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

Children hijinks

[muckspout]

Edgard walks over to Ellis and points at a boy on the beach.

“That boy says you’re his dad. And that one,” He points to a boy at a sandcastle, “says you slew a monster for him. Also, the girl next to him said you let her make you into a pretty princess.”

Edgard has a ghost of a smile, but folds his arms.
“I want to know how much of this information is true.”

[heorte]

Some variation of Oh, it's you drifts through Ellis' mind. It doesn't make it to his face, expression still placid as he marks out each child Edgard points to.

"All of it," he responds, crossing his arms as he watches the children. One has a small doll fashioned from seaweed by now, and Ellis assumes it's only a matter of time until the castle is either set upon by monsters or the site of a coronation.

For a moment, it seems that might be all Ellis volunteers. But in the interest of carrying the conversation onward, forcing out the looming memory of their last work together—

"Have they enlisted you?"

[muckspout]

“Well, I helped repair the castle a couple times and looked for seashells. But, then they were wanting to swim and I declined. That’s when they said you were more fun.”

He smiles at Ellis. “They’re probably right.”

It’s not until this moment that the irony of this topic of conversation, considering their last encounter, occurs to Edgard. His smile fades, but only slightly.