30th Fix

[technohippie]

[Phone call filtered from drones]

I can't believe we've gone this long without a summer get-together. I think we need it, especially after that last little incident. So how about a pool party this Saturday at the rec center? Nothin' formal, but I can always supply some tunes. Bring some food 'n' drinks, and your swimsuit. What do you guys think? If there's one nice thing about Mayfield, it's the endless supply of nice weather, so we might as well take advantage of it.

Any other ideas? They got a divin' board, maybe we can have like a diving contest or somethin' like that.


[[OOC - barring any crises, look for a log post this weekend]]

Comments

[technohippie]

Mayfield never cared much for accomodating folks. I wonder if they'll ever send mind back. Hawaiian shirts lose their charm after nearly two years.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

You know they do sell other shirts, right?

[She grinned, her tail wagging.]

Do you need me to go buy you some real clothes, Quinn?

[technohippie]

Yeah, but they're, like, dress shirts. Or polos. Nuts to that. You find somethin' that ain't stuffy, and I'll take it.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Quinn, do you honestly think I'd let you look like a fashion disaster?

[technohippie]

It ain't that. More like Mayfield is a little lacking in the interesting clothes department.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Which is why, my good man, it pays to make friends with the tailors and seamstresses in town.

Also to bribe them with cookies. However I only call upon their powers as a last resort. I'll shake down the shops, see what I can find, and if I can't find anything good I'll ask around.