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

[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.