08-07-2020, 01:05 PM
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*･ﾟ✧ / BETA / 08 MONTHS
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?"
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?"
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags