Open | The Epicurians Present: The 1st of September Beach Bash!

[bleatingedge]

Who ► Leo & Anyone that wishes to join!
What ► BEACH PARTY!!
When ► September 1st
Where ► Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve
Content Warnings ► People will be drunk. Will add to if needed

[The time has come... for fun! Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve has been decorated with all the niceties that a beach party requires - docks for fishing, large umbrellas to hide from the sun, several tables with sets of chairs for sitting and conversing, and the most obvious addition: a massive roaring bonfire with a big cooking mesh over the top of it for barbecue cookin'!

Leo's wearing a fishing hat and aviators alongside his trademark loincloth-and-nothing-else getup for maximum dissonance. From his position on the other side of the bonfire, he waves a hand at those arriving.]

Welcome to the Beach Bash! Snacks and drinks are on the tables, bottles of sunscreen and crafting tables are under the umbrellas, and complementary fishing gear are at the docks for your convenience. Have fun, friends~

[Emperor Grunty is also here, should you wish to annoy him! He's currently laying in the sand with a reflector. What? Grunties need their sun too!]

Comments

[tablescraps]

( Oh... Sure, he'll take it. He lifts the meat a little above his head... )

... I don't know about proud, but... I couldn't talk, at first. Or walk... Thinking, too. I guess it's more correct to say - I could do them, but I didn't have the desire to do anything.

( ... and lowers it onto his tongue - swallowing it up. )

The doctors said I'd probably be in a vegetative state forever. But now I can do those things reflexively.

[gluttoning]

Mn. I wouldn't call your talking reflexive. You stop and think about things a lot. You can watch your face change when you do that. [He points between his own brows for a moment, a reminder, as he pops one of the flaky bits of meat into his mouth. Hm. Not super. Very bland. At least the char helps?]

It's probably taken a lot of work, if doctors were saying differently. You proved them wrong.

I think a lot of people would feel proud of something like that.

[tablescraps]

( Hmm. He guesses that's true.

He licks his own fingers contemplatively. )

... Is being proud of yourself the same as liking yourself? I can keep that in mind.

[gluttoning]

Sometimes. I think they can be different feelings.

[His eyes flick to Morgan's tongue for a split second, watching the movement of it, before he shakes his head and returns to the fish snack.]

You said you had things you know you're good at. Are you proud of any of those? Maybe we can start from there.

[tablescraps]

I don't know about proud, but... I do think I data better more efficiently than some of the other beta testers. And I'm probably among those who've run Areas most. I've counted out small things, like damage multipliers per weapon and rates at different machines per gold cost at casinos, and how they may differ depending where they are in Lumina Cloth...

( Just Fragment things, basically. But still, he's got a list of things he does pretty good at.

His fingers slip from his lips... )

... You really got all the bones out. I've been eating them with the bones in all this time.

[gluttoning]

[It's such a burst of words for Morgan that Barrett has to just sit there, silent, processing in an openly surprised stare, before he just starts chuckling.]

So you work hard. And you pay attention to little details. And you're smart! I told you you're smart.

[He looks very proud of himself for being able to parse as much from that wall of dialogue, taking up more fish into his mouth.]

R'llr? [Oh oops. Swallowing.] I guess they're not too big. But it's easier to enjoy all of it if you prepare it right.