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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] staysail 2020-10-02 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"A race," Darras repeats, slowly, "right. But... you know we're neither of us runners..."
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[personal profile] cozen 2020-10-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Then no one will have too much of an advantage," Bastien says, taking a few steps in the direction of wherever the drinks are waiting.

They're slow steps, with his feet dragging lines in the sand, like inviting Darras to follow. He only cheats at competitions when they matter.
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[personal profile] hassaran 2020-10-05 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not duelists, either. And we need another round. Be careful not to spill it on the way or I'll have to declare a forfeit." She's turning back to her book now.
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[personal profile] staysail 2020-10-07 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Darras scoffs at not duelists. What a lack of faith his wife has in him, or so implies the look he casts toward the sky. He dusts sand off of his hands--

And then turns on his heel to take off at a sprint. He gives Bastien a companionable smack on the shoulder as he passes him.

"No advantages, aye--"
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