures with his beer at the general festivities, the people eating and chatting and playing games. It feels like an alien world to him, to be relaxed and in the open without fear of something awful happening. "It's been a while and I tend to be rather focused. But I promise I'm working on it."

"That's okay, I'm easy mode for the social thing, especially today. I don't have high expectations of you to entertain me or anything."

She smiles slightly.

"Did they actually eat the tomb-honey? Is that stealing from the king?"

"I tend to think I'm far more entertaining than I actually am, so that's probably for the best. But you're good company, so I'm glad to give it my best." Just a peek of charm there, the slightly self-deprecating humor that actually is part of Jaeger's personality.

"You know, I'm not sure if anyone actually tried it? I suppose it depends on if you believe in the curse of the tomb or not." Jaeger himself is a bit skeptical, but it's not impossible. "But everything made its way to museums so I don't expect they're too concerned about what the King thinks about it."

He pauses for a moment, sips his beer thoughtfully, then says, "You know, Boston has a great fine arts museum and a science museum, if you ever want to take a day trip sometime."

Meredith's eyes light up like a Furby that's just been freed from its packaging.

"Probably two day trips, or a trip for two days, I don't think I'd plan to get through a museum in a single day. I know it's possible, but for one I've never seen before? It'd be best to give myself all the time possible. Would we take a bus out to Boston or rent a car?"

Oh, Furby eyes. It's been a while since Jaeger's gotten that reaction from someone, and he's going to quietly revel in it. Maybe not as hopeless as he thought!

"It might take a bit of negotiation, but it's not a long trip by either car or bus, and Boston does have a reasonably good public transit system. A lot of good hotels and restaurants as well." Something to keep in mind for a special treat, especially once they're more established.

Not that he's offering a hotel stay with Meredith with any sort of ulterior motives. Just practicality.

"But I have a feeling if we're going to be around here for a while, then we'll have enough chance to see everything, eventually. And it can't all be work, we need to take at least a little time for ourselves. Mental health."

"What's mental health, can you eat it?" It's an old joke among her peer group. When you work to live, sometimes you forget to--or don't feel you can--take time for yourself. Bosses need everything right now, everything is urgent, it's all crunch.

But the fact that ADI offers counseling is a sign of hope. "It definitely sounds like a good time, though. I've been to Boston before--a school trip, in high school. But I bet it's at least a little different, here."

He chuckles a bit at that. "I know the feeling. But if this is going to be a new start, then I'm hoping to do some things better this time around."

Like not pissing off a blood cult and going on the run, but that's a tale for another time. So far, he's starting small and going back to basics, doing his best to make use of his past experience to make a better 'now'.

"It's a lot better when you can take your time, and pick what exhibits you want to do the most," he assures her. High school and college were a long time ago for him, but he remembers enough to know that it's not peak experience. He's not that old, but closer to 40 than not, and it's brought with it a certain amount of calm perspective.

"And we can find out what's showing online ahead of time, to plan for the day and make sure we get to see what we most want to."

"No funhouses or Yayoi Kusama installations involving mirrors, that's the one rule." But that's as much tease as everything, and an attempt to show she's aware of some culture. Hopefully Kusama's work is a thing in his home 'verse too, so the joke translates.

Jaeger's smile is somewhat ghastly: Kusama's work is indeed a thing in his world, and the idea of not only mirrors but infinity mirrors is a terrifying one to him.

"I second that. I've never been fond of mirrors, and the Funhouse did not make that any better." he taps his chin. If he didn't have to shave, he probably wouldn't have one in his apartment at all, if he's honest.

"But I'm sure we can find things of interest. There's a planetarium and a domed OMNI theater at the Museum of Science, along with the regular exhibits. So definitely something that might be worth making a weekend of."

By now she's realized this probably isn't just an apology for the circus. You don't plan for a whole weekend with someone who you don't want to spend that much time with. And thinking back, she notices that mention of hotels on the second pass.

Well, well, well.

"Were you thinking of later this month, or sometime next month, when we've figured out what ADI wants done about the circus?"

Well, Jaeger isn't dismissing the possibility. While he's not angling for it, he wants to be comfortable. To try and connect with people again, because the truth?

He really is a very lonely man. He's been running for a long time, and he misses simple contact. He and Meredith seem to hit it off well, and mutual interests can only be a good sign.

"At the end of the month might be best, especially after we have a couple of paychecks under our belts. And once we've found out if we're going to Boston for business." There's still the option open for checking out the circus again at its next location.

He smiles a little, then, and runs a hand over his hair, smoothing it into place self-consciously. "But, I like the idea. I think it would be a good break from things."

"I'll pencil it in on my calendar." She favors him with a warm smile. "And in the meantime, one of the nights when it's my turn to make dinner at my apartment, you should come over."

Since the incident with Jeff, she'd decided to let her roommates give opinions on guys. Both were discerning in ways she wasn't entirely.

"I think that sounds great. You'll have to let me know when is a good time, I'm usually just working most nights so that would be a good excuse for a break."

And meeting other people would be good- there's still quite a few he's only seen in passing.

"I'll ask the boys. They both need a little warning before someone comes over. They're anxious little fuckers."

She sounds fond of them even as she says that.

"That seems to be rather standard around here," he observes with a brief chuckle. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior, for whatever that's worth."

"I mean, it's a standard human...fuck, a people thing, there's just a real lot to be anxious about here, because there's so many unknowns. We're all out of our element, dealing with big scary things, so people end up protective of those they care about, and of themselves."

She leans in with a crooked little smile. "I think I'd almost be more scared of someone who ended up here who wasn't anxious at all, who was more comfortable here than they were back where they're from."

He nods in agreement as she speaks, pausing to sip his beer but otherwise giving her his full attention.

"There's a lot of unknowns, and at least some of us are coming from very unstable circumstances. To put it generously. That makes the shift even more disorienting and disconcerting." The sun is warm enough to chase off the chill of memory, but his smile is small and crooked.

"Though, if I'm entirely honest...things do seem to be better here for me than they were back home. Which isn't to say things are fantastic here, just that home was a disaster." He shakes his head ruefully.

"Do you want to talk about it?" It's a very casual offer; she's expecting him to either say no or to brush off the question. It's what most people here would probably do.

Jaeger shakes his head. "I won't ruin your afternoon with the details, it's not a pleasant story. But I fell in with some bad people, when I was younger, and they...did not take it kindly when I decided to leave." That's enough without going into the gruesome details. Without the explanations for the delicate, intricate, almost lace-like scars crawling up his arms and the tightly buttoned collar hiding the scar around his neck.

But he can give her that much. He's already told her that he's a dangerous person, and their little hunting game at the circus went further than that. It seems like the least he can do for what he's already done and said.

"They put a lot of effort into trying to find me and I didn't want to be found. So I was living life in the run when I was brought here." He takes another sip of his beer, though this time to give himself a moment.

She listens thoughtfully, and lets the silence hang for a moment instead of rushing to fill it, looking him over with a discerning eye. Shen she does speak, it's soft. "I bet you still have the habit of hypervigilance, after that. Even if you're not running here, you still sort of feel like you ought to be, huh?"

She remembers being kidnapped, and recovering from that, and this place isn't the same but...but she was kidnapped again here. You never truly rebuild a sense of safety, not completely.

[He nods, quietly relieved at her understanding. It shows in the slight slump of his shoulders, the soft note to his ruined voice that brings it to barely more than a whisper.]

It's been strange. The organization...it doesn't exist here, that I've been able to find, so I'm probably safe but it's difficult to believe that, just yet.

And this world has its own dangers. But it's also a strange sort of relief, being able to just stop for a little while. To get to know people and know that they're probably not assassins or...innocent bystanders. People here know about awful things, and by extension the people that are involved in them.

[That last part is hard to admit, but it's the truth. This place, ADI, it's its own institution, its own power. He thinks even Conservators would hesitate to search him out here...though in town on the street might be a different story.]

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