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Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday afternoon and evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Several
Summary; Sam hosts a beach party for anyone who wants to come
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Sam had tried to do everything he could to make the beach trip as fun as possible, especially considering all that had happened recently. Not everyone had calmed down after yesterday, but it was enough that he didn't cancel the trip.

He had volleyball set up, a dozen umbrellas for the more fair skinned to take refuge under, and a really ugly couch to put in a bonfire later.

Food and drink also abounded, including enough electrolyte replenishing drinks to help anyone who drank all the alcohol he brought stave off too massive of a hangover. All in all, it was a recipe for a good time. Or at least Sam hoped.

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"Well even then...he's nice for a crazy person. I had my friends wear signs during Zombie Sheep day that said Lucy's friend so that he wouldn't eat them."

Totally nice crazy person.

"Uhm..." She takes a moment to think back. "Since February. So not forever but y'know a while. You?"

It takes Penny a moment to decide whether or not that's a good thing. She settles for a tentative 'yes.' "That was really thoughtful of him, I think."

Harry confuses Penny.

"You've been here since February and I never got to meet you?" Penny's loss, definitely. She likes Lucy. She's not complicated like almost everyone else she knows. "About a year and a month. Ish. It's hard to keep track of time."

"I know right?" Harry doesn't really confuse Lucy which probably says more about her than she'd care to admit.

She shrugs at Penny's exclamation. "I guess we just haven't run into each other but we have now and that's good. We've already got the PALE club going." Lucy wrinkles her nose and takes another swig of her drink. Sam is so carrying her back to her place. "That's a long time. Have you gotten to go home any? Did it make things better or worse here?"

"Definitely good, and pale people need to stick together." Preferably under sun umbrellas.

Penny pauses for a moment before answering. "I did go home, yeah, but it was only for a couple minutes." She smiles uncomfortably and adds, "Long enough to get nailed with exploding death ray shrapnel, anyway. So coming back to the City was a good thing, I think... I mean, I wasn't sure I'd be anywhere, so being here beats being all the way dead." Ooh, getting a little too personal. Saying, 'hi, I'm kind of a zombie' is something Penny generally reserves for third or fourth conversations. "It's good here. It's better than it was before."

Well it earns Penny an impromptu hug from Lucy for better or worse. She kisses the side of Penny's head then pulls back before the hug can get too uncomfortable. As if it weren't already.

"I think it's good here for lots of people. Not just you."

Penny chalks the affection up to too much alcohol (really, affectionate drunks are her favorite) and returns the hug. Not the quick peck, though; that was, perhaps, a little bit awkward. "Do you like it here, Lucy?"

Lucy shrugs at that and takes a sip of her drink. "It's interesting. I mean nothing is ever boring here so..." And another shrug. "I miss my parents and football and school. I miss my best friend and sometimes I get so homesick I think I'm going to throw up. There are worse places to be stuck though."

"No, boring's definitely not a word I'd use." Chaotic, maybe; trying, occasionally, but never boring. "Is there anything that'd make you feel less homesick? ...Other than being home, I mean."

Lucy thinks about it a moment then shrugs a little. "I cook a lot of the same sort of foods from home. The more friends I have here the more it seems like home. The more time I spend here the more it feels like home. I think it's just a whole...acclimation thing which is sort of sad because what if one of these days home doesn't feel like home anymore? It's like the fear of going home to your old house to find out that it's not your old house anymore. It's just the place you grew up. Or something like that. I mean when I first went to college and got a dorm room and everything I was sort of afraid that my room at home wouldn't feel like my room anymore." She pauses a second then grins.

"If any of that makes any sense."

"It makes sense," she says with a comprehending nod. "I mean, it's nice to feel like you have a home wherever you go, but you never want home to lose its... home-y-ness." Penny attempts a reassuring smile, but it lacks conviction. "For what it's worth, I've heard that most people forget all about the City when they go home. If that's true, home won't feel any less like home than it did when you left."

"True," Lucy nods then sighs. "But then I don't remember my friends here and that's sad. Not to mention Harry and Xander are out there not remembering me right now. And that sucks."

Another sigh and a long drink of her beer. "So all in all the City sucks."

Penny thinks about this, trying to find some kind of bright side. But no. The City does suck; there's no arguing that. Still...

"I kind of like it here."

Lucy wrinkles her nose and considers this a moment.

"Sorry...I guess with you--okay there are aspects of it that don't suck. I like the people and I'm pretty sure I picked up a pair of Manalos from the 2011 summer line the other day."

"From 2011? Seriously?" Penny isn't the most materialistic of girls, but she appreciates fine footwear (especially if it's from the future). "Are they cute?"

"So super cute. Kind of a tarnished silver and strappy," Lucy describes. "It's nice to know metallics are still in next summer."

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