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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.
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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[ He feels a bit self-conscious. ]
I'm fond of the ocean.
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I can see why. Mostly-naked and glistening in the sun is a good look for you.
[ But it is at least not hammering further on the issue of happiness. ]
How do you swim so fast? Will you show me? I missed most of the race, I was— [ he gestures to Whiskey. ]
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Well, step one - figure out a way to be shaped like an eel. So here, Whiskey, you take his feet and I'll take his arms and we'll stretch him out.
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[ He's also wiggling his feet invitingly in Whiskey's direction, so not too serious. ]
I can swim, you know, but it is— [ He moves his hands like seal flippers as well as he can without giving up his propped-on-elbows posture. ] —lake paddling. [ With the airy generosity of a lord: ] But we can do it later if you need a rest.
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Because you weighed everyone down with sausages?