Twenty-somethings gotta twenty-something

[mikangirl]

Who: Everyone invited, everyone gatecrashing (technically you're all invited, so...)
Broadcast: Who knows, maybe some drunken texting later on
Action: Iskaulit Pool!
When: 3 July

[It's a party for a narcissistic redhead who likes to be reminded she's alive.  Come celebrate!  Alternately, come sneak in and steal the food!  There's a bar set up for drinks drastically lowered to cost-price or to-be-paid-later-tab, a non-alcoholic punch in case of wandering minors (spike it and Nami will end you) and random snacks.

Oh, and a pool.  Which is heated.  Kind of important, that part.

Step right up, I'm reliably informed we'll have Thor with his shirt off, take pictures while you can.]

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[watermarks]

Ah, no, not really. [ And she's a little embarrassed to admit it. ] I just spar with Nami on Sundays and work in the garden most days and practice at night. And cook for the ship, of course. In Luceti there was a school and a general medical center where we could go for training. Here... I wouldn't even know who to ask, if I wanted to continue practicing becoming a surgeon, or who's interested in training people in what they know. And then it seems like every time we get set into a pattern, we stop off at a new system.

[ ...excuses, mostly. If she really wanted to, she probably could put out a general transmission... it's just... this place seemed so disconnected to her in many ways, and so alien and cold -- tins of meal, shuttling through space. She doesn't really know what to do here. ]