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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

[gevurah]

You could, but someone else was there and I didn't want to disturb him.

[amiga]

Oh?

[She arches an eyebrow.]

[gevurah]

Just someone I spoke to while I was a kid. [ Touching on some private matters she'd rather not discuss again. ]

[amiga]

[That's curious, but Helena knows when to back off.]

Maybe we could stop by on one of our mornings here. I suspect the scenery would be even more lovely during the day.

[gevurah]

You bring a swimsuit?

[amiga]

Of course. You?

[gevurah]

Was the first thing I packed.

[amiga]

Atta girl. [She leads Kate toward a bar.]

[gevurah]

[ When they're inside, she looks at the menu to see what kind of local drinks they have. It's a big selection. ]

I think I'll have whatever you're having.

[amiga]

[Looking slightly overwhelmed, Helena places an order for two drinks that blend alcohol with several local fruit juices. The drinks arrive momentarily with little umbrellas in them.]

Cheers.

[gevurah]

[ She raises her glass with a grin. ]

Here's hoping it's a smooth vacation.

[amiga]

Here, here.

[She raises her glass, then sips her straw.]

Delicious.

[gevurah]

How about tomorrow afternoon? We go to the lake-- if you're not busy.

[amiga]

I'd love to.

[gevurah]

We can meet in the hotel lobby. We're all rooming somewhere in there, I'm sure.

[amiga]

[She smiles and nods.] Does one forty-five sound alright?

[gevurah]

[ EARLY.

Nah, she can do it. ]

It's perfect.

[amiga]

Terrific. [She nods, smiling. She is already looking forward to this.]