Twenty-eighth snapshot [Video]

[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes is beaming, like usual. He's in his greenhouse, carefully picking tomatoes.]If the calendar lines up right, summer's over. Fall's here, and that should mean picnics! So! I suggest a picnic! There are a lot of us here, and I'm sure if everyone brought something, we'd have quite the feast indeed

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[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

A picnic sounds like a wonderful idea.

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

Thank you, Bran, was it? I was hoping it would. You'll be coming?

[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

That's correct, Maes, right? I'd love to join.

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

Exactly! I'd be glad to meet you! Excellent playing last night, too. We have a few musicians, it's a wonder we don't have a band yet.

[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

And you as well. Thank you, maybe I can bring a little music to the gathering as well.

You read my mind, Maes. With enough musicians around there could be quite a set to play.

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

That could make the picnic perfect! As if my daughter wouldn't do that already.

I think that would be a fantastic idea, Bran.

[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

Well I'd hardly wisht o upstage your daughter's perfection, but I'll bring my guitar in case she gets tired of being perfect for the whole occasion.

Music is always a healing thing for the soul, just as festivities and picnics, something it seems this place could well use.

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

You're a very wise man.

I agree. There are a lot of hurting people around here. What do you do back home, Bran?

[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

I just know fatherhood. [He laughs, then gets serious.]

Yes. There seem to be. One way or another.

Me? I'm a manager of sorts, I suppose. And you Maes?

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

You're a father, then? How many?

For all of the differences between worlds, there are a lot of similarities too.

I drive a mean desk. You've never seen someone manage an inbox full of paperwork until you've seen me behind it! And I harass Roy. I think that's part of my official duties, at least. If it isn't, well, I have too much fun doing it to stop now!

[Tomorrow morning]

[the_marrok]

Two boys, and they can be a handful, but they're my pride and joy.

Indeed there are, more every time I talk to someone new, it seems.

Ah ha, I see. Sounds like you're not a man to tangle with, in the office department.

[Tomorrow morning]

[brig_gen_maes]

Boys, huh? I've got a few semi-adopted sons, but none of my own. That's fine, though. Elysia is as much perfection as Daddy could ever need!

Same here. Maybe human nature, or alien, or vampire, or demon, or whatever everyone is, winds up being similar in the end. Maybe whatever a soul is winds up being the common tie.

Nope! And how does your managing go?