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[Bjorn]

"Yeah, but generally people don't have to consult their wallet to give their name."

[Rezantis]

Rez grumbles incoherently and heads back to the car.

"Bastard wants three dollars for the lemonade.  I say forget it and wait until this evening, really."

[Bjorn]

"This evening, we should be meeting with Victor," Bjorn reminds Rez.  "Which, frankly, is probably a great deal more important than lemonade.  What the hell is the hold-up?"

[Rezantis]

"We've been here for like two minutes, and some of us wanted to stretch out legs a bit.  We'll get going after we check maps and all."

[Dracos]

"Gatorade.  In the back.  Just get it.  Anything else we need to do here or shall we get on the road again?"

Dracos nods to rez.  "Go right ahead then."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"I wanted a drink, Officer Buzzkill," Paul says as he takes the grime-encrusted dollar bill back from Rez. "So, did you get any maps or guides or anything?"

[Rezantis]

"I thought you were . . . oh.  Doesn't matter, then."

Rez gets back in the car.

"Hi-ho, Silver!"

[Huitzil]

"You're not gonna get, like, a map, or a tourist guide, or a brochure or a pamphlet or something? I think it would be a good idea, if for nothing elsethan to give us something to read."

[Brian]

The road's pretty rough, but reasonably maintained, considering that a fault runs through it.  After skidding across some gravel over the fault, everything's on course, and seems to be working well.

The route meanders quite a bit, and eventually drops you off at a parking lot next to a diner and a lighthouse.

You can see the makings of a bonfire on the beach, as there's a good hour or so until sunset, and what looks like college kids taking down their volleyball net.

Huitzil:  The tour guide explains how Sir Francis Drake set foot here so long ago, back in ye olde days, before San Francisco became the sprawling megopolis that it is today.  Hmm.  May be a bit behind the times.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn leans forward to look at the studens through the van window.  "Well, piss.  What are we going to do about that?"

[Dracos]

"So, just for reference.  Where exactly are we supposed to meet Ezmereth here?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"We don't meet Ezmereth.  We meet Victor, who takes us to Ezmereth.  And Drake's Point is all he said."

[Brian]

Frollicking young college kids with long shorts (but not pants) and short-sleeved shirts.  No bathing suits, as this is both winter, and colder than usual, but they don't seem to mind the cold.  Come to think of it, this area's quite a bit warmer than it was inland.  Maybe the warm air from the ocean....

[Huitzil]

Paul picks up the cards from the middle of the car seat (he was winning anyway), places them in their boxes and in his pockets, and then steps out of the car, walking over to the college students to mingle, as if he was just another one of the guys.

OOC: Can I make a Conversation roll to figure out or pick up what's going on, who is here, why, and when they plan to leave, while I keeplooking like just another guy who showed up at the party?

[Dracos]

"True.  Well, any you guys want to eat dinner...save...Huitz, where the fuck you headed?"

Dracos