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]

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.