faderift | OPEN LOG: A beach party.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You drop this?

[ How does one dwarf carry two rum-filled coconuts? Carefully, that's how, and the real trick's in making it look careless.

Vance's fixed his best winning smile on to purpose (shooters gotta shoot), trousers rolled to show a degree of ankle that'd just about scandalize Tantervale. By the look of his chest, he's not a man often gets much sun himself. ]

[ Alexandrie looks up at the voice, her gaze aimed a little bit higher than necessary— having not expected a Dwarf— but quickly readjusts and offers Vance a brilliant smile. ]

Ah! How careless of me!

[ She dutifully ignores the half-filled drink at her side and holds out a hand for the new one he's offering her. ]

And how genteel of you to retrieve it for me, Serah...?

Vance, [ Hey, ice melts. ] Afraid I didn't catch a name when it fell.

[ He settles into the sand a short distance away — close enough to talk, far enough for politely fucking off if she's busy. ]

Of the two, it is better that you caught the drink; the name does not disappear away into the sand.

[ Despite being incredibly busy with lying around indolently, she sets the drink down on the blanket with care so she can offer him her hand, eyes glimmering with mischief. He'd just sat down, after all. ]

Madame Alexandrie d'Asgard.

[ Tevene is rarely spoken, even in Tevinter. The formalities of documents and rank, the dozen little pissy ways that bureaucracy asserts itself; but not a hey, or how do you do,

So when he says: ]

Hey,

[ It's not without a trace of irony, shoved up on an elbow to stretch for the hand with that ring. His chin dips not close enough to touch lips to knuckle (he did just sit down); doesn't look any less pleased for it. ]

[ Her eyebrows raise over a widening smile. ]

What a delight!

[ To meet him, that he speaks Tevene, that it's conversationally enough to be purposefully informal which she will forgive for its amusing novelty; any or all of those. ]

And daring. I think if we continue speaking this way— [ a slight conspiratorial lean towards him and she whispers loudly, ] —everyone will think us Venatori spies.

[ It’s been a year or twelve since he sat drilling over lesson books — and a language rarely spoken is a language that fucking atrophies. But fake it 'til you make it.

(She sounds Orlesian, he sounds underground: It was only ever gonna be so good.) ]

We’ll need a mark, [ Points to a random beachgoer, ] That guy?

[ She raises a hand to lift the brim of her hat rather than shifting the angle of her head and nods.

And then waits patiently until their poor chosen fellow looks in a direction that points his ear toward them and he might be able to see them in his periphery before hissing a loud admonishment at Vance. ]

How is it you came to learn? [ A genuine inquiry, although delivered as one might a warning. In Trade: ] He will hear us!

OPEN LOG: A beach party.

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rolling on the assumption that asgard is a vaguely recognizably tevene name

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