<div class="floatright">(https://www.metro.us/sites/default/files/main/articles/2017/10/10/luke-evans.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gaston LeGume<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, March 1st | 1:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>City Outskirts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><br/>Gaston had opted NOT to visit a -lucky- lady this afternoon. Instead he had opted for a drive out of the city to off-road a little bit and to stop somewhere that folks wouldn't bother him. He was honest earlier, when he had told LeFou he had a headache. He just needed some time to clear his head and breath some clean, fresh air. He had parked his jeep on a bit of a rise, near a small river (or large stream, depending on if you were a glass half-full or half-empty person) and was laying in the bristly grass nearby. About fifteen feet away he had a small fire going, with a spit and a couple of rabbits he had hunted up slowly turning over and over, cooking up nicely.<br/><br/>Gaston was laying on his back, his arms bent, hands and wrists under his head, gazing up at the sky. He was thinking...<br/><br/>Another few minutes of pondering and Gaston's mind finally settled down on an idea. The next great thing he would do. The thing that would bring him more fame and popularity and possibly several strapping young boys. He needed a wife.<br/><br/>All that was left was to pick who the lucky girl would be.<br/>