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

[muckspout]

Edgard plops down in the sand next to him and offers him a flask he pulls out from under his shirt.

“Truce?” He says shrugging.

[thereneverwas]

It's hard to stay mad at someone like this, especially since it's still warm out, the sun is still up, and there's really nothing else to immediately care about.

"...truce," Barrow sighs, accepting the flask and taking a swig from it.

[muckspout]

Edgard takes the flask back, drinks again.

“What do you know” he interrupts his thought with another drink. “about eating this?”

He presents a fruit. Is it a pineapple? Is it a coconut? Do these fruits exist here? Either way it’s nearly impossible to figure out how to eat without knowing.

He offers the flask to Barrow again.

[thereneverwas]

"It appears," Barrow says sleepily, taking another swig and handing the flask back, "that you will have to break it open first. Unless you're willing to risk your teeth."

[muckspout]

Edgard pulls out his knife and tries to cut into the fruit with it. It doesn’t budge. He then lifts his knife higher and brings it down onto the fruit with great force. The knife is now stuck in the fruit.

Edgard sighs and slumps down into the sand.

“I liked that knife.”

[thereneverwas]

"Really? You're just...?"

Barrow gestures to the fruit and the knife. Is Edgard really giving it up for dead?

[muckspout]

Edgard in explanation picks up the knife-fruit and tries to separate the two. He pulls and pulls and breaks a sweat doing so.

"Well, it's stuck! Do you have any better ideas?"

[thereneverwas]

Barrow watches this with a sort of dull resignation, sighing through his nose. Then, he gets up and offers his hand, silently asking for the knifefruit.

[muckspout]

"If you like, but it seems pretty hopeless to me."

Edgard hands over the knifefruit and slumps down in the sand.

[thereneverwas]

Taking the knifefruit, Barrow hefts himself to his feet and slogs through the sand to a large white stone a few feet away, the sort of which are all over the Wounded Coast.

Then, he gives it a whack with the improvised weapon, and fruit splatters everywhere with a sound that would be sickening if its source weren't apparent.

Turning back to the some-feet-away Edgard, himself now covered in fruit and obviously not thrilled by his lack of foresight, Barrow holds up the knife.
Did it.

[muckspout]

Edgard straightens up out of his slump and jumps to his feet. He runs over and grabs his knife.

"You rescued it!" Edgard whispers something under his breath in Orlesian to the knife and tucks it away. He then looks back to Barrow who looks displeased and covered in fruit. Edgard eyes the fruit on him and points a clump on his shoulder.

"Are you going to try it?"

[thereneverwas]

Following Edgard's gaze, and his point, Barrow notes the clump on his shoulder and picks it off, putting it in his mouth.
He considers for a moment, eyes narrowed, then shrugs-- it was fine-- and walks toward the sea.

"There's plenty on the ground," he points out, gesturing to it and regretting that instantly, "...maybe don't eat it." Is Edgard the type to eat something off the ground? Barrow doesn't trust him.

Nonetheless, he walks into the sea, dipping forward into an uncharacteristically graceful dive to clean himself off.

[muckspout]

Edgard watches Barrow dive in and reaches for a bit of fruit to eat. It is incredibly delicious. Edgard sighs enjoying every bite. He grabs another bit.

“Thank you, Barrow!” He calls to the water.