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Who: OPEN to adults
What: A networking party on the beach
When: Saturday, 9/20
Where: The beach, around sunset
Summary: An open networking party on the beach. Enjoy the food and drinks, mingle as you wish. Details here
Rating: Let's keep it under PG-13

The setup for the party is pretty simple. Several coolers filled with ice for drinks (soda, bottled water, juice, assorted alcohol and mixers) with cups nearby, a food table with some cookies and cake from the bakery, two sandwich platters, some salads, fresh fruit, and a veggie platter. There's a grill going for roast vegetables, hamburgers, hot dogs, steaks, and fresh seafood, often run by Ginia but anyone else who wants to watch the grill or grill their own food is welcome to do so. People are also more than welcome to bring their own food and drinks. There's driftwood set up in a small firepit for once the sun goes down.

There are a few folding chairs and blankets spread out for anyone who wants to sit down as well as a card table or two.

Relax, meet new people, enjoy the food, and watch out for ghosts or shifts that might ruin your food.

((ooc: Handwaving the IC announcement of the party. Characters can still drop by even without checking in on the post (though that would be great for stats purposes). Feel free to say your character was there for set up and later take down, it's mostly handwaved unless people want to play things out.))

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[Oh, yeah, different times, different tech.] What era ya from... or are ya even from earth? [That might be a good first question, before getting the idea of times sorted. Just because he looked human didn't mean anything around here.]

I'm from earth--it was 1933 when I got brought here, though. What about you?

[He's used to being a few decades or so behind the other earthlings here.]

2003, when I left it.

[Assuming their earths were alike enough... the year would be right.] So ya got cinema, movies, right? From my time people can do their own movies, kinda like with the journals. Family events, holidays, friends gettin' themselves hurt, that kinda thing. That what I mean by recordin' it.

Damn. Are you kiddin' me? How do you drag around all that stuff?

[He's never seen recording equipment, but he imagines it must be huge.]

Ah, well things have been scaled down quite a bit since it was first developed. Can fit it all into one hand nowadays. Hell, can fit a camera into something the size of pen or coin, 'long as ya got the power source somewhere else.

Find some of the more high tech stuff bein' hidden in glasses for video, or items the size of bugs, 'nd called bug, for sound.

You're kiddin' me. That's amazin'!

[Those bugs are going to be a lot of trouble in the future, though.

He shakes his head.]

I can't believe some a' the things you people've got in the future.

Would even show ya what one of the hearin' devices look like, if I ever get my work gear to show up here. [One day maybe... after the lock pick set, but at least that he could make up substitute tools... bugs were a little harder to manufacture.]

Maybe if the item store be kind to me.

How'd you wind up with somethin' like that? What kinda "work" needs that?

[And whoever invented something like that, Firo's pretty sure they wouldn't give them away for cheap.]

[Ahh...] Security.

[Well, was there any point in lying here? Not like there weren't others already in Luceti who knew his line of work. Why hide it? After all, he used his skills in the missions given to him.] Or should I say 'm a thief. Big jobs, museums, military bases, mansions, that kinda thing.

[Honesty was a good move in this case. Firo's the kind of person who's much more comfortable around a thief than someone in security. Though he's sure he has nothing to fear from someone on the right side of the law in Luceti, he tenses a little and only relaxes when Remy says his real job.]

Seriously?

[He tilts his head to one side, thinking.]

So you use those things when you're casin' the place and stuff?

Among other stuff, oui. Normally to see what others are up to. Guards, property owners, that kinda thing. Security systems gettin' more 'nd more complex so gotta keep up with how to work 'round them, be it finger prints, voice or retina scans, that sort a thing.

Though, wouldn't be a challenge otherwise, then what would be the point, hein?

[Firo blinks; he knows what finger prints are, but he has no idea what either of those scans could do.]

I don't know--I don't see anything wrong with an easy mark.

Well, will do it if a client requires it, but when ya been at it for so long the easy marks get... borin'. Need to look for newer 'nd better systems to take down, find weaknesses in new technology. Security systems always be updatin' to be bigger 'nd better, so the thief has to as well.

'nd how did ya get 'nother story out of me without winnin' a hand, hein? [The last part said in jest, with no real malice behind it.]

Firo shrugs; he knows people who would likely feel the same way.

"Maybe you're not the only one who can rob people blind." He's joking, of course. Firo's pickpocketing days are behind him.

"Wanna do another hand, then?"