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

[cozen]

But the fortress—

[ He keeps digging, but the next wave washes away approximately half of the trench progress. ]

—and the Chantry! It was built in the Glory Age. It is irreplaceable.

[keenly]

Oh, that's different. [Colin narrows his eyes at the trench as if sizing it up.]

Well I know how I would dig trenches, but I'd have to be quick. It could be the only way to save the Chantry. And a population of strays.

[cozen]

[ More of the baby trench disappears with the next wave. Bastien rolls to his other side, facing the beach instead of the sea, so the next one will knock against his back. ]

I think trenches might not last very long even if they are very good. What about a levee? Any tricks for that?

[ He lifts his head to look beyond the sand city. Maybe there’s a log. ]

[keenly]

More complicated, but, um. [He glances around. Nearby is a bank with a number of broken pieces of shale. He points to it.]

Find the biggest piece of that you can. I've got this till you get back.

[He can discreetly shelter the construction with a small shield of force magic and no one will ever know.]

[cozen]

Aye-aye, [ Bastien says, and he rolls up onto his feet and runs off to fetch as instructed.

He's back shortly with the shale. ]

[keenly]

Thanks. [He starts digging back into the trench. I have no idea what I'm doing, by the way. Somehow we've got to get it in at an angle and make it stay?

[cozen]

Yyyes, or—

[ He scans the beach again. ]

If you see a little girl with blonde braids and no front teeth, flag her down. I promised her she could be a dragon and destroy it later. As long as we keep it intact until we find her.

[keenly]

Awwww. [A sappy smile.] I can keep it safe with a force field if you want to go find her.

[cozen]

[ Bastien considers that. Considers saying don't frighten the locals. But of course no reasonable mage needs his advice about that, so instead he just nods, and walks away a few steps before turning back to point at Colin. ]

I'm trusting you, monsieur. It is my life's work.

[ And then he's gone, headed for a likely-looking swarm of children playing something further down the beach.

(He'll be back soon.) ]