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When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[daggers]

[ Allison's sitting on a log in front of the bonfire, her arms covered up by the sleeves of a hooded sweatshirt even though her legs are bare. It's cooler at night, but the fire keeps her warm. She has a drink cupped in both hands and occasionally lifts it to her lips to sip, but most of the time she just glances into the flickering flames, quiet and reflective.

Someone chases their shadow in her periphery and then crosses into her field of vision and she glances up, smiling at the sight of who it is. ]

Hi.

[affectioning]

[ Once Scott sees that Peter isn't a threat, he returns to the party, the sun having set and the bonfire going. He's hungry again having ran off his full stomach. But, a familiar scent catches him by surprise. He thought he'd missed her, or maybe that she'd decided not to come - or that she and Isaac... But she's here.

So, naturally, he's going to say hi. ]

Hi. [ He's smiling down at her. ]

[daggers]

[ She smiles back, not really having noticed any kind of disappearance since she showed up to the party closer to sunset. Maybe he's just a late arrival? She doesn't think anything of it and pats the spot on the log next to herself. ]

Want to sit? Or are you going to grab some food first?

[affectioning]

I can sit. [ Hungry? He's hungry? He takes a seat on the log next to her. ] Enjoying the party?

[daggers]

Mmhmm.

[ She takes a sip of her drink, her shoulder absently nudging against his. ]

It's nice, like this. It almost feels - normal.

[affectioning]

Almost. [ He looks to her. ] There are two other wolves in the City. Did you hear the howl earlier? I found one in the forest. But, this? Was a wolf. Not a werewolf - he'd completely turned.

[daggers]

But not - not someone from home, right?

[ Her brow furrows lightly and she swivels to face him in turn, keeping their conversation quiet. She knows what Gerard had told her about Talia Hale, about werewolves who could shift to an actual wolf, but - as far as she knows, there aren't any new arrivals. ]

There's two? Who else?

Re: open!

[grigio]

[Julie didn't know the girl from anyone else, but in the City she had opportunities to make friends. Not that she didn't have it back home, but here it seemed easier. People here were happier. In Citi Stadium? Not so much. The people there walked around as if they were already dead inside and Julie hated it.

So she decided to introduce herself to the girl who looked close-ish to her age.]

Hi. I'm not being intrusive or anything, am I? You seemed..lost in thought. I heard a rumor that getting too lost in thought at a party was a bad idea.

[daggers]

Not at all. Wait, what am I opening myself up for?

[ Her expression blossoms into a fuller smile at the sight of the other girl, and she even chuckles a little as she cradles her drink in both hands. ]

[grigio]

Nothing from me, but people might ask questions like "are you okay?" You might even hear people go "penny for your thoughts" which I've always found weird.

[Julie grins in return and then extends her hand.] Julie Grigio. Hi.

[daggers]

Well, in that case, I would have to say that I am definitely okay. Very - okay.

[ She switches her drink to one hand in order to reach out and clasp the hand extended to her. ] Allison Argent. Hi.

[grigio]

Nice to meet you. Mind if I sit down?

[Julie's not carrying much of anything. Just her messenger bag. She's gotten used to going everywhere with it back home so leaving it behind here seemed a bad idea.

Plus, it's way easier to carry her inhaler in this and not try to find creative ways to stuff it into the pocket of her shorts.]

[lefthandedgenius]

Oh, hey ladies!

[Enter Lydia, in her vintage bikini and clutching a trio of cold drinks in her hands. She sits down with the pair like she has a perfect right to. Which in Lydia-world, she totally does. She holds out two of the drinks in offering.]

Good, you guys are meeting each other which is totally what I wanted to happen. Obviously the stars are aligning.

[outofthefreezer]

[Isaac walked over to her slowly despite his urge to go immediately to her side. He tried to make it casual but now he's just standing over her shoulder grinning widely.]

Hey you.

[daggers]

[ She glances back over at her shoulder at him, a grin immediately spreading, and then gently pats the space next to her. ]

Pull up some log?

[outofthefreezer]

[He settles down beside her, bumping shoulder slightly.]

Nice little thing they have going here.

[daggers]

[ This time, she has no qualms about letting herself sit close to him, her arm resting against his and her leg nudging from hip to knee. ]

Yeah. I can't remember the last time I went to the beach.

[outofthefreezer]

I can... it was just last week. [He bites his lip because the last time was with Scott. Yeah he might be sitting as close as humanly possible, his arm snakes around to give her a quick squeeze of a hug, because it felt right and he'd wanted to hug her for a while.]

[daggers]

Well, then. This is old news for you.

[ She knows that's not what he meant by it, and she's teasing him anyway, so she leans against him when he curls an arm around her, briefly resting a hand on his. ]

[logistical]

[Spock really has to keep track of things more. He wandered near the bonfire hunting for Jim for some nefarious plot or the other, and instead winds up handing people extra drinks because he happens to be going in that direction. He's not quite looking closely as he approaches Allison and distractedly holds out a cup.]

Do you require a refill?

[daggers]

[ She glances up with a smile and then a slightly surprised expression - judging by those ears, there's only one person she could possibly be talking to right now. But she's not going to broadcast it - instead, she tones down her initial surprise and nods quickly. ]

I was just about to go looking for one myself. Thank you.

[logistical]

[He turns to look at her just as she covers her surprise, and thus, sees nothing.]

You are welcome.

[A beat.]

May I ask how you know Mr. Chekov?

[daggers]

Oh, I, uh - well, I've met some of his friends? Dr. McCoy, and Jim?

Jim's sort of the one who invited me. I think he invited almost everyone who lives here.

[logistical]

Almost everyone.

[He sounds mildly amused.]

Hello. I am Spock. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[daggers]

Hi. I'm Allison.

[ She switches her drink from one hand to the other to offer it to him, standing up. ]

It's very nice to meet you - Mr. Spock.