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[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura; open
WHAT: Beach party
WHEN: Solace 22nd
WHERE: A nice bit of the Wounded Coast
NOTES: As ever, starters in the comments, feel free to make your own. People shockingly having a good time where nothing terrible happens, let me know if anything happens that I need to update for and warn in the headers please! The big beach cookout as mentioned in this post. Also Araceli's birthday, if you want to catch her doing the birthday thing that has a separate starter.

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vitamin sea | birthday | ota;

[foxsays]

[First light finds Araceli slipping away from Kirkwall with Lux on her heels - arrangements have been made to make sure everything gets to where it needs to go for later in the day, only the most urgent of affairs is to interrupt her - and she takes off on her nuggalope and out of the city proper.

It isn't the longest journey to where she wants to go and even if she could do this in Kirkwall, she doesn't need to. She has the choice. So she leaves and eventually makes her way to where a few things have already been set up for later in the evening, the nuggalope happy enough to explore new ground, the fox stretching himself out on the sand as she strips off completely, everything weighed down with her blades and away from the tides, Lux guarding them.

A few people she knows here know that her own don't celebrate birthdays as they do. There aren't gifts, there aren't the big celebrations but there's always this. There's returning to the sea the way you first stepped out of it so long ago. The water here is colder than the waters of Rivain last year but fortune has smiled on her because even if this still isn't the sea of her birth, Araceli's never had to beg an excuse to be away from the Inquisition just for this that perhaps might have been denied.

Taking a deep breath, she wades in then slides beneath the surface, eyes shut, listening to heart pounding in her ears until she eventually has to surface again.]

enough food to feed half of kirkwall probably | ota;

[foxsays]

[Remember a few weeks ago when Araceli brought up the whole 'let's have food that's kind of Antivan and kind of Rivaini, kind of somewhere in the middle'?

Remember any time Araceli has ever fed you? Or talked about how she has absolutely no idea how to cook for two people because when you grow up only knowing how to cook for pretty much a whole building the idea of sensible portions is laughable? Yeah, that.

There's a whole variety of food some provided by the Inquisition or whoever else might have volunteered to bring some from home, things Araceli has cooked herself that definitely look more like the Rifter end of the spectrum. It's a pretty seafood based affair with a big bonfire going once it gets late enough for that, and there's obviously booze because what party is complete without it?

Everyone's worked hard since they all came to Kirkwall, they've earned a night off to enjoy themselves.]

music & dancing | ota;

[foxsays]

[What sort of beach party is complete without a sing-along when the party is run by a bard who happens to be the daughter of a pirate captain?

A shitty party, that's what. You know you want to get up and sing. Or dance. No one's going to judge. Everyone's drunk enough or you can claim you're working off the embarrassing amount of food you ate, c'mon, it's a party.

What's the worst that can happen, no enterprising souls have developed FadeBook yet, your shame can't be tagged for the masses.]