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Day by day, soon the change will come

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, PA.
WHEN: Sunday April 6th, 12 PM - Midnight.
WHAT: Registration in motion... among other things.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.

" The new frontier of which I speak is not a set of promises -- it is a set of challenges. It sums up not what I intend to offer the American people, but what I intend to ask of them. It appeals to their pride, not to their pocketbook -- it holds out the promise of more sacrifice instead of more security. But I tell you the new frontier is here, whether we seek it or not. "
( from jfk's speech "the new frontier," 7/15/1960. )

Though known for its heavy rainstorms, today Maurtia Falls sees fortunate, moderate temperature and a bright sun that is occasionally hidden by large clouds drifting by. Normally a relatively quiet location, news of the Swearing In Ceremony spread like wildfire throughout the city and set off intrigued murmurs among its locals, however they will and do leave imPorts visiting and strolling about their streets to their own devices. Most of the excitement is focused in its Town Square, with a decorated banner hung up around the main street reading Welcome to Maurtia Falls, imPorts! and where the Ceremony will be held, with the current mayor taking the time to drop in and view the festivities and welcome imPorts personally.

Volunteers of all ages gather at the Town Square and there is information readily available to imPorts looking to move across states and settle in government housing located not too far from downtown. Soldiers from the nearby base are more than willing and prepared to give imPorts a full tour of the houses should interest be expressed.

There is much to see in this city, also known for its exquisite cuisines and active nightlife if imPorts decide to stay past midnight and scope out the bars and clubs.

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[ Why the hell is Gil here if he's not actually going to eat? Who knows, but he was about to pour himself a glass of water before Sanageyama had downed the whole thing n a matter of seconds, putting this corner of the table temporarily without water until a waiter made their round with brand new jugs.

He waits until the young man finishes before asking from the side: ]

Are you alright?

[ He's not familiar with spicy food, is he? Gil avoids dishes like that with a tender stomach. ]

...I'm fine.

[He's definitely better at dealing with cold water than spicy food at least. Good thing to know.]

It was spicier than I thought it'd be, that's all. [Meaning "I didn't expect it to be spicy at all".] I'm not good with that sort of food.

[ Gil casts a sidelong glance at Sanageyama's plate before shaking his head. Though he's still not up to eating anything in spite of this restaurant touted as one of the best in the city, he picks up a menu sitting in front of him and flips through it to find a more suitable dish for this young man. ]

You might want to avoid that whole selection, unless you request the minimum spice level from the waiters.

Eh? Really?

[He give his own plate a momentary glance before turning back to Gil, a little sheepish. Truth be told he's not particularly familiar with a lot of this fine dining cuisine, so he just picked out whatever looked good.

He's an uncultured swine.]

What would you recommend then?

[ Uncultured swine in clothing.

Gil tries not to let his own personal preferences colour his choice. He drags a finger down the menu before pointing to one of the dishes listed: Warm lobster in a summer preparation. He's not sure what it fully entails, but lobster should have the protein this guy needs without being doused in spices. ]

If you're not good with spices, chances are you'll upset your stomach with them too.

[Lobster, huh...

Well, it's certainly lauded as some kind of fancy, upper class dish right? So it has to be good. He waves the nearest server over and gives them the order, turning back to Gil.]

It's not like I have a weak stomach or something. My sense of taste is just too strong.

[ He's not sure that makes sense, but he's not here to pick an argument. He puts down the menu, hands falling to his lap. ]

Maybe you should ask the staff, then?

[ Who subjects themselves to that sort of pain? ]

Lets give the lobster a try first. If it doesn't work out I'll ask them.

[A nod.]

Honestly, I'm not used to all this rich food anyway. It's not really my thing.

[Even when he was living at the top of the social hierarchy back home, he preferred food prepared simply, mostly because of his upbringing.]

[ Now he can't help a look in response. A touch incredulously: ] Why did you come to this restaurant of all places? It's rated five stars.

...well, they said free food. I'm not going to turn that down.

[Makes sense to him.]

[ ... Of course. He should have anticipated that response from him and anyone else. It is awfully kind of them to throw a free dinner at such an expensive restaurant. He wonders who's compensating them for these dishes... the government? The city? It has to be one of those. ]

You're better off with lobster...

What're you having?

[May as well ask. Guy seems to know a bit more than he does.]

I'm not hungry.

[ He does take the opportunity to pour himself a glass of water once a waiter has passed through with a fresh jug to replace the empty one.

Why the hell is he in a five star restaurant if he's not going to eat? IT'S A MYSTERY. Maybe he'll try something small later, but for now hydrating himself is the most important when he'll have more walking to do. ]

[A brief moment of silence where he returns that incredulous look from earlier with one of his own.]

You have less of a reason to be here than me, and asked why I came in here?

At least I'm hungry.

[ He leans away for a moment, looking incredibly sheepish. ]

I might eat later!

[ And most imPorts who attended the Ceremony are here as well, so he's lingering around them for the time being before he gets back to what he's come here for. ]

Don't people like you get kicked out of restaurants for that kind of behavior?

[It sounds a lot less harsh in his head than it probably is.]

[ He actually stares ahead at the staff weaving in between tables with plates, full and empty, balanced in their arms. He stiffens slightly. ]

They haven't said anything yet.

[ But now as he mulls over it, will they ask him to leave? It would draw attention to him and it would be an embarrassing scene, being ejected from a restaurant for not dining.

He lifts back the menu and begins pouring over side dishes. ]

Just a salad would be fine, I suppose...

Oh come on, that's so dull.

[He leans over, looking at the menu as well - though most of it means nothing to him, aside any obvious words like "vegetable" or identifiable meats.

So he just points at something random.]

Get that.

I'm not that hungry.

[ He waves a hand dismissively. ]

It doesn't matter if it's a "dull" choice or not; it's a choice regardless.

Seems like a huge waste to me, but whatever.

[His loss, he figures. The waiter finally arrives with Sanageyama's lobster, to which he picks it up and starts de-shelling one of the claws. Seems to be having no trouble at all breaking it with his bare hands.]

So you got a name?

[ Especially with the utensils right in front of him, Gil can't hold back a mildly grossed out look at how he just dives in, not even taking his time with it. Food isn't meant to be scarfed down like that! ]

Gilbert.

[ His eyes drift from the lobster to the utensils. ]

Um, you have those...

Eh?

[He stops what he's doing briefly, looking down to the utensils, then returns his attention to Gilbert just a little bit confused.]

No, it's fine. I don't need them.

[As if to illustrate(and completely miss) the point, he snaps the shell on the claw in two.]

See?

But you're getting your hands dirty.

[ Doesn't that bother him? It would definitely bother Gil. He cants his head. ]

What's your name?

Oh, right; it's Sanageyama.

[He offers an upward nod along with his name.

Back to the matter at hand though...]

Does it matter? I mean, I can just clean them afterwards.

[ A slight frown. ]

... Fine, whatever.

[ Sanageyama clearly has no table manners. A waiter approaches Gil, who is still the only one with an empty plate and asks him what he'll be having for dinner. He says he'll "start" with the salad.

It's just the salad he'll have. ]

You haven't been here long, have you?

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