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

[altusimperius]

With the same amount of hesitation, Benedict then moves to pick up a plate and serve out two of the sausages. He hands them over.

"Rolls are that way," he murmurs, nodding his head in the direction of a table that contains just that, in addition to condiments and sides.

[muckspout]

Edgard stands holding the plate not moving. He looks over at the condiments then back to Benedict.

“So uh, what do you usually do if you’re not a cook?”

[altusimperius]

"I go into stasis in the diplomacy office," Benedict replies, with a sidelong glance to the unmoving Edgard, "like a golem."

[muckspout]

“Diplomacy seems like it would do that to a man.” Edgard responds easily, but still can’t seem to will himself to move.

“I tend to be less into talking, more into doing. Action, excitement, yeah.” He babbles while proving the opposite.

[altusimperius]

"Uh huh."

Benedict nods at him, at least feigning interest.

[muckspout]

Edgard sighs and manages to scuttle slightly to the side.

"Oh look, I have sausages. I should eat them. You know that. You gave them to me." He points at Benedict. "Good to see you. We should--smoke sometime again if you want to."

He scuttles a little bit more. He's almost escaped.

[altusimperius]

A smirk accompanies a little laugh. Ah, that's right.

"Sure," Bene says, loosening up only slightly, "just..." He looks Edgard up and down.

"...take a bath before next time, please."

[muckspout]

Every inch of Edgard wants to give a snide remark to this comment and explain to Benedict the virtues and philosophy of life spent more naturally. But, Edgard once again forgoes his values to say,

"For you, maybe I will."

And quickly leaves before he says anything else.

[altusimperius]

OOH LA LA