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[OPEN MINGLE] Veterans Poker Night
Who: Agent South Dakota (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ownperson) & Agent North Dakota (gooddefense) and you!
What: Card game social night for ex-soldiers/veterans and similar types!
When: Mid-late April
Where: 487 Juniper Street / North Star Farm, in Northwest Hollow
Warning(s): Alcohol use probably, war/conflict talk likely, others TBA as necessary
The notice goes up on the community board a few days in advance, and from there South figures word of mouth will do the rest. These nights were apparently already a thing, once upon a time, so she doesn't feel the need to make a huge fuss—ex-soldiers and people who fit close enough all welcome to a game night to have some fun, just bring your own booze. Simple as that.
(It's her idea, ultimately. More for her brother's sake than anyone else's, but if other people could use the social time, too, then maybe this will do people some good. Whatever. She doesn't expect much.)
The interior of the Katina farmhouse is a simple space. Step inside to an open space, with an archway to the kitchen off to your left and the living room off to your right. They've pulled an extra table out of somewhere to stuff next to the usual dining table, make more space, but there's a secondary games table set up in the living room too so a couple types of game can be played at the same time. Cards are set out ready, or if you've got a special set for your own game or whatever just bring it with you.
Alcohol really is bring your own, and anyone turning up dry-handed hoping otherwise will have to get by on whatever anyone else brings. What there is is a variety of snacks, mostly made by North. There's a range of cookies that look like absolute shit, but taste absolutely amazing if you take the chance on them; bowls of cashews; plates of little sandwiches; and some homemade cheesy bread. You're free to eat what you like, and drink as much of your own alcohol as you like—just, y'know, behave, don't get obnoxious, whatever, she's not your mom. Even cheating is whatever until you get too obvious about it, there isn't big money in this or anything.
Come in, play some games, talk to some like-minded people. They're not checking cards at the door, if your experience is anything like that of a soldier, you're welcome.
(Also, those who know about him needn't worry about the resident 13-year-old ex-AI, he's over at his other Aunt's house having a sleepover. It's very cute.)
ownperson) & Agent North Dakota (gooddefense) and you!What: Card game social night for ex-soldiers/veterans and similar types!
When: Mid-late April
Where: 487 Juniper Street / North Star Farm, in Northwest Hollow
Warning(s): Alcohol use probably, war/conflict talk likely, others TBA as necessary
The notice goes up on the community board a few days in advance, and from there South figures word of mouth will do the rest. These nights were apparently already a thing, once upon a time, so she doesn't feel the need to make a huge fuss—ex-soldiers and people who fit close enough all welcome to a game night to have some fun, just bring your own booze. Simple as that.
(It's her idea, ultimately. More for her brother's sake than anyone else's, but if other people could use the social time, too, then maybe this will do people some good. Whatever. She doesn't expect much.)
The interior of the Katina farmhouse is a simple space. Step inside to an open space, with an archway to the kitchen off to your left and the living room off to your right. They've pulled an extra table out of somewhere to stuff next to the usual dining table, make more space, but there's a secondary games table set up in the living room too so a couple types of game can be played at the same time. Cards are set out ready, or if you've got a special set for your own game or whatever just bring it with you.
Alcohol really is bring your own, and anyone turning up dry-handed hoping otherwise will have to get by on whatever anyone else brings. What there is is a variety of snacks, mostly made by North. There's a range of cookies that look like absolute shit, but taste absolutely amazing if you take the chance on them; bowls of cashews; plates of little sandwiches; and some homemade cheesy bread. You're free to eat what you like, and drink as much of your own alcohol as you like—just, y'know, behave, don't get obnoxious, whatever, she's not your mom. Even cheating is whatever until you get too obvious about it, there isn't big money in this or anything.
Come in, play some games, talk to some like-minded people. They're not checking cards at the door, if your experience is anything like that of a soldier, you're welcome.
(Also, those who know about him needn't worry about the resident 13-year-old ex-AI, he's over at his other Aunt's house having a sleepover. It's very cute.)