lifeaftr | Ruins Mingle Log!

Who: Newt Geiszler

ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?

The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.

[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

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Nothing teaches how to value school food and campus' bed like spending night out in the wilderness unprepared without a proper warm meal. But with all things considered J managed to look.. more or less intact and decent: there's been an attempt to style her curly hair and she's fixed her makeup, added some more lipstick and cleaned off the yesterday's mascara. But there's still no denying that it shows she's had rather rough night out as she walks around in her dark dress that's clearly made for fancier parties than to beach life.

It's her growling stomach and hungry nose that lead her to the treats the the elf twins had put on display. And for a moment she can't believe her eyes that this is way too good to be true. But like smart person she decided not to look inside of gift horse's mouth and the first thing she picks up is the coconut shell with ice cream. Thanks and questions can come later.

Wow, dang, someone is clearly having some kind of ice cream emergency, one that precludes trifling bullshit like saying hi, or thanks, or literally anything at all. But that's starving on an island for you. Taako puts on his most sympathetic attitude, though he still shoots Lup a put-upon retail-working look. "Hey, we've all been there. Good thing this is a guaranteed cure for beach hangovers. No refunds." Her determination, and commitment to putting on a brave face, deserves some respect for sure, and likely makes her a worthwhile person to cultivate.

Lup meets Taako's look with a precisely timed one of her own, though there's a bit more judgement in it. Sure, not letting the beach life get you down is important, good on her for still making an effort, looks-wise. It's just that it doesn't exactly scream 'can take care of myself, won't mooch off other people's goodwill first chance I get'. Maybe manners weren't on the menu of whatever fancy party she came from.

None of which stops Lup from offering a perfectly sympathetic smile of her own. "Oh boy now I feel hella underdressed. What kinda hot date did you get yanked here from, honey?" She'd offer her some samples, but it looks like the girl has that on lock down already.

Well, to be fair, manners would slip from anyone's mind after spending a night out in cold and a hunger so J thinks her behavior completely justified. She, however, is not rude enough to ignore the twins.

"Hah," she laughs and rolls her shoulders while showing the ice cream inside her mouth. The sweetness hits her starved tongue like a tidal wave, ice cream melting and making her stomach sing from joy. "Oh, I just had the hottest date with spiders last night. They tried to get in my hair and I had to kick them out from the stony spot I was sleeping." In other words: the last night was a mess. "Now if you would have the stuff that can get me properly hung over, I'd over my life to you."

Well they'll definitely be partying down w this new island friend, as soon as they can bullshit their way to something tropical and boozy. If their goal is being indispensable to island morale, that's a perfectly reasonable step to take. Is a pina colada too cliche, or just cliche enough? "We'll put it on the to-do list. What's your poison?" Not ice cream, at least not literally; everything seems good on that front, big mental thumbs up there. Taako is finally ready to calm down about it a little and just enjoy the accolades. Though so far the accolades have mostly taken non-verbal form. Still fine, cha girl is obviously serious about her ice cream, and after the night he had that is a real mood. "I'm Taako, and this is my sister, Lup."

Oh dang, sounds like this gal has a thicker skin than her slinky dress would suggest. Proper fancy-ass ladies wouldn't joke about bugs trying to make nests in their hair, for sure. They might have themselves a not entirely useless loyal customer here.

"Do you think we should go more for like a cocktail bar feeling, frilly drinks and Fairie Fire lights, or this is more a hole-in-the-wall, dive bar kinda crowd? We're still workshopping our brand."

Lup and Taako. Pretty weird names for pretty weird looking siblings. But J's not going to focus on that or be bothered about not making much of sense what they're talking about. It's starting look like she's found something good in here.

"I'm J." She offers an introduction while scooping the ice cream into her mouth, normally she'd have much better table manners than this. "Well, dears, I got no idea what you're talking about but I'm a game. We got all the coconuts we could ever want."

That's fine, just let the nonsense wash over. He appreciates the approval, either way. "Just gotta trick someone into getting them for us, so Lup doesn't have to shoot 'em down." Or they can get them off the ground, but with this crowd, pickings might go sparse. "Unfortunately we're working at something of a," his ears flick back, eyes raised and averted in the universal 'prevarication' signal, "limited capacity, or I'd already be on the train to cocktail town. Gotta be a way I can magic something up, though. Wonder if there's sugar cane..."

For sure, if they can manage to get some kinda booze flowing, they would own this town in no time. But like Taako says, they've got to set priorities with what's manageable, keep the cost-benefit in mind.

"That's the right attitude, sweetie - don't ask what you can do for the island, but what the island can do for you," she smiles indulgently at J. "So if you get your hands on any good ingredients, bring em to us and we'll cook you up something delicious. For a fair share of the spoils, of course. Gotta keep our transmutation expert kicking," she adds with a nudge to Taako's shoulder.

Ruins Mingle Log!

Surprise me!

2 scoops of elf garbage for the price of 1 if u want

2nd scoop with complimentary judgement

yes perfect

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