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

[sulahnan]

I'm pretty good at reading people, [ is a nice answer, but ] but mostly I just felt like enjoying myself.

How nice that we have that in common. When can I see you fight?

[highborn]

[ It's an unanticipated swerve. He blinks, and leaves the smile on his face unattended. ]

I ... why should you want to?

[sulahnan]

Because I like to see what I'm working with.

[ She's not shy about this at all. ]

[highborn]

[ He sighs an unhappy sigh, mainly because he already knows this is something he'll make himself do. After a kiss like that, there's little he wouldn't do. He runs a distracted hand through his hair. ]

Mm. Who, then?

[sulahnan]

Me, naturally.

[highborn]

[ Well. He supposes that's better than some innocent bystander, but he makes a face regardless. Maybe it will go from fight to something sexier quickly, and spare him. ]

Very well. And the when?

[sulahnan]

At your leisure. Once we're back at the Gallows, if you like.

[highborn]

[ He heaves another sigh, just in case the first hadn’t made his take on all this clear, but nods. ]

When we’re back, then. I hope you’ll enjoy my inevitable death at your hands.

[sulahnan]

[ She smiles and leans in again, her lips brushing against his as she speaks. ]

We both will.

[highborn]

[ This particular trick gets him every time, any time. Unpleasant thoughts of any upcoming spars melt away. He tips his head and leans forward, missing her lips with his only just as they brush across her cheek, toward an ear.

Low, into that ear: ] Knowing you, I think, will be very bad for my health.