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

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[windyvoice]

[ Will absolutely share her grilled meats with the puppy and totally not help with the whole "Don't steal" thing, but like she hasn't shape shifted even once so far so it's fine, right??? ]

[bouchonne]

Excuse me.

[ A voice from behind her, sounding a bit affronted, as she gives Whiskey a piece of meat. ]

[windyvoice]

[ Both Whiskey and Jenny Lou look up with twin expressions of total innocence, having never sinned in their entire lives. ]

Sup.

[bouchonne]

Are you giving my dog an upset stomach?

[ He crosses his arms. ]

[windyvoice]

Noooooo?

[ Not intentionally!!! And also it's not her fault if Whiskey steals another piece of grilled meat from her while she's looking at Byerly. ]

[bouchonne]

[ He sighs, and sits down, the grumpy expression he's put on dissipating. ]

Well, if she throws up, you have to clean it up.

[windyvoice]

[ Jenny Lou grins, rubbing Whiskey's ears. ]

Hey, if she throws up out here, that'll be easy. Just gotta bury it. But she won't because we're totally practicing like restraint and all that shit.

[ Subtly inching Whiskey away from the food and toward Byerly.
See look they're so responsible! ]

[bouchonne]

Yes, when I think Jenny Lou, I think self-control.

[windyvoice]

Rude! And anyway all the more reason to practice!

[bouchonne]

Practice self-control? Is that something you're after, my dear?

[windyvoice]

Sure, why not. I mean like... maybe. Kinda?

[bouchonne]

[ An arched eyebrow. Well said. ]

And how do you define it? Self-control.

[windyvoice]

[ This feels like a test. Jenny Lou makes a face. ]

I dunno... Not... Doing things impulsively?

[bouchonne]

Hmmmm.

[ He has opinions on that, but, well - this is the beach. Maybe it's not the time. ]

[windyvoice]

What's hmmm.

[bouchonne]

A noise of acknowledgment. A thoughtful hum. The beginning of a song. Take your pick.

[windyvoice]

The song, but you gotta sing it.

[bouchonne]

As you wish. What shall the song be about?

[windyvoice]

[ Jenny Lou lifts Whiskey, waving her paws a little. ]

You know one about a dog?

[bouchonne]

I'm Fereldan.

[windyvoice]

Soooo yes?

[bouchonne]

[ Girl.

In a fine, rich baritone, he launches into Andraste's Mabari. He sings it all the way through - and does it with charming hamminess, lowering his voice at the dramatic parts, ensuring that the chorus is rousing and boisterous. ]

[windyvoice]

[ She applauds him when he's done, whistles included. ]

[bouchonne]

Oh, don't encourage me.

[ He flutters his hands in thanks. ]

I'll keep singing as long as there's applause.

[windyvoice]

Shut up, you know you're good at it.

[ She nudges him playfully. ]

I liked that. How many songs does Fereldan have about dogs?