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]

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.