Nadine doesn't know the host personally, but word gets around. A small cynical part of her thinks it's a little ridiculous, a magic barbecue party in dream-space, but it's smart to keep up with people. To know what's going on elsewhere, to learn more about the world at large and how they fit into it.
Besides, there are people she wants to see and she could use a break from drama and feeling like a frustrated den mother. If she doesn't enjoy herself, she can just leave.
Honestly, it's familiar. Nadine's been to dozens of waterside barbecues over her life. It hits her a little hard at first, the unexpected sense of home. She's even dressed to fit the scene in a white sleeveless blouse and skinny jeans and white sneakers, the official uniform of thirty something year old women for New Hampshire summers.
But after a few minutes she shakes the almost haunting feeling Sam's domain calls up in her. This is a party, after all. She's here to have a good time, she's going to have a good time.
She explores the grounds for a bit, spending some time by the water. It's a pretty place. Relaxing. She skips a few stones and walks the length of the dock, ignoring for a time the greater reality of where she is.
Eventually she makes her way to the front, where the food and the yard games are. She makes herself a plate, shaking her head a bit at the absurdity of eating in a place that doesn't even technically exist, and settles in to quietly watch the festivities.
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Besides, there are people she wants to see and she could use a break from drama and feeling like a frustrated den mother. If she doesn't enjoy herself, she can just leave.
Honestly, it's familiar. Nadine's been to dozens of waterside barbecues over her life. It hits her a little hard at first, the unexpected sense of home. She's even dressed to fit the scene in a white sleeveless blouse and skinny jeans and white sneakers, the official uniform of thirty something year old women for New Hampshire summers.
But after a few minutes she shakes the almost haunting feeling Sam's domain calls up in her. This is a party, after all. She's here to have a good time, she's going to have a good time.
She explores the grounds for a bit, spending some time by the water. It's a pretty place. Relaxing. She skips a few stones and walks the length of the dock, ignoring for a time the greater reality of where she is.
Eventually she makes her way to the front, where the food and the yard games are. She makes herself a plate, shaking her head a bit at the absurdity of eating in a place that doesn't even technically exist, and settles in to quietly watch the festivities.