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

[sulahnan]

[ Judging by Athessa's face, she doesn't find it ridiculous at all. In fact, she's intrigued. Impressed, even. ]

Really? That sounds painful.

[ Prepare for stoner logic in three...two... ]

Kind of cutting out a few steps in the life cycle there, huh? Starting to feed the plants with your flesh before you've even been put in the ground.

[highborn]

[ Well. It's not wrong. He makes a face as he considers it. ]

Something like that. It was a strange place -- something to do with a rift. [ He waves it off as outside of his understanding, as so much around here is. ] Regardless, no one needs to see that.

[sulahnan]

[ For a moment it seems like she might argue, or insist, but the sharp breath in that she takes is let out not long after, shrugging her shoulders. ]

Maybe some other time, then. [ :^) ] Mind if I ask about that one?

[ The one on his face, she indicates with a sweeping gesture. ]

[highborn]

[ He would mind, as a matter of fact, but keeps the aversion off of his face. He smiles instead, drawing one knee to his chest to fold an arm around it for a more conversational sort of comfortable. ]

I'll trade you for it.

[sulahnan]

Yeah? Trade what?

[ Athessa isn't that invested, truly. If he wants to keep his scars off the table, all he has to do is say so. ]

[highborn]

Information seems fair, doesn't it? [ His smile is calm, personable, practiced. As a show of good faith, that he's not talking about anything too spicy: ] Are you an only child?

[sulahnan]

[ She smirks. Amused. If only Vanadi knew how free this information is. As trades go, pretty worthless fare. ]

Sort of.

[highborn]

Sort of? [ His brows arch. ] Does that mean half siblings? Siblings by marriage?

[ Or dead siblings, that's probably the third option. He doesn't add that. ]

[sulahnan]

I grew up with four other children my age being raised in the clan, and they were like siblings to me. But I was the only child my parents had.

[highborn]

Siblings by community. [ He smiles. Much nicer than dead siblings, that. Very quaint. ] Where do you fall among the ages?

[sulahnan]

[ Uhhhm. She has to think back, as it's been eighteen years since she saw any of them alive. Sorry, Vanadi. ]

There was only one younger than me, the others older.

[highborn]

[ A have to think about it answer still answers a few things, and it's really only an idle curiosity. It'll do. ]

And how old are you?

[sulahnan]

Twenty-nine.

[ Yes, yes, she knows she looks young. Athessa considers Vanadi for a moment, forestalling his questions with one of her own: ]

Do elves age differently in your world? That seems to be the case for the Provost.

[highborn]

[ He considers her right back, because — twenty-nine. A baby, by elven standards that he knows. All those scars suggest a different story, though.

He nods, finally glancing away. ]

More slowly, yes. Physically we mature about as quickly as humans, but ... [ He considers it a little more thoughtfully than he might have before, with a broader context than he's used to. ] Our lives happen more slowly. An elf living at home faces very little of anything particularly challenging in their first century.

[sulahnan]

Huh. That's a long time to go unchallenged.

[ It's an interesting thing to think about, especially given the context of how the elvhen in Thedas were once immortal. ]

Elves here used to live a lot longer. The stories say that it's being around humans that made our lives shorter, but who knows if there's any truth to that. It's why we call 'em shemlen though. Quicklings, or quickened children.

[highborn]

[ Oh. That makes sense, he'd wondered at that. He makes some small thoughtful noise, considers it a moment more, then flops back into the sand with a deep sigh. ]

I'd better start collecting humans then, I wouldn't mind a few years less. I've had a hundred and twenty-five of them so far, and I've done next to nothing with the whole lot.

[sulahnan]

If nothing else you've certainly become adept at dodging questions, [ she chuckles, clearly not minding his diversion of the topic.

Wherever the joint is, she fetches it up and takes a drag, holding in the smoke and then breathing it out through her nostrils. ]

Are you an only child?

[highborn]

[ Wryly: ] Ah, well, at least the time wasn't entirely wasted.

And no, no. Youngest of eight, in fact. [ He tips his head to watch that dispersing smoke. ] Have you any children?

[sulahnan]

[ Luckily the smoke is all the way out of her lungs by the time he asks that, because otherwise she'd be coughing and spluttering instead of the epitome of nervouslaughter.gif ]

Me? No, gods no.

[ And then, because maybe that was a bit strong for an initial reaction: ]

Sorry, it's just...that's kind of complicated, and also...putting me in charge of a baby just seems like a bad idea.

[highborn]

[ The answer pulls a quick laugh out of him; he feels about the same, but the question had to be asked. He waves it off with a grin. ]

I'm sure you're not alone. The Riftwatch seems a remarkably unstable lot. [ And then, more relevant-feeling, and smile lingering: ] Are you single?

[sulahnan]

[ Unstable might be a bit generous, but Athessa glances at Vanadi sidelong, her own smile trending toward mischievous. ]

I am. [ Might be until I die, too. ] Are you?

[highborn]

Typically.

[ 'Eternally' would be more accurate. He rolls onto his side to face Athessa, propping up his head in one hand. The other rubs almost absently at his face, tracing the bottom edge of the scar there. ]

I got this from a cultist with a knife and the enthusiastic will to use it. She got my eye as well, actually.

[sulahnan]

Oh yeah?

[ Athessa reclines back onto the sand, both as an excuse to stretch out and flaunt her assets, and to be better situated to brush a lock of Vanadi's hair away from his face, fingertips grazing his eyebrow. His eyes are not a typical color for most elves in Thedas, as far as she can tell. They're more like Loxley's, in that respect. ]

How'd you go about getting it back?

[ Ha-ha. Joke. ]

[highborn]

[ He'll gladly admire the view as she reclines, a little less quick with the polite return to her face this time. But he does make it back there eventually, mostly to watch for any reaction to his answer. ]

A demon gave it back.

[ People here seem so touchy about that kind of thing. Though, really, they were back home too. Still, he'd prefer not to immediately chase away a beautiful woman. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She does pause a moment, but as people like Bastien and Byerly have discovered, Athessa doesn't quite react the way most people expect. She looks curious rather than disturbed or uncomfortable, possibly because the implication is that demons back in Vanadi's world are different than the ones here, or because she would like to hope that demons can be returned to spirit form without killing either themselves, or a mage in the process. ]

Of their own volition, or did you have to convince them? [ This hardly seems the time or place to loudly repeat WHAAAAT? A DEEEEMONNN? GOLLY JEE WILLICKERS, VANNY, WHAT-EVER DID YOU DO? ]