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Mathilda hummed to herself as she strolled along the beach, taking in the water. It was nice to be back from the Alps, and it was nice to unwind.

As she continued, she noticed a glow in the distance. She kept her pace even, the smell in the air a wood fire rather than a fire. As she got closer, she noticed that it was a bonfire, and that there was a person attending it.

It was Mal, she saw. She hadn't seen him in while, and perhaps now would be a good time to catch up.

"Mal! Guten Nacht!"

She smiled at the man, which got wider when she saw the food.

"Having a party by yourself?"

Mathilda jolted as a body collided into her. Turning, she noticed that the body clung to her, and the body was attached to a familiar head of hair.

"Mercy! Hallo! Long time no see!"

Laughing, Mathilda was grateful she hadn't default to attacking. Grabbing Mercy by the waist, she gently set the girl down, noticing all the food she had brought.

"I was just out for a walk, but did I miss a memo? It looks like you're having a Party. Hope I didn't interrupt or anything. Es tut mir Leid."

Rob was still drinking copiously, but he'd gotten his head screwed on tight enough again afterd returning from the adventures in the Alps that he'd finally gone through the Hearth to fetch some supplies from back home in San Francisco. His favorite guitar was strapped to his back (reminding him of the weight and heft of the greatsword he wielded not that long ago), and he carried a box of various craft beers he'd been hankering for. It occurred to him as he stepped outside the building that he could have gone to London and gotten some good old British brews instead. Maybe next time. For now, these would do.

Looking around, he spotted a light down by the beach. He tilted his head, puzzled. Was that a bonfire? Instead of turning left to head back to the Dionysus dorms, he turned right and headed toward the fire. As he approached, he spotted some familiar faces -- Mercy was there, and tall Mathilda (he remembered her from the Two Truths and a Lie game), and that guy Mal he thought was his name, who'd spoken up so eloquently in the meeting and gotten mauled by the giant bird too. What was going on, he wondered.

He approached the group with a grin. "Hallo. Is this for anyone or just you lot?" he asked. Then he smelled the KFC. Oh god, when was the last time he'd eaten anything? "Who brought the chicken? I kind of love you right now."

Mathilda smiled as Rob joined them, nodding as the man spoke about the brought food.

"If the wine is ready, darling", she said to Mal, "I'll some of that. I'm not really a beer kind of gal."

She hummed in agreement to Mal's questioning of Rob's instrument, before bending to sort through the food. Lowering herself to the ground, she grinned when she found hot dogs. The weren't wurst but they would do.

Setting the box of beer down, Rob straightened then sketched an elaborate troubadour's bow to the gathered Chosen. Looked like he had paid his way into the impromptu party. "Cheers, Mal, thanks. Yeah, it's an acoustic guitar. I play a bit," he grinned. He eased the guitar case off his back and set it next to the beer, then plucked a piece of chicken from the KFC bucket and sat down, noshing happily. Food before music. And this gave him time to go through his mental music files and recall songs that others could sing along with (and that most everyone would know).

Finishing the chicken like he hadn't eaten in weeks, he removed the guitar from its case and noodled around a bit, checking to see if the instrument was still in tune. This was a different climate, after all. "Dunno if I'm up for singing myself," he advised the group with a wry little smile as he adjusted the tuning on one of the strings. He nodded in a friendly manner at the latest arrival, whom he recognized from around the Dionysus dorms, didn't know her name. Cute, though. So many cute ladies here.

"Any requests?" he asked, reaching for the cooler.

Mal slid off of his rock to get one of the bottles of wine-- this was a hearty red that he hadn't chilled, and he used an opener to pour a plastic cup half-full. "Try this one. Supposed to go well with chicken, Mathilda." There was something a little wicked in his smile-- supposed to go well with chicken indeed.

At the new voice, he turned a little. "More than room for one more. Wine or beer?" He gestured to the appropriate coolers, and then to the bottle of red in his hand, already opened. "White's on ice, red not so much. Though we can do that too, I suppose." There was certainly enough ice for it.

Mal recognized her face vaguely from the damn birds. "I'm Mal. Pleasure to meet you. Food over there-- sweet to the left, KFC in buckets provided by Mercy, hot dogs and other to the right." He pointed each one out for her. "I thought a bonfire would be a nice way to relax." If she didn't want wine, he'd put the cork back in and set the bottle down before he retreated back to his rock. It was still warm and he'd be damned if he gave up one of the best seats available.

"I feel like Margaritaville would be appropriate in this case." He toasted Rob with his bottle of beer as he settled back into his position on the rock, tucking his legs under himself again. "Or Hotel California."

The others were friendly, and it seemed like the party wasn't a closed one. Taking Mercy's hand she said, "Nice to meet you Mercy! I'm Beaulah, but Beau is much easier."

When Mal offered wine or beer she had to think about it. Really she could drink either, but wine tended to leave her feeling lightheaded after only a few drinks where beer didn't have such a negative effect. "I think I'm going to stick to beer for now, thank you. And it's nice to meet you as well Mal." Short names were nice, easier to remember.

When the choice of songs was brought up Beau perked up. She loved to sing, and even though her voice was more suited for Broadway that didn't mean she didn't enjoy singing other kinds of songs. "Oh, I think Hotel California would be awesome."

She moved to an open seat, close enough to the fire to keep warm but not close enough to burn her. This kind of light hearted fun with the other Chosen was something she needed, it would be cool if more joined them but the little group that was already there seemed like nice people. She wondered which God or Goddess they belonged in, only knowing Rob since she had seen him in her own cabin.