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[indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The Beach[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Campus[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]Welcome Home #1.021:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Chicanery on the Shoreline[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I] [@Lord Wraith], Lorcán // [@PatientBean], Calliope & [@webboysurf], Rory // [@Qia], Harper [/I][/sub]

[color=GRAY]Aurora and Harper exchanged greetings and replies and Gil found himself pleasantly distracted, in good company, good climate, and with plenty of exciting external stimuli. It was good to get back into the swing of things, find himself slipping back into the right frame of mind and the right way of talking, socializing. With the rest of Blackjack arriving - even Amma, offset in the distance but distinctly within earshot and sight-line, keeping tabs even if she deliberately separated herself, wasn't immune to the bond the team had been able to foster in the short year Gil had been attending the university; Katja, her towering stature exaggerated even further against Amma's significantly slighter frame, scooped up the dark woman with the ferocious affection she was notorious for. Gil's back ached in sympathy at the sight of the embrace - but he smiled warmly, appreciating the intention of the gesture, afforded even to those who placed themselves on the fringes of the team. 

Any affection for the unlikely group of compatriots was quickly replaced with the sheer crippling weight of second-hand embarrassment. Lorcán and Aurora were quickly engaged in conversation - expected, and with all the normal amount of pointedly [i]not[/i] discussing the obvious chemistry and electricity between the two - but this quickly unraveled as Rory - god bless him, with all the good intention in the world - injected what, Gil thought, was a surprisingly clever play to pitch the two dancing love-birds face-first into each other. Unfortunately, such a play was lost on the naive and too-nice, and all that really ended up happening was Rory pitching egg into his own face, and Lorcán pitching straight over the cooler that, again, had been delivered with Rory-brand good-vibes in mind. Gil couldn't help but pull his hands down his face as he watched the scene unfold in front of him and the rest of Blackjack, utterly powerless to stop any of it. Calliope, ever the aloof team mother, had watched the same events, and come to the same conclusion, and had helped Lorcán up before Gil had had time to react and interject himself for the same assistance.

He turned back to Harper and smiled, a well-practiced sparkle twinkling in his eyes, that 'don't worry, you're the only person here I want to talk to' look that he and Artie rehearsed for signings and red carpet interviews. 
[color=FCE205]"It's times like these, Harp, that I remember how lucky I am to literally be in three places at once."[/color]
With that, one after the other, two perfect-replica Gil's stepped forwards from the original himself, a shimmer in the air around all three as matter and HZEs rearranged themselves at Gil's will into new forms. 
[color=FCE205]"Gentlemen."[/color] The three said to each other, simultaneously, the overlapping identical voices creating a strange echoing harmony. [/color][/indent]
[table][row][/row][row][cell][color=fce205][sup]2[/sup]"Harper,"[/color][color=gray] Gil2 said, maintaining the smile and giving a polite nod to Harper, Gil3, and Gil. He went to Lorcán, helping him brush sand from his back and kicking ice away into the far-sand. He gently swiped the fallen seltzer from the sand nearby Lorcán's bruising foot, winking as he did so - they both knew the red-cheeked young man didn't really want it - and scooped an orange soda from the freshly-chilled cooler instead, thrusting it into Lorcán's open hand with one arm, while the other swung around Lorcán's shoulder and they gently stepped away from the group's earshot, head lowering as Gil2 began to offer what he thought sounded like sage advice, and hoped would be the catalyst to Lorcán just being frank with his feelings.[/color][/cell][cell][color=fce205][sup]3[/sup]"Ms. Baxter,"[/color][color=gray] Gil3 said, maintaining the smile and giving a polite nod to Harper, Gil2, and Gil. He went to Rory and Calliope, collecting a beer for himself and an energy drink for Rory, seeking to rally behind his well-intentioned friend and hoping that he and Calliope could streamline the plan somewhat and help Rory in his ever-quest to help other people. And perhaps, in the process, help himself - don't think Gil hadn't noticed how Rory looked at Haven sometimes. Or Katja. Or Mei. Or even [i]Banjo[/i] - not that Gil had any problem with that direction of things, but [i]Banjo[/i], of all the eligible bachelors around campus?. Hey big guy, maybe pick a lane and let other people pass, hunk.[/color][/cell][/row][/table][indent][color=gray]Gil - the original Gil, that is - meanwhile carefully followed Harper over to Amma and Katja, keeping one eye on his Strigidae companion, and the other on the combined-terrifying and separately-intimidating light-and-dark pair they approached. 
[color=FCE205]"Fortunately, that means you ladies have me all to yourself, Elf-Eyes,"[/color] said Gil, keeping that same smile plastered across his face. As Harper called them over, he waved cheerily, doing his best to present as welcoming a facade as he could manage; he'd have preferred the one-on-one time with Harper - perhaps Lorcán wasn't the only one thinking about the dance and potential partners, though he'd keep that to himself for the time being - but still, to be nearby was enough. And Amma, despite her idiosyncrasies, was at times enthralling company in her own right.[/color][/indent]