Fastball o/` The Way o/`

[Bjorn]

"Either he's decided to figure out who those guys are, how long they'll be here, sorta thing, or he's decided that a beach party is better than meeting up with Victor.  Either way, leave him alone..." Bjorn hesitates.  "But let's wait here and keep an eye on him.  C'mon, get out with me, and let's root through the stuff we have in the back.  That'll look innocuous, and make sure we're as ready as we can, just in case."

[Dracos]

Dracos nods, popping the trunk and heading back there riffling through the stuff and pondering grabbing his new short sword just in case.  Though, with a supposed Titan around, a nuke would be more appreciated.

Dracos

[Brian]

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<Huitzil> roll 3d6 for conversation skill:
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 3d6 --> {9}
The students treat you like one of their own, and it takes you very little time to get to the bottom of their plan:  Party hard.

They've got a largely untouched keg, the kind of shady guy you remember as most likely carrying a bunch of weed from your time at college, and various run-ins across the country, and about twenty other people, all told.  There's also a small pile of fuzy white beach towels, or blankets ... they look almost like fur, actually.

Their apparent leader is called David (he organized the event).  He's thin as a wire, about six cm taller than you, has straight blonde hair to his shoulders, and speaks in that breathy, almost stoned-sounding surfer way: "Hey, dude-man, you came to get in on our shindig?  Have a seat, the party's gonna really kick off tonight!"

[Huitzil]

"You're fucking-A I did, Dave!" Paul pours himself a plastic cup of booze from the keg and takes a swig, then gives Dave that smile that's Universal Party Code for "Fucking awesome!"

Assuming Dave walks off to talk with someone else,Paul is then going to work his way over to the white pile and see if they're beach towels or polar bear furs or a giant slime mold or whatever the fuck they are. If Dave hangs around, Paul is going to strike up a conversation with someone around him (the topic of discussion being how fucking awesome this party is, how fucking awesome "Matrix: Resurrection" was, how fucking awesome this beer is...) and talk until Dave walks somewhere else, then he will go investigate the pile as above.

[Brian]

After seeing that you're One Of Them, David quickly turns his attention to a co-ed, who seems eager to return it.  The students seem to think you've become invisible now that David said you were okay, and since that you're holding the plastic beer cup that serves as the universal party ID to put you firmly in the 'allowed' group.

There's a girl sitting on one of the blankets (they look like they are polar bear furs, actually), and when you approach, she asks you if you want one.  She's kind of cute, in a chick-who-wears-glasses way.

[Huitzil]

Paul flashes a winning smile, or at least as winning as he can make one. "Sure I would. What's your name, by the way?"

[Dracos]

"To my eyes, he looks like he's looking for a lay for the night."  Dracos mentions idly to Bjorn as he rummages in the back.  "Shall we just all get into the dinner and get some damn food.  maybe he'll be here when we get back."

Dracos

[Brian]

"I'm Julie," she says, handing you a fur.  It's got leather ties, if you wanted to use it as a cloak.  Sturdy stuff, it looks like.  "I think we have the same Cultural Anthropology class.  Proffesor MacIntire sure is boring, huh?"

[Rezantis]

"Diner, food, sounds like a plan.  Parties were never my thing."

[Huitzil]

"I wouldn't really know -- I'm asleep most of the time he's talking." Paul chuckles,though not loud enough to really be counted as "laughing at your own jokes".

He then sits down on the towel/fur/thingy and runs his hand over it. "These are nice. Where'd you get 'em?"

[Dracos]

"Dinner it is."  Dracos leads the group into the restaurant, commendeers menu, table, foodage.

Dracos
Rawr

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs uncomfortably.  "I'm going to wait out here in the van," he says.  "Under the circumstances, I don't like a restaurant's atmosphere."

Suiting action to words, he sits down on the rear bumper of the van and munches on some beef jerky.

[Rezantis]

"Why?  We can see the van from the diner, and, well, Ginrai's asleep in it, so I don't really imagine anyone's going to try and steal it."

[Dracos]

Dracos scratches his head and shrugs, "Suit yourself."

Dracos leads those who want to go out to eat.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"I want to be ready."  Bjorn flicks his eyes towards the various supplies meaningfully.  "And I don't like having to keep track of  too many people at once."