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

[highborn]

[ Ugh, thanks. He waves a hand vaguely over his arm and shoulder where the droplets have landed, as if brushing away the air. The droplets dry nearly instantly. A safe move, he figures, as they're mostly invisible on the black sleeve. ]

There are sharks in the water, no? You're all taking your life into your hands for, as far as I can tell, really very minimal reward.

[ It's kind of a joke. He mostly just doesn't wanna get his hair wet. ]

[forwardmomentum]

[ up go miles's eyebrows. ]

Oh, yes, all sorts. It's a real thrill of a sport. They always say the fins are the first warning, but don't let 'em fool you -- you'll know they're nearby once you start feeling them nibble on your toes.

[highborn]

Yes, you see? I'm much better off out here, uncontested and unthreatened. [ He quirks a small smile, and, pointedly: ] Admiring the view.

[forwardmomentum]

[ ugh! miles is one hundred percent sure that vanadi is just being an asshole and he's not here for it. he bites back the immediate and admittedly not very cutting comeback that comes to mind and casts a sidelong glance at vanadi. there is...something distantly familiar about his demeanor. his cousin ivan likes to fly under the radar, too. miles's mouth quirks up in a sardonic smile. ]

What, afraid someone will realize you can actually swim?

[highborn]

[ Oh, Miles is very good at ignoring small, flirty comments, isn't he? But that's fine, Vanadi doesn't give up easily. ]

Me? [ An offended hand finds his chest. ] Oh, there's no afraid about it. I would be too busy quickly drowning, I'm sure.

[forwardmomentum]

[ he is trying! he is Trying. it's not so much that he objects to flirtation, although his barrayran mind is skittish about the idea of flirtation with men, no matter how galactically cosmopolitan he manages to be. it's hard to take it as genuine anyway -- he's certain vanadi is only doing it to get a rise out of him. ]

Yes, I'm sure you'd be flopping around quite theatrically. No one would be scarcely able to miss it.

[highborn]

[ Please, the idea of attracting attention with hysterics. He'd sooner die, thanks. His faint smile is automatic, nothing more than muscle memory as he studies Miles. A tiny dash of truth occasionally serves him well, and ... hm, this feels like a good moment for it. ]

I appreciate the vote of confidence. [ He offers a lazy shrug. ] I'm sat here because I'm tired and feeling disinclined toward exertion or fun. They both sound unduly exhausting.