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]

[ Jenny Lou appears, like an ill omen on the salt tinged breeze, grinning manically and intoxicated. She also has a two coconuts. They've not been made into drinks, she just has them.

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[<small> Jenny Lou appears, like an ill omen on the salt tinged breeze, grinning manically and intoxicated. She also has a two coconuts. They've not been made into drinks, she just has them.<s/small> ]

Dude. Coconut toss.

[highborn]

[ Who let this child drink? Vanadi eyes her warily, feeling too drunk himself to try and contain any particular chaos. Maybe she'll go easy on him today. ]

Do you mean just ... throwing them? Into what, the sea?

[windyvoice]

[ She let herself drink. ]

Yessss.

[ She lifts the coconuts over her head for emphasis. ]

[highborn]

[ Well. That does seem relatively harmless. He holds his free hand out to demand coconut. ]

Ladies first, my dear.

[windyvoice]

Hell yeah.

[She hands him a coconut. Then she takes her coconut and hurls it hard into the ocean.

Except she tries to throw it from where she's holding it above her head and ends up slamming it into the soft wet sand at their feet, spattering both of them with surf and sand. ]

...Okay, not like that.

[highborn]

[ He huffs something that might be amusement or might be a scoff, and for once doesn’t start all mind the splash. ]

Hmm. No. You’d better try again, so as not to be too embarrassed by my turn.

[windyvoice]

[ It is INCREDIBLY RUDE, whatever that sound is. And she absolutely makes a face at him for it. ]

Whatever, you're gonna regret that. [ She manages not to fall over when she leans down to pick up the coconut, but only just. The second throw is much more successful and the coconut lands with a splash before it's brought back by the tide. ]

Hah! What now!

[highborn]

Oh, yes, well done.

[ That's with a restrained smile, almost patronizing. He tosses his coconut in one hand, contemplative. ]

How far out do you suppose I can get it?

[windyvoice]

Dude, you're an asshole.

[ But she laughs when she says it, unbothered. ]

Betcha can't get it past that rock over there. [ And she points out to a distant crag that's been swallowed up by the tide. ]

[highborn]

Hmm ...

[ He makes a show of studying the rock, tossing the coconut a few more times. ]

That should be easy enough.

[ He's not a strong man, left to his own devices he could get it maybe twenty feet. But with the help of a little illusory magic, cast with a subtle wave of his off hand, he doesn't need to try. When he winds up and "throws", the thing arcs high up and nearly out of sight, splashing so far down that it can barely be seen in the distance. The actual coconut stays in his hand, temporarily invisible as he plants the hand on his hip. ]

[windyvoice]

What! The fuck!

[ Yeah, she absolutely buys that. Squinting out in the distance at the coconut bobbing slowly and then squinting back at Vanadi. ]

What the fuck!

[highborn]

[ Mmm-hm. One more small spell covers the splash of the coconut as he drops it, along with the additional cover of a bragging stretch of arms over his head. ]

Oh, it's not that hard. I suppose you'd better work on your throwing arm, hmm?

[windyvoice]

Dude! What!

[ She reaches over and pokes his stomach when he stretches, like that'll solve the mystery of how the fuck he did that ]

You're like a twig! How the fuck did you throw that far!

[highborn]

Mm. Well.

[ When he glances over (after batting that poke away, thank you), it comes with a quick wink. ]

Not all magic has to do with wind.

[windyvoice]

[ That literally makes no sep- wait. ]

You can do magic too! You did magic! Duuude!

[highborn]

[ He cocks both eyebrows, then holds a finger to his lips. Then nods a head at the coconut floating near his feet, suddenly visible again. ]

Magic isn't always well-received here. [ Particularly his brand of it. ] I'm sure you've noticed.

[windyvoice]

They are pretty fucked up about it. I mean it's not like we're fae or anything.

[ She stoops and picks up the bobbing coconut, managing not to fall over. ] Uhh... No offense if you are... I dunno what the fair folk are like in your world.

[highborn]

[ He doesn't look particularly offended, and considers the question for a few seconds. ]

Spindly, I think. But no, you're right. Their caution is understandable, but a little over the top.

[windyvoice]

They're totally spindly.

[ she tosses the coconut back and forth from hand to hand for a minute. ]

I won't tell anyone. People are already shitty about elves, I dunno how they'd be about magic elves. So like fuck that.

[highborn]

That's right. Magic elves, the worst of all categories.

[ God, it sounds ridiculous to him. He shakes his head with a huff. ]

Regardless, it's just a useless little trick. [ in that form, anyway. ] Nothing anyone need spend any time worrying over.

[windyvoice]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

You know what I meeean. Anyway, I'll keep it quiet if you actually throw the coconut.

[highborn]

[ His eyebrows shoot up, and with indignation: ] You are not blackmailing me.

[windyvoice]

[ she holds up her hands, two fingers an inch apart. ]

Little bit. Throw the nut.