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]

Nice of you to volunteer, Miss Poppell.

[heirring]

Dare, [is said as promptly the second time as the first.] However I refuse to go on a pilgrimage to fulfill it, so word your proposal carefully.

[sulahnan]

I dare you to sing the most — [ What was the word... ] — licentious song you know, loud enough for passers-by to hear.

[heirring]

[Wysteria pauses, her face screwing up. For a moment it seems as if it might be due entirely to the licentious nature, however--]

I am a very poor singer, [is announced plainly.] And it is a round so it will sound silly on its own.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa looks to Byerly, then back to Wysteria. ]

So we'll sing it with you.

[muckspout]

[Noticing that the others have become distracted and Barrow appears to be missing, Edgard slips back into the group and picks up his flask. He sits down and takes a sip.

He’s safe now, probably. (Get him, Barrow)]

[heirring]

[From where she is reclined and with one hand flippantly orchestrating, Wysteria begins her recitation. For it is far closer to speaking than to singing, exceptionally flat and in some baffling meter despite an attempt to draw the first word out at length in order to set a non-existent key.

Maybe she just can't sing without accompaniment, or at volume, or both:]

Wheeeee-en Celia was learning on the keys to play,
her Tutor stood by her to show her how.
She shook not the note, which angered him much,
and made him cry "Zounds! 'tis a long prick,
a long pricked Note you touch."
Surpriz'd was the Lady to hear him complain,
and said, "I will shake it when I come to it again."

[thereneverwas]

[It's not easy for Barrow to hide himself, but Edgard did make the fatal mistake of returning to the group, allowing the former to circle around with the bucket of seawater.

Ever considerate, Barrow waits until Edgard has turned back around to leave again to meet him with the full force of the bucket, but just far enough away that it won't drench anyone else (they may get splashed, but that's the nature of war).]

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa is trying to clap along and do her part to contribute to Wysteria's round but gets interrupted by being in the splash zone.

She laughs, a good sport since it was her dare that caused the splashing anyway. ]

[muckspout]

[Edgard who was clapping at the song, let’s out a hideous scream when the water hits him. He looks like a drowned cat. He shudders from head to toe and pulls his legs to him curling into a ball]

[coquettish_trees]

[ and Alexandrie— who through all of this had managed, with the grace of a full day of rum, and sun, and the comfort of leaning into Byerly's warmth in the cool of the seaside dusk, to fall asleep— sits up in abrupt alarm (which may or may not knock her head into her pillow's chin). ]

[thereneverwas]

That's that!

[Barrow sets the bucket down next to Edgard and returns to the circle, clearly pleased with himself.]

Who hasn't gone in a while?