dance party at the dmv / meet and greet

[devland]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]He tried to remember all the new faces, but there were way too many. In recent weeks, a nice influx of individuals had joined. He had heard the trend had started since before his own arrival, and he wondered if the constant flow would cease. Devland supposed that was good news for the Typhoon, but he was lousy with names. On top of that, there were several long-time members whose names he couldn't recall. In fact, he had taken to not calling others by their names when speaking - an easy way to escape the awkward I-forgot-your-name conversation.

It would be easy for things to remain that way. He could get by with a breezy smile and kind words, but knowing himself, he would slip up. As nice as it would be to continue acting aloof, he knew he needed to at least try. Besides, he figured getting to know others could be advantageous for several reasons. He tried to tell himself it would be a good thing.

Feeling somewhat conflicted, he worked for the better part of a few hours setting things up. After much charming, smooth-talking, and a few well-placed jokes, he had convinced a few tavernkeepers to help prepare snacks and drinks for a little meet and greet. He'd stolen a few beach towels from somewhere and spread them out on the sand in an almost-circle around the food and drink.

He stood back for a moment, humming slightly as he surveyed the area. Once he was satisfied with his work, he called out, "Hey, meet and greet." While Devland wasn't overly enthusiastic, he did wear an easy, inviting grin. "The catch is that you can't introduce yourself. You've got to introduce the person next to you. Try to be as accurate as possible - or be as wildly incorrect as you want, I guess," he instructed, words forming around an amused chuckle as he finished.