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

[deuselfmachina]

[ Bastien's smile is a relief, something Florent only realises in the moment and discards as soon as it arrives, because ugh. But it's true! A relief to have perhaps a friend and therefore an ally in this place. That's reasonable enough, after the horrible past week and a half he has endured.

They spin. Florent stumbles a little, bare feet sliding in the sand, a laugh leaving him. Probably not drunk drunk, but he has definitely helped himself to at least one rum-filled pineapple before this moment. ]

A witch kissed me, [ he says, and as he stumbles back, raises his hand to show the shard of green light, faint in the bright sun. He then uses that hand to drag hair from his face as he adds, ] And now I am cursed for a hundred years.

[ A dancey kick, kick, and the third directs some sand at Bastien's ankles. ]

What is your excuse?

[cozen]

I heard—

[ The dance does not include an opportunity for leaning into gossipy range, at this moment, but Bastien does anyway. They’re going off-book for a moment, spinning where there ought not be a spin. ]

—it was horrible here. One big endless scandal. I had to see.

[ He hops back, where the dance calls for a hop. ]

And then everyone was so charming, I stayed.

[ He’s presently afforded an opportunity to take Florent’s hand, for one of those lifts, which doubles as an opportunity to peer at his witchkiss. ]

Was she at least pretty?

[deuselfmachina]

[ It's a non-answer, but then, so was Florent's. Appropriate conversation for a lively and somewhat off-kilter beach dance.

Out here, he looks a little like he's teleported directly out of the heart of Val Royeaux -- not due to any excessive prim and proper fanciness, and in fact he's not wearing any powders or rouges at all, but he is in peacock satins that stand out bright and rich in this setting, the backdrop of a duller, dire city. An open robe, matching trousers, bare feet, bare chest. ]

Très belle, [ he says. ] And the worst is that she stayed so even after revealing her evil nature, just to taunt me. But is it true? Is it very scandalous?

[ Maybe he will survive this if it is very scandalous. ]

[cozen]

[ While the dance affords opportunity for talk: ]

There is a talking skull in a jar, and there are three mummies in basement, and down the beach a woman is completely naked—and those are just the Nevarran contributions.

[ He assumes, in Skull’s case. ]

We also have—

[ The required steps stop being so generously enabling of conversation. But he keeps on when he’s able. ]

—pirates, and—

[ Hop. ]

—a whole mess of Tevinters—

[ And then they’re back shoulder to shoulder, for a more fluid finish. ]

—and Tevinters who are also pirates, and of course the rifters, and now our very own Orlesian actor.