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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] galvanising 2020-10-01 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nell was pale to the point of sparkly, but it's late summer now and also late in the day, which is more than long enough for her to instead have turned decidedly pink, though with enough of a freckle layer for her to claim it's a tan with an undertone of burn rather than the other way around. Except for her nose and forehead, which are indisputably burned. She is self-medicating with what surely must be one of the last of the coconuts, sucking on a straw as she drops to a seat beside Kostos in the cave, head tilting to watch the card table. ]

What, you lose everything already? Or do they know you too well to let you play?
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