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[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 15th 2012 - October 18th 2012
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: President Pisani throws a festival for imPorts one and all! While this is a catchall log for the first four days and set wholly in Merida, you are not limited to those parameters. If you want to pursue your own logs too, feel free!
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


It was a beautiful city, green and lush. Morning mist locked fingers with older stone and quiet brick. Much of the populace lulled in the valley between two solid growths of mountains, cushioned in an ancient palm and electrified by the lively pulse of the crisp, rain-courted air. The temperature is brisk, chilly, but that shouldn't discourage you from enjoying the lakes and rivers breathing through the land. The city itself is equally crisp and its usually pristine avenues are ablaze with color; banners and posters and warm hellos. There was warmth everywhere, in homes and faces and hands.

Welcome to Mérida, Hero.

Comments

[waiting]

Shots sound good. [ He's surprised that Ironhide hasn't drunk before, too, and like Ben, he thinks that's something that should be fixed pretty quickly. He flags a waiter down and nods, rattling off an order in stilted but surprisingly fluent Spanish, then turns, grinning at them both. ]

Hope you don't mind, but I figured I'd get things started. [ The waiter comes back with a bottle of tequila and three shotglasses, setting them on the table along with a plate of salt and lime slices. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He grunts, when his shoulder's personal space is invaded. Humans don't generally do that to him where he comes from. He doesn't shove it off, though, just stays put, narrowing his good eye a little.]

I have not been called a 'first timer' in... hn. Longer than I can remember.

[Then, when the drink actually arrives... He scowls at the limes. As if personally offended.]

Thought you said we were drinking.