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Byerly Vlad Rutyer ([personal profile] bouchonne) wrote in [community profile] faderift2020-09-23 03:27 pm
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OPEN LOG: A beach party.

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.

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[personal profile] cozen 2020-09-27 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The correct answer is a spot further out and still in view of the beach, at most, or perhaps nowhere at all, depending on how difficult it is to pull up the anchor. But the wind is stirring, and the beach and everyone on it feel much further away now that Byerly has joined them, and Bastien is (stupidly, childishly, his bardmaster's spirit will burst through the Veil to box his ears any week now) bolstered by the shoulder-thump. So while he turns to close the distance to the sailboat, he looks up at Alexandrie (again, as best he's able under the circumstances), with her wind-whipped flag and grand sweeping romanticism, and leaves the choice to her. ]
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[personal profile] coquettish_trees 2020-09-28 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Do pirates make plans?

[ She makes a little grab at Byerly's hand as he taps her— a catch-and-release program— reaches to tousle his hair because she is tall enough to at the moment, and then points grandly forward. ]

Let us rather commandeer our vessel first, my countrymen.
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