OPEN LOG: A beach party.

[bouchonne]

WHO: Everyone.
WHAT: A beach party.
WHEN: On a very hot day. At some point during the month.
WHERE: A beach just outside of Kirkwall.
NOTES: It is a beach party.

During a particularly hot and oppressive week in Kingsway, the Diplomacy division announces it will be diverting some of its funds to organize a party on a nearby beach. Kirkwallers are invited as well - a relationship-building sort of effort - but the party is mostly intended for morale boosting for Riftwatch itself.

The party features the following:

• Transportation to this lovely beach from the Gallows and from Kirkwall.


• Sunbathing and swimming in skimpy (or non-skimpy, if you're a fuckin square) bathing suits.


• Live music and dancing.


• Delectable grilled meats (and some vegetables, if you're a fuckin square).


• Rum drinks served in hollowed-out fruits.


• A sandcastle-building competition.


• A swim race.


• A few fun little sailboats bobbing around out on the water.

Does all that sound too wholesome? Great! There's also a cave system in the cliffs next to the beach. These little grottos are full of nooks and crannies and are perfect for a bit of sinful action after dark; in one cavern, there'll be some gambling games where some of Kirkwall's citizens are losing money; in another, you're likely to run into people making out.

Have fun! Soak up sun! Don't get in trouble! Or do, whatever, it's a beach party.

Comments

Barrow ota

[thereneverwas]

I. Sunbathing

It may have started as some mid-afternoon sunbathing, but it has become a nap. A half-drunk beverage beside him, Barrow is shirtless and immobile save for the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest.
He snores quietly.

II. Dancing

Glad to jump in with anyone else who needs a partner and seems willing, Barrow proves himself remarkably graceful in dancing for someone of such bulky construction.
Ever the gentleman, he concludes each song with a courteous bow.

i.

[cozen]

Bastien has settled nearby for one of his brief reading breaks, fruit drink in hand. He looks over at the sound of snores.

Hmm.

He finishes his paragraph, then looks over again.

Hmm.

His Barrow-ward scoot is very quiet and positioned to avoid his shadow falling onto the man at all, except as absolutely necessary when—after further consideration of his options—he picks up a fistful of sand and begins squeezing it so a thin little stream of sand runs out of his grip onto the man's chest.

He's drawing a circle around a nipple, very slowly and lightly. Then the other.

They're googly eyes.

[thereneverwas]

At one point when the trickling first begins, Barrow stirs and seems like he might wake up.
Instead, he just turns his head to the other side and snores again. Bastien's masterpiece is unobstructed.

[cozen]

With that moment of danger past, Bastien gathers another fistful of sand to add a nose in the approximate region of his sternum, then lower—as low as the trouser style of the day will allow—to add a squiggly sort of mouth.

[thereneverwas]

There's certainly a wide enough canvas to make this happen, though its rise and fall may offer some difficulty.

Nonetheless, Bastien succeeds in the endeavor, and Barrow now has two faces.

[cozen]

How Orlesian of him.

Satisfied with himself, Bastien scoots away in just as much silence as he arrived, then eventually wanders off and leaves him that way for someone else to find.

[sulahnan]

Athessa is the next to find him, sneaking up silently after shucking her jewelry and leaving it where she'd been sunbathing.

She stifles a laugh at the sand face on Barrow's chest, then carefully starts burying one of the man's arms.

[thereneverwas]

She is successful in this endeavor.

[sulahnan]

His other arm gets the same treatment.

[thereneverwas]

zzzzzzzzz

[sulahnan]

And then his legs and if she succeeds that's when she'll coolly saunter away like she was never there.

I

[muckspout]

Edgard finds a spare bucket from the sandcastle competition and fills it up with ocean water. He walks over to the snoring Barrow, looks from left to right and then left again. He then casually pours the water on his face. He just couldn't resist.

[thereneverwas]

A horrid gargling sound and Barrow is suddenly sitting up, wiping water from his face with his arm, and looking around to find his assailant.

"WHAT THE FUCK," he yells, at no one in particular, or perhaps at Edgard if he's still here.

[muckspout]

Edgard, still standing there and not expecting this level of anger, puts a wide innocent grin on his face and lightly throws the bucket away. It was never there.

“Nice nap?” He asks.

[thereneverwas]

"Yes," Barrow snaps, as though forcefully saying the opposite, "thank you."

It's now that he notices the face that's been drawn on his upper body, half-destroyed already by the water and his movement, but he proceeds to brush it off anyway. damn youths

[muckspout]

Edgard plops down in the sand next to him and offers him a flask he pulls out from under his shirt.

“Truce?” He says shrugging.

[thereneverwas]

It's hard to stay mad at someone like this, especially since it's still warm out, the sun is still up, and there's really nothing else to immediately care about.

"...truce," Barrow sighs, accepting the flask and taking a swig from it.

[muckspout]

Edgard takes the flask back, drinks again.

“What do you know” he interrupts his thought with another drink. “about eating this?”

He presents a fruit. Is it a pineapple? Is it a coconut? Do these fruits exist here? Either way it’s nearly impossible to figure out how to eat without knowing.

He offers the flask to Barrow again.

[thereneverwas]

"It appears," Barrow says sleepily, taking another swig and handing the flask back, "that you will have to break it open first. Unless you're willing to risk your teeth."

[muckspout]

Edgard pulls out his knife and tries to cut into the fruit with it. It doesn’t budge. He then lifts his knife higher and brings it down onto the fruit with great force. The knife is now stuck in the fruit.

Edgard sighs and slumps down into the sand.

“I liked that knife.”

[thereneverwas]

"Really? You're just...?"

Barrow gestures to the fruit and the knife. Is Edgard really giving it up for dead?

[muckspout]

Edgard in explanation picks up the knife-fruit and tries to separate the two. He pulls and pulls and breaks a sweat doing so.

"Well, it's stuck! Do you have any better ideas?"

[thereneverwas]

Barrow watches this with a sort of dull resignation, sighing through his nose. Then, he gets up and offers his hand, silently asking for the knifefruit.

[muckspout]

"If you like, but it seems pretty hopeless to me."

Edgard hands over the knifefruit and slumps down in the sand.

[thereneverwas]

Taking the knifefruit, Barrow hefts himself to his feet and slogs through the sand to a large white stone a few feet away, the sort of which are all over the Wounded Coast.

Then, he gives it a whack with the improvised weapon, and fruit splatters everywhere with a sound that would be sickening if its source weren't apparent.

Turning back to the some-feet-away Edgard, himself now covered in fruit and obviously not thrilled by his lack of foresight, Barrow holds up the knife.
Did it.