Hello, 4:20? It's time.

[zomboligist]

WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Town Hall
WHEN: February 20th, Evening
OPEN TO: Gathering style, so all!
WARNINGS: Casual drug use
STATUS: Open

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Two boxes were on Ravi's porch.

It's barely even been his porch for very long, so it might well be for Helen, but on closer inspection, they both are inscribed to him. Crouching down cautiously, he'd been careful in case there were new rats in these ones, but a quick glance inside the first and then the second yields delighted surprise and then an immediate plan. Really, it looks like a baker and a drug dealer have decided to woo him, given that one box is filled with rolling papers, enough pot to satisfy the village's population twiceover, and butter. When he opens the second box, he finds all the ingredients to match a large batch of chocolate chip cookies and cool milk.

Instantly, he wonders if this isn't some sign from the universe. "Are you trying to get me stoned?" he questions the heavens, but he thinks the reality is going to be very different. Given everything that's happened lately, he absolutely believes that people deserve a break and what better break than cookies, pot, and potentially just a few pot-cookie combinations?

He commandeers the kitchen in the inn and gets to work, recalling old recipes from uni about how to properly mix the butter and the marijuana to make sure that it's baked into the cookies properly, making a clean batch and very clear labels. While they bake, he rolls the remaining drugs into joints, and tries not to think about how he's basically about to become a drug dealer to the whole village.

At least it's not utopium. After that night with Major, he's ruling out scientific drug-taking for a while, yet. Soon, the cookies are freshly done and he's got everything ready, so he tapes up a sign on the box so that it sits in one of the chairs at the inn, an arrow pointing outside towards town hall.

FREE COOKIES AND JOINTS, TOWN HALL, ALL WELCOME, NO NARCS

Well, he had to cover all his bases, didn't he?

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[zomboligist]

As host of this little party, if you could call 'congratulations, we're all alive but not totally uninjured and who knows if the lightning is done' a party, Ravi feels compelled to try the product to ensure that it's not too strong and he's not going to have someone running out of here, on a terrible trip. He opts for one of the cookies, because he knows the exact weight of the joints (mostly), but he has to work with how potent the pot-butter is.

He ends up eating just the one, recalling old lessons about taking your time. Beyond that, he wants to make sure that he's still somewhat in his right mind when it comes to guiding people. He'd brought the box of cakes he had from a month or so back and a few bits of salt pork, figuring that if people have the munchies, then beggars won't be choosers.

Soon, all his worries about things being off start to drift away as time begins to jump and lapse in odd little spurts, leaving him confident that so far, so good. Now, he just needs to avoid the dreaded comedown, clutching water in his hand like a lifeline as he navigates through the town hall, keeping tainted cookies and real cookies separate, cold milk in between.

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana had a lot of questions. The first two were about the sign, the next was who threw this together, the third was about these weird looking baked goods and then what exactly this get together was for.

She saw Ravi and made her way over to him, her expression clearly confused. "What's a Narc?" She's learned to ask one question at a time or she'll end up not only confusing herself but everyone involved.

"Is it some kind of animal?" It sounded like one. Maybe it was a bird.

[zomboligist]

"Basically, if you squeal to the cops on us, that's a narc," he says knowingly, as if he hadn't been arrested for possessing drugs right before he got here -- unfairly so, given that Major had been the one doing all the illegal business in their house. "People who rat out their compatriots to the police instead of just having a good time are narcs and they don't deserve any fun," he says firmly, because that's just how the rules work.

[chosenbytheocean]

"The cops? Oh, that's what Danny told me about." She didn't have a lot of experiance with cops.

Her head tilted to the side while her dark eyes flicked over to the items that were set up for the fathering. It wasn't anything that she was used too but it looked like fun. "Why would you squeal?" Pigs squealed.

"So this is fun? Can I try?"

[zomboligist]

Ravi tries to assess her, the size of her, and heads over to the cookies to break one in half before offering it to her. "Start easy," is his advice. "You're very small, young, and you haven't done this before. The last thing I need is you tearing out of here paranoid and hallucinating something that isn't real." The paranoia part is something Ravi has his fair share of experience with, mainly because he's had a lot of mates who have accused him of some very unkind things, over the years.

[chosenbytheocean]

She was small, she knew that but to her, Ravi was very small too. She was used to more muscular men on her islands. "I'm not that young." She replied a little stubbornly while taking the cookie that he'd offered her. She bit into it, founding it sweeter than she thought it might be. This was her first cookie ever so she didn't taste anything off from it.

"I'll stay here." It's something that won't be to hard to promise or so she thinks. "What's supposed to happen?"

Moana wanted to know what she was waiting for.

[zomboligist]

"Give it some time," he advises, trying to make sure that she doesn't go overboard and he ends up with someone on an incredibly bad trip. "Let's sit down and I'll fetch some actual food, you're probably going to want that later," he says with a knowing nod, given how much he gets the munchies himself when he's on a trip with pot.

"Congratulations, you're about to get stoned," he informs her cheerfully.

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana found a seat and placed her hands in her lap. She hadn't been eating a lot since she arrived, she felt bad for eating when she wasn't doing more than making a net. So she's only eaten as much as she's needed which made it easy for the cookie to seep into her system.

"I'm still not sure what I am waiting for."

She stared at him. "I'm going to turn to stone?" She knew the feeling of drugs thanks to a few traditions on her island but Ravi's vernacular once again confused her.

[zomboligist]

He returns with some of the salted pork that he'd sliced up and paired with a few bits of candies that he'd unearthed from his gifts - that were starting to go off, so this is probably a long time coming. "No, it's a turn of phrase," he explains, settling beside her and pushing a glass of water in her direction. "You'll want this," he advises.

"Marijuana and people interact very differently," he says, donning his doctor hat again. "How you react could be wildly different than anyone else. Some people use it to self-medicate through pain. Others use it for recreation. Today is more the latter, but with all the lightning strikes, the former is on the table, too."

[onlyeverdoubted]

Individually, he doesn't know what several of those words mean. Together, though, they suggest something appealing, and he's trying to make a point of meeting people under the circumstances. Much as he'd like to sit quietly in a room alone forever sometimes, it feels like a bad idea. Mixing, a better idea. He's rewarded for his determination to not turn into a twitchy hermit (any more than nature made him) by a comforting smell that reminds him of home, home long enough ago that the memories aren't too tainted by fire from the sky. He hasn't really smoked since his Academy days--alcohol was a much more common and convenient vice.

He's settled, now that he knows this place a little better, on just accepting that everything is always going to be awkward. It's not like anyone he meets is comfortable, or that the fact that he crawled out of a fountain and has no idea what's going on is news to anyone. He lets himself in and only lingers shyly in the doorway for a second before he steps firmly inside, looking around for some indication of... local custom?

[zomboligist]

Ravi feels like he's looking at himself, a decade ago, painfully awkward in his dorm room while the cooler kids enjoyed themselves and Ravi just wanted to be home playing Call of Duty. He offers the new man a kind smile, hands in his pockets as he stands beside him. "First time?" he suggests, not in a tone that implies that something is wrong because of that.

"If you want, I've got normal cookies too, you don't have to indulge," he says, pointing in the direction of the untainted ones.

[onlyeverdoubted]

He's a bit perplexed by the question, not coming from a society that considered spending a few relaxing hours in a haze to be a particular moral failing, and therefore not much of a rite of passage or a cool kid thing. Bodhi wouldn't have been in the same room with any cool kids. His anxiety is purely social. "No, I... I used to do this all the time." It had been a stressful few years before he was whisked off to training.

[zomboligist]

"Well, then, in that case, let me show you to my wares," Ravi says, a little more excited now that he knows he's not about to get some buzzkill wandering around his impromptu party making him question how square the people around here are. He picks up a joint and tries to pass it off as something that's any good, but truthfully, he doesn't do this so often.

"Is that any good?" he wonders. "I sort of just started wrapping and it may have strayed into burrito territory by the end."

[onlyeverdoubted]

He's in no position to be judgmental. He's also getting increasing used to running repeatedly into completely unfamiliar words in conversation and breezing past them if it doesn't seem absolutely necessary to figure out. Otherwise, every conversation will probably wind up being mostly requests for definition. Nevermind what a burrito is. "I usually just used a waterpipe when I was a teenager, so I, um, I'm not going to complain."

[zomboligist]

"Inventive," Ravi says with delight and admiration, giving the other man an appreciative nod as he holds out the joint and the lighter he'd had to dig out of one of his survival kits. "I think you definitely deserve a light for that," he says, wiggling it a little, like he's giving the stranger an opportunity to back out.

Speaking of, he's about to get someone high and doesn't even know his name. "I'm Ravi, if my sign and general aura didn't give me away."

[onlyeverdoubted]

That wouldn't be too unusual by his standards, but he's happy to go along with more local etiquette. Whatever local means where everyone's a stranger. "Bodhi," he says as he accepts the offer, though he has to fiddle with the lighter a bit. It's not that the device is unfamiliar conceptually, just in execution. It works eventually, even if he can't help feeling getting an astromech to help would have been a lot easier. "I've only been here a few days. Um, feeling things out."

[guessihavelostcount]

Claire couldn't help but be curious when she sees the sign sitting on the chair and the open invitation for anyone who notices it. Normally, she would have gone to check it out without an expectation that joining in would do anything to her. Now that she knows her ability isn't working the same, she is definitely intrigued.

Entering the town hall, she takes a moment to study the set up before wandering over to the man who seems to be keeping an eye on everything. Tilting her head, she smiles in greeting. "Ravi, right?"

[zomboligist]

"Ravi Chakrabarti," he agrees cheerfully as he turns to look very much down, feeling like he's dealing with Liv again. For all the things he misses about their friendship, the height disparity is a strange thing for him to miss and yet...

He offers her a bright smile, still not having partaken himself, though he knows it's probably a matter of time before he indulges to get over the fact that he'd been booted out of his home by some particularly aggressive lightning. "And you are? Apart from very diligent in learning who I am?"

[guessihavelostcount]

Being barely five foot one, Claire is rather used to people having to drop their gaze quite a ways whenever they stop to talk to her. Especially when restricted to wearing reasonably flat footwear that does nothing for her short height.

"I'm Claire Bennet." Her smile warms as she holds out a hand to him. "And I'm diligent because of everything going on lately. I thought it was best to try figuring out who is who, especially if there is a chance I might have to work with them at some point."

Then she chuckles after a brief pause, deciding to offer a bit more information. "I'm a nurse."

[zomboligist]

He brightens up at her occupations, thinking that maybe he will fill the Liv shaped hole in his life, though he doubts Claire has the same penchant for hot sauce (and brains). "Pleased to meet you Nurse Bennet, which does make you sound admittedly like a future version of a Jane Austen character," he realises, upon saying it. "Forget I ever said that, it's good to meet you, Claire," he introduces himself properly.

"Do you have a specialty?" he asks.

[guessihavelostcount]

While Claire did like hot sauce now and then, she could be a little twitchy when it comes to brains. All thanks to a maniac who has a slight fascination with them and a fixation with her. Luckily, they were talking about neither of those things as she chuckles a little. "Could you imagine if my parents had named me Elizabeth?"

Sorry, Ravi, she had to say it before you told her to forget what you said. Nodding, she gives his hand a quick shake before answering. "I've worked in clinics helping doctors wherever they needed me. Where I started, there was only a few of us and so we had to take on different roles. Kind of like this place but not quite. We had an actual clinic with all the equipment we needed. Recently, though, I worked as a bartender when I felt like I wanted a break."

"What about you? What's your specialty?"

[zomboligist]

"I worked at the CDC after I got out of med school, but more recently, I've been a medical examiner with the Seattle PD," he says, making him a usually steel-stomached doctor when it comes to the weird and the gory, but this place has been surprising him with shocks. Literally, he feels like he's been shocked on a constant basis after the lightning strike hit his house, but he's still grateful it didn't strike him.

"Sadly, my skills have been put to use in the time I've been here," is his quiet comment. "Though luckily not as frequently as in a big city." The opposite problem has come to roost, though, because while the murders and deaths are more infrequent, it means that he always knows them.

[guessihavelostcount]

"So you're the one to go to about the gross things, got it." She says somewhat teasingly, nodding her head. Honestly, she is good with the weird and the gory too but one has to be when willing to experiment on yourself to test the limits of one's ability. It won't be like that here but some things do carry over.

"I've heard about that." She sobers, growing serious at his quiet comment while nodding her head. "I can't imagine how people are dealing with it so far."

Pausing, she glances around and decides to change the topic for the moment. "So which would you suggest? Cookies or..." A joint?

The countergathering of total squares? (3way thread?)

[candor1]

[OOC: Hope this is okay? we thought it'd be funny 'cause Jyn and Cass are both pretty straight-edge—but could still end up getting a contact high?]

Cassian pauses to sniff the air.

"I was going to ask what, in this context, a 'joint' or a 'narc' was," said Cassian, "but I think I'm starting to get the idea…"

He was quite certain Ravi wouldn't try to gas anybody with anything toxic. And the smell was in the same family as smoke he'd had to wash out of his clothes after not-entirely-varied meetings on relatively-varied planets.

*so much cackling*

[kestreldawn]

Jyn's a few steps behind Cassian after he enters the cabin, and her nostrils are met with a particular .. stench, one that vaguely reminds her of the pickled rankweed many of her fellow insurgents liked to indulge in whenever they happened to catch a minute to relax. She hadn't ever partaken in the activities herself, not so keen on the idea of having anything alter her state-of-mind, but given their current situation - being with Cassian, being in a new world, no threat of the Empire immediately looming - she thinks that perhaps they can at least investigate the scene.

She lets out a quiet snort of agreement at Cassian's comment, hovering somewhat close to him as her eyes take in the scene. The thick smoke in the air makes her eyes tear, requiring a few long blinks to adjust. She finds the person she can only assume is the owner (inhabitant?) of the cabin, and thusly, the drugs.

She hasn't met Ravi before, but he doesn't seem outwardly threatening.

"Safe to assume you aren't trying to kill us all with your cookies and .. 'joints,'" she quips, offering a bemused albeit skeptical look.