time to take a stroll

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Who: Quinn + EVERYBODY
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle

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[iguanasolution]

[The bows and quiver definitely get Frank's attention. There hadn't been many people at camp who used them, since roman soldiers liked swords and other short range weapons more. Only sons and daughters of Apollo got to use them, but all his hoping he'd be his father had been moot when Mars had decided to pay a visit.

The girl doesn't exactly look like the kind of people who goes out of her way to make friends, but sometimes looks can be deceiving and all that.]

Those clothes can't be comfortable in his heat. Aren't you hot?

[stillplaying]

[She turns her head slightly at the sound of the boy's voice, a scowl already forming on her lips before he has the chance to finish his question. Sometimes looks can be deceiving. Other times, they can be spot on. In her case, it's a mix of both. Because the scowl doesn't last for long. Not as soon as she notices that the boy addressing her, like most of those here, possesses a noticeable lack of clothing. It makes her blush and she ducks her head, looking back out to sea.

The lack of clothing might be standard beachwear but it doesn't make her any more comfortable. She'd much rather have something like the costume worn in the clock arena. Something that covers all body parts.

A second later, she looks back and shrugs. At least, she had traded in her normal leather hunting jacket for something cut out of a light linen. It's not so bad, not compared to what she normally wears into the woods.]

I'm fine.

[iguanasolution]

[Frank's girlfriend is from the 40s, so one would assume he'd be quicker on the uptake and guess the reason why she's covering herself up and why she looks away as soon as she notices what he's wearing, but he can be pretty obtuse.]

I think clothes your size are supposed to appear in the closet. I... think, I'm pretty new here so I'm just making it up as it goes.

[He motions at the bow with his chin.] You like to hunt?

[stillplaying]

[Her brow furrows in slight confusion when he starts to talk about clothing appearing in the closet. She's been here long enough that, while she doesn't understand how the closet works, she knows that it works. And that's good enough for her - even if she refuses to become too dependent on it.

Katniss glances down for a second, taking in her choice of clothes for the day, and the confusion lessons just a little. Oh. Right. She remembers the fashions in District 4. People don't wear much when water's involved. It's part of the reason she's so uncomfortable right now.

But he doesn't press the topic, moving on to gesture to her bow. Something she's slightly more willing to talk about.

Or, at least, nod in return.]

[iguanasolution]

I do, too.

[He makes a face as he tilts his head. That's not... exactly right.] Or, at least I like using my bow and arrows. I haven't really actually hunt for food, I just use targets. [And enemies, but Percy already scolded them for sharing too much right away.]

We could practice one day, if we want. I don't know many people who use bow and arrows. Where do you use them, the woods?

[stillplaying]

[Her brow furrows when he makes a face, curious by what seems to be a sudden disagreement with his own words. In her opinion, hunting is a clear cut activity. There's nothing to be indecisive about. You hunt or you don't. Because Gale was right. In the end, there's little difference between hunting animals and hunting humans.

At least, not until after, anyway.

But when he clarifies, she scowls. Using a bow isn't the same as hunting. A still target has nothing on a moving target.]

That's not hunting.

[iguanasolution]

Yeah, it isn't. [He has to admit that much, and he shrugs good-naturedly.]

At least I never hunted game, not for food. [He never really had to. Food had actually never been much of an issue in their missions- they made do with whatever they cold find, and then Piper got her magical horn.]

And I'm pretty sure going after monsters doesn't qualify as hunting.

[stillplaying]

[She shrugs. Though she doesn't know what monsters he's referring to, she's sure that in Gale's opinion, it counts as hunting. The methods are the same. But she wonders, briefly, if hunting monsters keeps you up at night as much as hunting humans can. Or if she had become particularly cold to those sorts of things. Her nightmares are never about killing the mutts that hunted her in the arena or in the Capitol.]

It does. Sort of.