(mingle) It must be party time

[forethinking]

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.

ɪɪ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

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!

ɪɪɪ. ᴀ ʙᴏɴꜰɪʀᴇ

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.

ɪᴠ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

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Comments

[sorser]

[Okay, well, since his minutes aren’t yet up, Stephen will indeed observe Ren and make a few mental notes here and there. It’s like med school all over again, except with burgers.]

Used to what? Multitasking and sacrificing your own fun?

[forethinking]

Multitasking.

(And he laughs, waving a hand in denial before he moves to the tomatoes, still not sliced. It's too quick the way he does it, and just like that, it's nearly done. All that's missing is putting it all together.)

I was just in the ocean, though... And I like cooking.

(Having! Fun!)

[sorser]

[Phew, this kid’s fast. Good thing Stephen can just replay it in his head later.]

But you came back as soon as you smelled burgers charring to the core.

[He’s exaggerating.]

You said you used to work in food service, right?

[forethinking]

I had many jobs.

(Foodservice, bar, florist, convenience store, thief, broadcast hijacker... He really did it all, and he laughs at the thought as he moves aside.)

Sauce on the bun, hamburger, the salad, and ready.

[sorser]

[Right. One easy task after the other — simple enough, why’d he ever look at the grill look it were a monster about to devour him?

He continues to make conversation, putting a whole hamburger together.]

Do you get bored easily?

[Hopping from job to job. It’s nicer than asking if he was getting fired often, at least.]

[forethinking]

I needed money and experience.

(Tokyo is incredibly expensive, and well. His parents weren't sending him a shred of allowance, not after he got that criminal record.

Phantom thief equipment expensive, too.)

Five at once?

[sorser]

Five?

[That’s a handful more than what he would have even guessed at. Stephen can’t imagine someone juggling five jobs at once unless the need was dire — surely there are hardly enough hours in the day.]

Did you need that much money and experience? I’m tired just thinking about it, and I made it through med school.

[forethinking]

Med school?

(This part he hadn't heard about before. This is very good information, considering the danger they're in. Ren naturally heals if he wins a fight, but he's got no healing skills within his Personas -- not that, you know, he can use them often. It takes battery, and while Ren certainly is feeding, there will come a time when he needs proper care, for himself or otherwise.)

Is that how you know Wanda?

[sorser]

Yes, med school. The sleepless crucible all doctors have to survive in order to eventually practice. I’m one of them.

[And a sorcerer, but. Well, that’s a different story altogether.

Talk of Wanda and the assumed connection of med school seems to amuse him, though. His lips quirk.]

Not exactly. My schooling days were from well before I met her. We worked together back in our world — briefly, but her help was critical.

[Everyone’s had been. He pauses.]

Did she tell you much about herself?

[forethinking]

Would you teach me the basics?

(Important thing first. He doesn't expect to become a doctor, it's simply not his vocation, but knowing a thing or two could come in handy.

At the question, there's a small hum.)

We don't talk too much about ourselves, we're busy.

(Cooking and talking nonsense, actually.)

So Loki is from your reality too.

[sorser]

[His brows pinch, and Stephen sets aside the plate with the fully made burger. Time for a another few patties on the grill, but at least this gives them a proper few minutes to chat.]

Sure. The more people that know the basics of first aid, the better. I’m only one person, after all.

[There’s ADI medical, but he knows that not everyone trusts the organization, and it’s not suited for emergency injuries obtained in the field.

As for Loki, his brows pinch a little harder.]

He is. A veritable Asgardian [sort of] trickster god. Wow, I guess everyone’s been busy making their introductory rounds except me.