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

II

[keenly]

It's good to see Bene outside the Gallows. After a short time has passed, Colin moves to relax beside him, rolling out a woven mat to avoid getting too much sand in too many places. His hair fans out under his head as he lies down.

"Good?" he asks, blissed out from the sun and the cold fruity drink.

[altusimperius]

"Mmhmm," comes Bene's easy answer, and he reaches lazily over to start arranging Colin's hair, with no particular agenda in mind.

"You look happy."

[keenly]

Having his hair played with only makes him relax more. He hums softly.

"I love the sun."

[altusimperius]

"It's been a good day," Benedict agrees. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth long enough to sip from his drink.

"Nice being away from the Gallows."

[keenly]

"Nice to see you away from the Gallows." Colin opens one eye to squint at Bene before closing it again. "I don't get out much either." Not that he has an excuse. "It's good to take some time and enjoy it."

[altusimperius]

"You do look like less of a ghost," Bene remarks, and settles back on one elbow to start braiding, as long as he's fussing with hair.

[keenly]

"Mm. Speak for yourself. Hold on a minute."

With Herculean effort, Colin turns over onto his stomach, allowing the sun access to his back and Bene better access to his hair.

[altusimperius]

"Someone's feeling punchy," comes the prim reply, and he pauses long enough to let Colin get comfortable before he begins braiding again.

[keenly]

A lazy chuckle low in his chest. He takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of Bene playing with his hair, allowing himself to think about absolutely nothing.

"We could both use more sun," he sighs after a bit. "Got to take advantage before winter comes."

[altusimperius]

"I don't know about you, but I am always the perfect shade of honeyed gold," Bene says, starting on a new grouping of strands, because apparently there will be several braids.

"As though touched by the Maker himself. ...the Tevinter one, not yours."

[keenly]

"All the way down," Colin teases. "But the sun is good for us anyway. I always feel better after a bit of sun. Mamma always said it's the Antivan in me."

[altusimperius]

That's the first time Colin has ever mentioned his mother, and though Benedict is tempted to ask, this doesn't feel like the time or place to get into it.

"Do you have any Tevinter in you?" he asks instead, sleepily.

[keenly]

"I did, recently." He glances up innocently at Bene. "You suggesting something?"

[altusimperius]

Bene pouts, his joke stolen.

"You ruined it."

[keenly]

A grin. "Sorry." He's not sorry. "Were you about to ask if I'd like some?"

[altusimperius]

Snootily, "yes."

[keenly]

"Sorry. I should've let you finish."

[altusimperius]

A pause that's a little too long, then, "oh! ...I finished, all right."

Quick on the uptake.

[keenly]

A soft snort. He hadn't even known he was laying that one down.

"I think I can do better." He rolls onto his back again and reaches out to tuck Bene's hair behind his ear, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

[altusimperius]

"Maybe." Bene kisses the tip of his index finger, then daps it on the end of Colin's nose.

"But we're in public."

[keenly]

Colin pouts a bit, but it's cut with a drowsy smile. It's not like he expected Bene to take him right here and now.

"Later, then." Meanwhile, there's sun. "Might settle for a nap."

[altusimperius]

"I'll keep watch."

In broad daylight, at a party. He sips his drink.

[keenly]

"My hero." He rolls onto his front again and cushions his head with his folded arms.

He doesn't actually sleep. It's more meditative than that. When his skin starts to feel uncomfortably hot from the sun, he knows he'd better move. He flips again and sits up, stretching slowly and feeling refreshed.

"How many bears did you vanquish while I was down?"

[sulahnan]

"None what-so-ever," Athessa says, appearing as if from nowhere. How did she do that? She's wearing so many jingly-jangly bangles and chains!

"Dogs, though..."

[altusimperius]

"Well look who's here," Bene says, trying for playfully derisive and just coming off sleepy, "I don't think they heard you coming in Seheron."