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It had come to Feronell's attention that he didn't know all of the candidates, especially with new ones coming in everyday, and he decided that something needed to be done about that. what exactly, took a bit of thought, but the boy eventually decided that a picnic might be nice.

It didn't take much effort to scavenge food for it, in fact, he had only barely asked when he found himself provided with a pair of baskets filled with picnicing food. He had given his thanks, and then carried both of the heavy baskets out carefully.

Of course, he hadn't really thought about how he would let them know, and he made a detour to the barracks, knowing that a majority of candidates would still be around, since this was one of the rare times that they had a bit of free time. He snagged a couple of the clean blankets, and then pulled out his loudest voice. "Oy, guys!" He was pretty loud, his voice used to having to shout across the ship in bad weather. "Picnic on the Beach! Food, fun, and maybe even a sandhold building contest! Tell everybody!!"

There. He left the barracks, trusting that that would be good enough to get people to show up.

Once he reached the beach, he set up an area a bit aways from the water. He laid out the blankets on the sand, but left the baskets closed. That would do. Now he just needed people to show up.

He had been more concerned with whether or not people would show up than he would have liked to admit, and when the girl showed it, he couldn't help but be relieved. She was a little farther away than he would have liked, but that was alright. At least she was here, and who knew, maybe she'd move closer later. When she waved at him, he decided that he should make the first move, and he walked over to where she had set up her own blanket.

"Glad to see you," he said, in way of greeting. "I figure we'll eat once more people arrive, and go from there. The plan's just to play it by ear, and have fun." He grinned. "Oh, right." How could he forget to introduce himself. That was the whole point, to get to know each other. "The name's Feronell."

"The pleasure is mine." He took her hand, and laid a quick kiss across her knuckles, and then released it. ""Have you been at the weyr long?" He didn't think so, but one never knew. It was possible that he had just missed seeing her around.

He hadn't really payed that much attention to the other candidates, something that he was using this occasion to fix, and so, that wouldn't really surprise him.

Lathis' eyes flicked up as she heard a loud voice calling out about a picnic. Did she really want to go? She glanced down at the braided cord in her hands. Perhaps she would take something down to work on and then she could watch the candidates doing whatever. The worst possibility could be she'd become bored; in that case, she could always leave.

She stood up and changed into her swimming suit. The water would be cool after some time on the hot beach sands. Lathis carefully pulled her hair back over the scars on her face. She didn't feel like having the other candidates staring. With something to sit on and a small square of cloth wrapped around her hips the teen headed for the beach.

When she arrived she was surprised to find only a couple others there. Either the beach wasn't popular, or everyone else was just slow. She eyed the two, a boy and girl, before looking around. Lathis noticed the picnic baskets, unopened, and a couple of towels already laid out. How thoughtful. She was glad she'd brought her own as those could get crowded if lots of candidates showed up. With a quick decision she laid out her towel not too far from those brought, but on the opposite side of which Kindra had picked. All the better to watch and hear everyone.

Lathis had just settled down and gotten her cords arranged to her liking for braiding when the boy surprisingly came over. She looked up at him, half through her hair. Quietly she studied him a moment.

"Hello. Lathis," she greeted and gave her name. "Don't mind me. It was a nice day for sitting on the beach. Once I get too warm I'll go swim." It had been nice of him to come over and greet her. Lathis doubted he wanted to actually stay and talk. Not with that other girl here. Still, as the host of the party he was doing his job. She glanced at the baskets and nodded. "I'm sure it'll be good."

Finbar had also been feeling like he needed to get to know the other candidates better. He'd been a candidate for a good while, so he'd seen Feronell around, but he couldn't say he knew him very well. He was ashamed to admit it, but he'd spent most of his first few sevendays in the Weyr hanging out with his old friend Neri instead of meeting new people.

That being said, Finbar was sitting on his bed, alone, untangling some ropes he'd been given to work on when Feronell came into the barracks. Finbar went to listen at the door while Feronell shouted about picnics and sandholds. Well that sounded fun! And where there was sand, there was most often water too. Finbar went back to his room to finish his work. But as soon as he was done, he put his things away and headed out towards the shore.

He was relieved to see a small gathering of candidates there already. He didn't trust in his abilities to keep up a conversation on his own, but he was happy to sit and listen. He came over and sat on the sand, leaving the blankets open for others. "Finbar." he said, adding to the list of names already given. "Hi." He smiled brightly in greeting, but preferred not to say any more.

Kindra noticed someone new arrive but didn't bother to get up, just gave him a wave and a smile, she'd been about to introduce herself when Feronell spoke to the newcomer, who'd said his name was Finbar. The smile was a nice one, friendly but sat where she was, seperate, well it implied she wasn't wanting to interact much, despite her intentions being the opposite. She eyed the water with slight distaste, she'd swum when she was younger (not by much) but not since her mother had gotten sick, and certainly not in a bunch of new people she barely knew, that and the reputation of Weyr folk wasn't always .... a good one when it came to being dressed for swimming. No.. Kindra would stay nice and dry thankyouverymuch.

Verra had made it a point to keep to herself in the candidate barracks, having only been there a scant day or two since the Gather and she was still rather nervous about whether her gamble would pay off or not. After all she had just given up a life of prestige for the basic chores of a candidate, her life before of course had been very hard work too, but there was a scant bit more pride to be taken in helping to run a Hold then there was scrubbing floors. Still she was adapting well enough and most of the weyrbrats didn't pay enough attention to Ista Hold enough to even know whom the young woman who now walked among them was.

Therefore when a boy called for a picnic on the beach she decided to surprise herself, and them, and actually perhaps attend. Her more formal attire had been switched out upon her coming to the weyr for clean, sturdy, but nice clothes and she now wore a pair of rich brown pants and a white tunic trimmed with orange. Verra even at the Weyr was prone to always wearing Ista colors. Approaching the small group she gave the boy who had called for such a meeting a nod of greeting and respect, taking a moment to sweep her eyes over the rest of the group to see all who was there.