Tanabata Ball

[memento_mods]

Who:Anyone who wants to attend (Please sign up here if your characters are attending, if you haven't done so already)
What:Tanabata ball
Where: The park
When: July 7, at 9:00 P.M.
Warnings: Nothing above PG-13. Take anything else to journal posts.

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[survival_101]

Catherine wasn't waiting for Grif. From what she already knew of him, she got the impression that he wasn't all that punctual. As she approached the newly transformed park, she scanned the area twice; once for Grif's armor, once for anything that could be him.

She smiled to herself and smoothed her sleeve over her Pip-Boy. Her jumpsuit sleeve was cut to accomodate the device, but the yukata's sleeve ended just above where the device started. Somehow, having it in sight made her feel better than trying to cover it up.

[semper_fi_bitch]

Grif did indeed arrive late. He was kind of nervous about the whole thing, really. Not because of Catherine--Grif had the kind of confidence in his charm that only came from not having quite as much charm as he thought he did, and besides, it wasn't even really a date date--but simply because this was the first time he'd gone out in public without his armor since his unfortunate brush with mortality.

Of course, while the white shirt and black slacks he was wearing didn't provide much protection, the fact that the ball was crawling with potential witnesses did. So he ignored the vague queasy feeling he had and moseyed on over to Catherine when he spotted her.

"That looks better on you than the jumpsuit does."

[survival_101]

She wasn't quite sure what to look for until she heard his voice. And as she turned to face him, she realized that she wasn't quite expecting anything at all.

Still, she smiled at the unexpected compliment. "Thanks. It's comfortable, but that's about it." A thought occured to her and before her mental filters could kick in, she gave him a bit of a grin and added, "I was almost wondering if you remembered how to take the armor off."

[semper_fi_bitch]

Grif shrugged it off. "Psch, of course I do. As much as it's a bitch to take off, it's a bitch and a half to sleep in, trust me. Makes it kinda hard to eat, too."

[survival_101]

"You fell asleep in your armor? I bet the drunkenness just before that sparked too many stories."

[semper_fi_bitch]

"Man, I wish. When I showed up here, they stuck me in a room with a little twerp named Belphegor. Have you met the guy? Really creepy, has some sort of knife fetish, refers to himself as 'The Prince' all the time." Grif rolled his eyes, making it pretty clear what he thought of Belphegor's princely claims. "I'm pretty sure he would've shanked me in my sleep if I gave him half a chance."

[survival_101]

"Christ," she muttered, shaking her head. "Nope, haven't met anyone like that yet. Makes me glad I got a room to myself so far."

[semper_fi_bitch]

"Yeah, you got pretty lucky there. There are some real creeps on this island."

[survival_101]

Time for a better subject. "Tried any of the food yet?"

[semper_fi_bitch]

Changing the subject to food; truly, Catherine already had an excellent understanding of how Grif worked. "No, I just got here. I bet it's really good. It's always good at shit like this."

[survival_101]

"Sounds to me like a call of let's get some, especially if this place doesn't screw it up." She looked genuinely pleased; note to self - changing the subject to food was an awesome decision.

[semper_fi_bitch]

"Now there's a plan I can get behind," Grif said, and he wasted no time setting it in motion, heading over towards the nearest food table.

[survival_101]

Catherine was right behind him, already eyeing the food. She looked over some of it, trying this, leaving that, surreptitiously tasting some of the food and feeling her eyes go wide with the surprise of the food being really good. "Christ, you weren't kidding. They don't like to fuck around with this stuff."

[semper_fi_bitch]

Grif's reply was muffled beyond recognition, thanks to the fact that he'd already started stuffing his face. He paused for a moment to swallow. "I told you so," he repeated, before going right back to eating.