Dancing in the Moonlight

[a3stepnpc]

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: November 30th - Evening/Night
Where: In the biggest park of Paradise
Rating: TBA
Summary: All residents received an invitation to some mysterious festival taking place at the very end of November. Music, dance, food and drinks. Everything is accounted for and even the weather is surprisingly mild for this time of the

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[planseverything]

Bentley noticed this guy looked about like he'd come from under a rock after losing a battle and was watching him from behind his thick glasses. He could tell he wasn't just some unfortunate civilian though from his own experience in dealing with hired guns.

He had only really come to the party because Sly wanted him there, but he wasn't that good at mingling. He was beside the drink table, taking a break and having one himself. He wasn't a big drinker, but one or two never hurt.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Of all the strange talking animals he'd seen in Paradise, a turtle having a drink while seated in a wheelchair is probably the most strange. Sniper is trying not to stare.

It's not very effective.

"G'day there."

[planseverything]

Humans weren't something he was used to yet either.

"Good evening. Are you enjoying the party."

Most turtles didn't sound like the nerdy tech student either. But Bentley did, as he greeted the BLU cordially. The staring made him feel a bit awkward

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I suppose. I'm not much 'f a partygoer." In all honesty he was only there for the food. He was only stopping to drink because a certain rubber suited arsonist was hoarding the food table currently. But as soon as she left Sniper was going to make his move back to those little vegetable puff things.

"How 'bout you?"

[planseverything]

"Get togethers have never really been my thing," Bentley admitted, nodding vaguely in the direction of a certain human-sized raccoon. "But Sly thought it was a good idea for me to come with him."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"There's always someone who can't leave well enough alone an' think we gotta get out 'f our houses t' be happy." He grimaced and glanced over at Sly. Why yes, that was a giant humanish raccoon. Of course, why not?

[planseverything]

"Oh it's not that really. Sly just wants to get out and have fun, but not exclude me me."

Well Bentley wasn't GIANT, since he'd be no taller if he could walk, but he was a humanoid turtle so why not?

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Guess that's somethin'." Sniper shrugged and took a drink for himself. "You guys from th' same place?"

[planseverything]

"Yes, we're old friends, so I was especially pleased he could join me here." It always paid to know someone had your back no matter what here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Hn" Well that made sense. Maybe they were all from the same place. There had to be some kind of pattern to how they were brought here, too bad Truckie would have been the one to figure that out and he seemed to have left.

"Least ya ain't lonely then. I only got th' blokes from th' other side of th' war. Had someone from my side but he escaped somehow, bloody mongrel."

[planseverything]

"It does seem to be hard to anticipate when our time here has run out. I can only assume it works in a similar fashion as when we arrive."

Here and home mattered very little to Bentley. He had a single person left who wasn't here and one person his friend was bound to miss sooner or later.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I guess so. 'Cept Pyro's been here forever an' Scout was jus' here fer a little bit. Guess its pretty damn random."

[planseverything]

"It appears to be. You have names based on what ou do?" he asked after a moment.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Yeah. Makes things easier. Don't really 'ave t' get t' know yer teammates." Which was exactly how he liked it. He knew too much about his teammates as it was just having to live near them. Now in Paradise he was learning more than he was comfortable with.

[planseverything]

Bentley nodded, looking thoughtful. "Understandable. It's not how I work with my companions, but I can see what you mean."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"You probably don't work in a place were ya could die an' get replaced with someone doin' yer exact same job at any moment. Suppose it eases th' transition."