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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:07 pm
It was hard not to notice the blaring banners and the giant chalk paintings on the walks involving happy anime-styled faces and something about a Sun division meeting, but just in case any Sun Hunters missed that information, there were also copious amounts of texts, pamphlets, DIY manga panels that Allan made himself by hand (and it was pretty obvious he had too) and several other articles that served as a very blatant clue that the Sun division meeting was happening sometime today.
Which it did at exactly 10 am in the morning at the beach. At the beach, which was sprinkled in, for some reason, watermelons. The Sun lead was wearing his swim suit set, and a blue and white jersey that said IWATOBI SWIM CLUB, and was currently holding a giant dolphin inflatable. Simon was probably around somewhere, probably headhunting all the missing Sun Hunters, and upon most of the team assembling, Allan blew his whistle, did a fantastic backflip into the air, and somehow landed right on the lifeguard's lookout chair, which was already waiting there just for him.
"All right swim team!" Allan cheered, having conveniently forgotten to tell anyone to actually wear swimwear, "I have good news and bad news! The bad news is that I still need five people to join my swim club! The good news is that everyone is a winner in their kokoro."
He waited, posed a bit, and the sunlight angled itself behind him just so, just enough to blind anyone directly staring at him.
"So," he continued on, shifting into another pose, one that showed off his fantastic triceps (his charm point), and a few scars, because what was a Hunter without scars though it was a good thing he wasn't getting stage five art because there is nothing artists like less than having to painfully render out each Hunter's individual scars, tattoos, bruises, and charm points, "A mission to all! Your goal this year is to be better than the last! And we are Sun Hunters, we are about nakama and about fighting to become the best that ever was. That means all of you have to work hard, train hard, and then, when you've done your absolute best, you can relax knowing you did a great job! Now, this year, we're exceptionally lucky because we actually have some Pocky fund money left over. That means if you work hard, and have a mission, a project to become the best Sun Hunter, I, your swim coach, will grant you the blessing of Pocky fund money to buy even more Pocky!"
It was most likely anyone who got Pocky fund money wasn't actually going to buy chocolate covered sticks.
"Now!" Allan suddenly shouted again, "Everyone get in line, single file, this is a swim club meeting! Tell me your name, your charm point, and your division goals. Dream big, aspire big, this year let's work even harder than next year! Fighting is about spirit but it is also about dreams!" OOC Every sun Hunter and trainee on the island is assumed to be in this meeting. If you aren't able to post right away, you don't have to rp them as late unless that's IC for them. These meetings are an opportunity for your hunters to ICly propose new projects that they'd either like to run themselves or join, and get the resources (funds/equipment/space/minions) needed for said projects. The amount of responsibility and resources they get depends heavily on rank, with new trainees getting very little for themselves. If your hunter is making a proposal, be sure to post quote me! If they don't have anything to propose, they can simply "introduce them self" once it's their turn in the front of the line to Allan, and maybe list some hopes and aspirations. Who knows! A few Sun Hunter things: Sun Hunter is about offensive combat, but it is also a division focused heavily on training the self, and training others. Sun Hunter combat also features different combat styles, techniques, how to enter and escape from battle, and of course, minimizing as much damage as possible! The sky is the limit so brainstorm away! Everyone is welcome! This RP does not have a definite ending so don't panic about writing a proposal asap! This RP is worth: + 1 rp point for going over 800 words + 1 rp point for making a proposal PS: Have an instructional video about charm pointsPS I ganked this from Liz
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:25 pm
Rep of late hadn't been sure exactly how he felt about Sun division. He still adored offense - to the degree he was sometimes accused of expanded that definition too far and branching out into being offensive. He loved to fight and never really felt truly alive unless he was locked in a life or death struggle with nothing but his own strength and Tracey between himself and someone else's jugular. But he'd learned over time on Deus that that wasn't all that mattered, when he'd arrived he'd expected to be in a division where he would be turned loose on the enemy like caged tigers, set loose to do what they did best without politics or problems in the way. The reality hadn't been anywhere close to that dream, there were always things in the way of pure battle and they were more often than not off the field. He wasn't sure if it was just his own track record which had left him marooned on the island like a live-in janitor, training for a fight which never came and being ******** around by life hunters or Mark whenever he tried to achieve anything. What pride he'd had at the beginning, starry eyed and with dreams of a spartan division, all militaristic power and control was dead in the water, replaced by a more cringing embarrassed sort of despair that things hadn't gone as planned.
Perhaps it was the fact there were so many new people in the division, and perhaps it was that so many of those people seemed to be either women, happy go lucky or at least definable instead as "go getters" or some other ******** tedious self help term. Sun division was becoming downright ******** sunny and he hated every moment of it. Allan was fine, Allan had always been ridiculously positive and unlike other people it didn't offend him. He figured it was because the sun leader was borderline delusional so when he said something positive, he believed it. It spoke his language, the language of denial and pretending reality was something else. But Allan wasn't the whole division, as the numbers had swelled he found himself out of place in a division which he had formerly considered his home. He knew that it was probably because once upon a time there had been a dearth of sun hunters, to the degree that people like Bix, Jerry and him were even considered hunter material and that now they had more to choose from and would of course choose the positive people. He knew but it didn't matter, all that mattered to him was that he felt like he was in the wrong division again, that maybe he wouldn't ever fit in any division for any length of time.
Rep arrived at the beach on time, obedient to orders and dressed in a pair of jeans and not a whole lot else besides, he was so used to being in the tropical climate he'd started just dressing accordingly, his freckles darkening up as much as they were able in the sunlight. He listened to Allan's opening statement with the same distant obedience. As far as volunteering himself for the swim club, he made no attempt to do so, he was a good swimmer, that was simple fact - a damn good swimmer - he'd even won the stupid swim trials in the cafeteria-turned-pool that one time. But he really didn't want to be on any kind of embarrassing team. The swimming he did was on his own terms, out in the open water or around the cliffs, he didn't want to be self consciously paraded around in shorts that didn't suit him one ******** bit and to be obliged to shave his precious and hard won body hair off.
Still, when his turn was called, he stepped up. "My name's Rep as you probably already know."
He looked around the gathered hunters with his usual wild stare as if challenging the entire world to a fight him if it dared. But it was uncertain and shaky, like a rooster puffing up to intimidate an entire pack of foxes. "My charm point is everything about me clearly." His tone was utterly deadpan and could not have been more sarcastic if he tried.
He crossed his arms uncomfortably, not fond of being in the center of collective attention even for a moment. " As far as past s**t, I've been working on the Arctic Base but that hit a lot of problematic hindrances lately with the fact that I'm not allowed off of the island on my own for any reason. That, along with other discipline s**t has meant that I've done a grand total of ******** all towards it in recent months. My specialization is still extreme terrain in name but its no been very practical for me with those aforementioned limits."
He took a deep breath. "Anyway, I'm restless. I want to do something exciting, maybe merc work on island or off, s**t where I can fight, s**t where I can get up close and personal with things that need a ******** thrashing." He had been roped into some of that recently in a round about way. He wouldn't say Mark had been doing him a favor - Mark was just an exploitative a*****e - but the fact remained despite the stress and turmoil he'd had honest to god fun. Fighting and being on his toes, being given orders, even getting hurt, all of those things satisfied him more than he dared admit. "Failing that I've got some research work I'd like to do in terms of exploring some info about Tracey that I picked up. Preferably, I'd like to do both at the same time, if I could get merc work, I'd be working on my combat co-operation with Tracey."
He trailed off awkwardly, looking sternly at the floor.
"Oh and. I've also been working on the bar. That's a personal thing though, not official business. But I wanted to use the meeting to invite people to like. The bar opening. It'll be announced on twitter, probably at the start of this coming month. It's also my wedding - which I note, you aren't obliged to go to both, I'm no gonnae make people tolerate sap for the sake of a drink. Come to both, come to one, come to neither, I don't care too much. There'll be discount booze, maybe some wings and dips. It'll be announced on twitter with the exact date." He shrugged his shoulders. "Figured of all people I had to tell my..." and he cringed even as he said it, as always treating it as a reputation assassination. "..nakama, first out of anyone,."
And with that he got out of the way to let the next poor sap speak up.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:38 am
Bix had showed up slightly early and then, realizing the theme, had gone back to his room to equip himself appropriately. With a sun division tank top and baggy workout pants, the top of a 'SUN DIVISION' swimsuit peeked just above the waistband. He still had it from the last time Allan had a swimming themed event and didn't want to be ill prepared if their lead decided they had to form a relay of some kind. A particularly large watermelon was serving as his seat as he munched on an already cut piece of another. Thankfully he'd been generous with the sun screen and wouldn't end up burnt to a crisp today. Bix sat off to the side, closer to Allan and the preoccupied Simon. It was true that the longer serving Sun hunters definitely looked to be their own breed. They had grimmer set faces (even on the usually positive Bix), lean muscular builds, and several years more wealth of scars than the newer recruits. Even those recently reaching full rank didn't hold the heavy sort of resigned composure of the older Suns. Bix didn't even pause his watermelon eating while Rep spoke. He hadn't been okay with the man's presence since he'd heard about the Shiloh situation. If Rep had been an animal in a zoo, they'd have put him down, but not on Deus. It didn't mean he was any more comfortable with the man as a 'comrade in arms'. Whatever punishment he'd suffered was all well and good but a history of repeat behavior just didn't make the archer comfortable. When would be the next time he snapped? When would Rep's next 'bad decision' be? Would there be another 'mistake' in the future? What if it was a battle? What if it was his limb that got axed 'by accident'? So Bix kept munching quietly through Rep's lamentations about his status. He was interested in the bar idea, but only from a social standpoint as he wasn't much of a drinker. Perhaps the barkeep life would suit the other, perhaps having some location to watch and protect would keep his attentions from drifting to other things. Bix's rind was discarded to the sand as Rep wrapped up, though to the archer the other man's statements seemed less about Sun Division and more about the red head's personal needs. Mina commented in his head, something that made him smirk wryly, but he still remained silent until it appeared obvious that no one else was stepping forward. "Hey guys!" Bix popped up now, wiping his watermelon mouth on the corner of the towel he'd brought just in case. "Most of you guys know me.. I'm Bix. All of me is my charm point," he paused for effect, "and I'm specialist in ranged tactics. I also help train new ranged hunters as best I can." He'd been putting a lot of thought into his proposal, and even pulled a little notebook out of his pants pocket. "So I want to make a training run for ranged fighters. Not just for Suns, but for all ranged weapons users. Something in the jungle that will force the hunters to work quickly, fight on the move, and hone their skills. I'll probably need some people to help clear the area of shadowlings... also manpower for small construction projects for the course." Anyone looking over his shoulder would see a tiny course drawn out, sloppy but complete. "Also I'd like to try and work closely with Moon or Mist divisions. I think we need to build relations between our offense and defense. I want new hunters to know how to fight with a defender so no one ends up shot or stabbed in the back." After that, it seemed he was done. There was a small wave to the group and he sat back down on his watermelon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 9:34 am
Chel had arrived (actually, she'd planned on playing hooky but then Simon showed up and she didn't really have a choice) and was super not digging the location. She had never really been a beach person. She liked camping and the mountains, but the beach was just a no go. Sand in all her metallic pieces of clothing, she could never go swimming due to dyed hair- the list of reasons why she didn't like the beach went on and on.
However, she did appreciate Allan flexing his muscles. She liked this Allan dude, however little of him she saw. He was weird, but she liked that too.
Regardless of liking Allan or not, she didn't listen very intently. Rep got up and she began tuning him out, if only because these kind of things bored the s**t out of her. It didn't help that he was basically telling the group his sob story (and somehow stroking his ego at the same time- she needed to learn that skill, it was impressive). He and Bix were both droned out by the waves and by Chel thinking about something completely different and completely inappropriate for the situation.
Of course, Bix got a little more attention, since he was her bow and arrow mentor, but as soon as he started talking about a training course of some kind, she zoned right back out. Chel began scooting towards the shoreline, but then Simon gave her a glare and she sat back down and moped.
She really wished Chris was here so she could make a sandcastle with him or something. Instead she resorted to making awkward piles of sand with sticks coming out of them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 9:52 am
This was Otto's first Sun meeting, and it was nearly everything he thought it would be. Surprisingly, actual work was implied to be done, which was a welcome surprise. Otto vaguely knew what Allen was referencing, if only because he often risked a venture to the Sun Lead for manga recommendations. The area was decorated, and pretty fun in all honesty. What made him uncomfortable were the watermelons. Watermelons... didn't he fight killer watermelons last time he was on a Beach meeting? Otto has prepared a folder of notes on his own project. He was doubtful Allen himself would read it, but maybe Simon was more in charge of that stuff. Regardless, it was on hand if needed. The blond took his turn to stand and introduce himself and his plans. Stage Fright was ripe in his face and posture. He hated speaking in front of crowds. Hated it. "Um.. My name's Otto. My charm point is <******** ya'll, I ain't got one." Because he was nervous, that made him volatile and irritable. "I been working on Survival Training course ideas. I wanna focus my area of expertise of limiting casualties by raising environmental awareness, and teaching hunters when it's time to fight, and when it's best to run." He learned new fancy big words. He was a big boy now. That and he bothered Cami a lot while working on what to say. "I ran a trial run of the survival training course some time back. A lot of people failed it miserably. I feel that's a big warning bell about hunter's abilities to keep themselves alive outside of plain old battle. I'd like to keep up with the training course, and improve it as need be."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 11:06 am
She had been early, but like Bix, had noticed a certain theme in play, and booked it back to her dorm to throw a bathing suit on under the tight fit of her new coat and a pair of shorts. If they did end up in the water, she'd be prepared! There was also a towel folded up on one of the water melons, where she'd been sitting before hopping into line behind her cousin. While she waited for the boys to give their proposals she dedicated a portion of her attention to going over her own, while trying to listen to what the other's had to say. Though honestly, the first two didn't have a whole lot to do with her specifically. Good ideas, just not ones that involved her. A gentle touch would find the back of Otto's shoulder as he finished up outlining his proposal for Allan, and Peyton flashed him a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up as she moved up to take his place. Rocking back on her heels, the daintiest Sun gave her head a shake to send her hood down around her shoulders. "Hi! I'm Peyton, and all of me is my charm point." What the ******** was a charm point? Didn't matter, moving on. She cleared her throat. "My proposal today is a specialization request." She paused here, glancing up at Allan, then dove right back in. "As far as I have been able to tell there doesn't seem to be anyone else Specializing in hand to hand armed or unarmed combat, and I feel there needs to be. I would like to step into that role." Another glance up. "I have been working with some of my peers in personal training, including regular, endurance and strength training, as well as grappling and spars, and I would like to branch out with this. I also feel that having a good foundation in basic unarmed hand to hand combat could be important. I know we have our weapon partners, but there have been, and will be, times when we do not have access to them, and having the know how to grapple unarmed could mean the difference between life and death." She flipped her card, scanned it quickly, then continued. "In addition, versatility with make-shift weapons, or our own, is also valuable knowledge, and could prove beneficial to all hunters and trainees on the island." The card dropped, disappearing into her back pocket as she flashed Allan a last, somewhat nervous, smile before she stepped back and let the next person have the floor, moving off to take a place at Otto's side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 9:25 pm
It was by pure coincidence that Milo actually looked dressed and ready for a beach trip - or he had simply noticed the designated location and figured it would be ideal to wear his long board shorts, a simple shirt and his hunter coat for the meeting. Stuff like that. He really had no idea what the theme in play was though, even him being a little more submerged in Japanese popular culture than maybe a few; but then again, he didn't watch a lot of anime, just a lot of live action stuff.
The watermelons were kind of cool and it made Milo realize just how long it had been since he might have had one, so he was not adverse to plucking one off the ground as he made his way over towards a certain pink haired bow user that he noticed when he arrived. Might not have been Chris, but Chel got some company in the least in her sand castle building - well, until he got the watermelon open. "Yo ~"
Eventually he'd make his introductions. Wasn't like he had much to propose. Though, he knew one was rattling inside his head somewhere; he could have sworn he had a really awesome idea once upon a time in a dream. Like, it was so Super Sentai but he couldn't remember it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 10:05 pm
An hour in, and Leslie was still lost. The most lost. The instructions for his division meeting had said something about a cornfield, and going cross ways, and due west, and-- well. He'd started at the wrong side of the cornfield, and things had just gone downhill from there. Leslie's sense of direction had always been lacking, even on such a small island. He was six months in, now, and he still couldn't navigate to the minipet labs or the jungle outpost without help. (Or, more likely, stubborn determination.)
Which was why he was here, on the beach, out of uniform (Because he had a thing about his coat: he never wore it, worried that it'd get ******** up, given his track record.), looking around in a bewildered and horrified state.
He, also, had spent no less than three months not even knowing his own division, and well, this was probably close enough, wasn't it?
So, Leslie lingered in back, vaguely wondering if this was where his instructions were supposed to take him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 10:19 pm
Chel perked up substantially when Milo joined her. It was nice to have a friend, and even more so one that wasn't going to pay attention (as indicated by his watermelon he was attempting to get open).
They couldn't really talk much since everyone was being all high horse and presenting, so instead she just sort of awkwardly gestured toward the sand and mimicked making a sandcastle with her hands.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 12:44 am
Allan leaned forward eagerly on his char, listening to the best of his retention abilities.
"Omedetou gozaimasu Rep-kun!" The Sun lead looked excited, not knowing any better about any of Rep's budget issues. "Simon-kun and I will support you as much as we can", it was doubtful Simon actually would, "so ganbatte Rep-chan!"
It seemed that was all he was going to offer in terms of helpfulness when he paused, tapping one fist hand against the palm of his other open hand in sudden revelation. "Oh right! A couple of nakama did express interest in trading their supporting roles. Our division, as Sun means we branch out our rays of sunlight to everyone, each and every division. Life and Death division have a darker kokoro harbouring deep within them, more so than the other divisions. This is your new mission Rep-kun! Become nakama with Life and Death Hunters and help them out as a team to spread our division goodwill! I'll also talk to Simon about the um, the other things," Allan scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "but I believe in you! Make our division proud to give the best service we can as Sun Hunters! I will make sure to let H-kun and Caelius-chan know as well that you are always open to help!"Baneful Rep has been assigned to some "exciting" Sun offensive duty in external missions. That means he can accompany any Hunters on EM and act as their offensive guide/ powerhouse. You may also now create your own EMs (just fling a quick pm to one of the GMs first with approval for one or a series) and invite people to them, gming the mission yourself and having Rep act as the offensive team player in it. It could be anything from research ones of searching for opponents, to taking down a boss for materials/ etc etc, as always, the sky is the limit! You can pretty much write any location, but it is also a good chance for Rep to "feel out" different locations and settle on a variety of terrains as well as types of combat outside. He has clearance for missions now, as long as they are missions and nothing else (leave)
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 12:49 am
Bix was next, and Allan listened carefully, before nodding just as sagely. "You have become very wise, Bix-kun, I see the shinobi teacher path lies in front of you. Simon-kun and I will do our best to clear a good part of the training field for you, so you may pass your knowledge to the younger ninja generations. Teach them well, and make them proud, but never forget to be always proud yourself of who you are!" iloveyouDIE Bix has clearance to work on a ranged training course, which you can turn into an ORP or series of ORP battle tournaments/ contests that anyone can enter! You can make a few of these as well so people are always practicing. Bix has also been granted a variety of IC prizes, mostly toys and pocky, but also a small monetary grant, for training course repairs/ setup/ etc etc. He can also recruit people to help out and practice with him/ set up courses/ etc. These people can be in any division!
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 12:56 am
"I agree!" This was in reference to Otto's comment, and Allan gave Otto next his full attention. "A Sun Hunter is like a finely polished weapon! You must always train, practice, and become better! A blade can never become dull because when it has become dull it is no longer sharp." The Sun lead probably took that line directly from a manga, the entire context of the analogy not exactly accurate, "Otto-kun! It is a delight to have you in the Sun division and I know you will work hard. Just remember there is no such thing as failing, there is only trying harder next time, and I know you will do your best to encourage everyone to always try hard! And smile!"Bittiface Otto has been given clearance to continue his project on survival courses. Three sections have been zoned off for him off island, and they are (mostly) safe and contain a rather large amount of shadowlings that may or may not harm people. One is in the Amazon, the second in the Sahara, and the third in the great Canadian wilderness. Otto can format the courses as much as he likes, and bring as many people as he likes to try them out and perfect it. He can also, of course, teach people one on one and help them walk through general escape routes/ look for signs of escape and danger (SURVIVAL) during each of these situations in these common mission locations.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 1:02 am
Peyton was up next, and Allan did a lot of arm crossing and thoughtful nodding. "Hmmm," he finally finished, "that is a lot of things to start off with, a ninja must learn the fine art of focus. Combat is indeed important, and close range combat one of the most dangerous. I think it is very important for you to train others, not just to train them but to also train yourself. You will all make great sensei one day, but you must look deep within your kokoro first to make sure the wisdom you give others is a wisdom within you." Beejoux Peyton has been given clearance to (tentatively) start specializing in close range 1 to 1 combat. That means instead of doing mass training courses, she should start out teach people individually how to PVP and protect and fight at close range, with close range weapons as needed. Her major focus is then to help trainees and other Hunters of any division out with PVP and also, more importantly, to learn different combat styles at close range herself by fighting with other experienced members, gaining experience that way, and then imparting it with others. Training is both learning and helping out!
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 1:09 am
Upon each consecutive lineup queue, Allan gave Chel a thumbs up and an encouraging smile, beamed widely at Milo as if expecting something great from this sentai hero and smiled just as encouragingly at Leslie, regardless of the fact that of a slight division mixup.
"Now!" The Sun lead clapped his hands together. "Everyone who did not have a chance to say something can still say what they want to do! But not everyone has to be a leader, as Sun is also about the best of support we can give! You've heard what everyone else has to say today, so give your one-thousand percent best to help them out as much as you can! Simon and I also do have some fun training for everyone! Your ninja task is to each and every one of you train and obtain your own Runic weapon, and use it in combat well. Our weapon is a part of us, but sometimes our weapons, like ourselves, can become tired, and that is when we must show them they can rely on us as well! Fight always, as nakama, so learn to the best of your abilities how to specialize in at least one Runic weapon, because a ninja is always versatile."
OOC People are still free to ask questions/propose/ etc still, this rp will be open for a while!
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 12:32 pm
Jerry was glad he had managed to at least make himself somewhat groomed and decent- He had just barely come back from the outpost they had sent him to and wobbled forth back into his daily Deus routine on what felt like autopilot when he had been called to the Sun Meeting.
Well, that was good timing, was all he could figure.
It was nice to see so many familiar faces again, although Otto had taken him by surprise- when had he changed divisions? Just how much had he missed while holed away in what was basically solitary confinement with his allergies and the jungle?
He gripped the stack of papers he had brought with to his chest as proposals were given and responded to. Everything sounded... practical, necessary. His own proposal seemed silly, but... he could make it work, couldn't he? He had proposed it last time, but life had been a whirlwind, and monsters in the jungle had taken a higher priority.
It had taken a few moments for Rep's points to fully digest- firstly, an actual bar on the island? It had been months and months and months, too many to count, close to a year maybe? Since Jerry had touched a drop last... already, his fingers fidgeted nervously, mouth salivating at the thought, a drink would be so good right now, but those thoughts were soon shoved aside as he fully comprehended the rest of what Rep had mentioned.
A wedding! They were finally doing it! Officially! And he hadn't missed it! He'd have to give his congratulations later, but for now, official things had to take place.
"Um. Um, er... I'm Jerry Collins as I'm sure many of you know- and some might not," He added toward the newer faces around the beach. "I've been on an outpost for a while but ah... they finally let me back! Ahahahahaha!!" He cleared his throat and pushed his scratched glasses up his nose nervously as no one else seemed to get the joke. "My er... charm point? Uh.." He glanced about the various faces as though searching for something, "I'm... I'm very musically inclined, and haven't exploded anything on the island in quite a while? Is that a charm point?"
Another awkward pause where he tried to comb his ungainly hair out of his face and look down at his papers as though they would clarify matters for him.
He moved along.
"I've been trying to er... catch up on everything going on that I've missed lately- heard a lot about the reconstruction of the town and um. I'd er... like to put a focus on reclaiming the School House- a bunch of us for a while have been trying to get that thing tamed, but with enough man power I think we could and... and it could be a very useful place for... for various further projects-" At that, he shuffled his papers.
The important thing was, the school house had a very impressive auditorium. A perfect place for the musical clenched tightly in his hands and locked in his brain for years now. But they had to not only clear out what shadows and creatures might remain infesting the place, but also clean the whole place up before they could even think about it.
He debated a moment... should he bother mentioning the play to Allan? Would he get laughed at? Would he be given options to find funding or would they be on their own? Quite a few people had seemed interested when he had brought it up last but... that had been months ago. Small steps. One thing at a time. He'd cross those bridges when he got there.
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