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

[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."

[keenly]

"Awww, don't joke about dogs," Colin says in a whiny-sad voice even though he doesn't know the context. "It's not funny when things happen to dogs."

[sulahnan]

"They might have, if I'd gotten laid on Nascere," is her almost immediate quip, shot back at Bene as she sits herself down next to the two of them.

"Don't worry, Col. Nothing is happening to any dogs."

[altusimperius]

Bene just grins back at her before sipping from his drink again, content to let them chat for now.

[keenly]

A gentle snort at her quip. He picks up his fruity drink.

"Settle something for us," he says to Athessa. "Ben thinks I'm too pale. Does he have a leg to stand on?"

Sip, sip.