Georgia wasn't terribly bothered by the influx of new people - she might consider herself the original newbie, but really, the most inconvenient thing was happening to be in the area when people joined. She was never one for going overboard or trying to seem like a gracious host, but she wasn't rude. Most of the time. Besides, she was perfectly comfortable with realizing she knew almost none of the newcomers; it wasn't a terribly foreign feeling. Memory was never her strong suit, anyways. Some of them had very memorable arrivals, like Alaire in the rain or Paola bowling into Devland. Of course...those were memorable events; that didn't really guarantee the storage of a name or a face.

Devland, however, Georgia knew. She'd observed his shoulder wound at his joining, and he'd called her "little" when she was found playing the handpan. The Havana feline was pretty easy to get along with, even if he had big nerdy brother vibes. When Gia found him, he was calling for a meet and greet, and thank god she got there before anybody else - or she'd be steering clear of the area. It was one thing to be comfortable with not knowing people's names, but publicly announcing it was a hard pass.

"This is Devland," The Somali announced to no one as she walked up. "He's embarrassed about his shoulder injury, likes to scribble in journals a lot and probably knows your social security number, and he has an obsession with snakes." Georgia plopped her fuzzy self down on a blanket, smooshing it into the sand before blinking at Devland with an impish grin. "How'd I do?"

Within the allotted parameters of the epithet they may be deemed excluded, if only upon the oversight their inclusion among the growing crew was one not applicable to those expected. Yet, of those fresh faces that had arrived within prior weeks, they may be grouped, the matter of introduction one they lacked experience with. It was age alongside the factor of fleeting memory that impeded such progress, the possibility of unfavourable disposition offering further complications.

The true motive of the event set up by one such newcomer was lost within the war staged for their attention, what once had been lacklustre attempts to find suitable entertainment abandoned in pursuit of offered treats. Discouraged the gorging of anything was one rather drilled into their mind, yet no heed was those prior lessons paid, as another spoke it was with paws grown clumsy in their haste they plucked from the assortment a tidbit.

What Harlow did not know, merely shoving the item into their mouth without thought. Briey satiated the words finally came to register, the odd manner of introduction drawing umber depths to the feline in question. Yet it was to Georgia that their attention skipped, settled as question was spoken around barely swallowed mouthful. "What's a…" Brief moment of interruption , muzzle scrunching up as they tried to repeat her words. "Sosal secoratie number."

Of introduction for Gia there would be none forthcoming, ruined already this event by the whims of a child, already reaching for another snack as though they feared once noticed they would be forced to depart or another may speak to Gold about this.

In most cases, Roan would've avoided an event such as this like the plague. As a child, he had been curious and determined enough to want to throw himself into any situation, and find out everything he could about everyone. Nowadays, however, he found that learning more about and growing closer to others just put him in a far more vulnerable position. Despite this, Devland had managed to pull off the rather impressive feat of actually getting Roan to like him upon their first meeting. He was a little too much of a chatterbox for the sage's liking, and he certainly seemed a bit too carefree, but honestly maybe that would be good for Roan. Make him a little less of a hermit. Besides, as much as he wanted to swear off friends entirely, the draconic feline found that the days were growing harder and harder when he didn't have anyone to turn to. So, despite his initial anxieties over approaching the beach, the siamese had just taken a deep breath inwards, making his way across the sand and over to the elaborate layout of blankets and food. He silently wondered how Devland had put such an event together, doubting that he could've made such delicious looking food and drink all on his own.

It seemed as though Harlow and his mother had managed to somewhat throw off the rhythm of the entire event, so the medic decided that he would try and step in and fix it. Roan admittedly didn't know too much about Georgia, but he could at least try to make a decent introduction. Settling into a sitting position beside his mama, the male gestured a paw towards Georgia, muttering with a faint hint of a smile, "This is Georgia. She seems to be musically inclined, has an odd connection with the sea – at least from what I've seen – and is fairly friendly, as long as you're not unbearably flirtatious." He could still remember Michael telling him about that particular warning with a wince, just imagining how many threats must've been tossed Calem's way. The male then opted to continue, his smile growing as he gently brushed his tail against Roxie's side in a little greeting, "And this is Roxanne. She's my mama, and she's wonderful at baking. Not to mention the way she's got with big reptiles. Most people call her Rox, or Roxie. And that little one right there is Harlow. They're my little cousin." Had he accidentally introduced three others instead of one? Oops. He supposed whoever went next would just have to do exceedingly well with his introduction.