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

[highborn]

The one before me now is quite breathtaking.

[ He isn't lewd, he doesn't pair the statement with a once-over of any kind — but it does come with steady, unmistakable eye contact. His smile quirks a little higher, and he nods without looking toward the ocean laid out before them. ]

Nothing quite like a horizon of water and air, hmm?

[tender]

I can think of a few things, [ Derrica says, head tipping to meet his gaze before she gives a little shrug, smiling. ] But I did miss the ocean. I haven't had a lot of chance to really enjoy it like this.

The passage between the Gallows and Kirkwall isn't quite the same. And taking the last ferry in after a mad scramble is usually too filled with questionable figures and seasick people on the verge of a hangover to bask in the ocean at night.

"What was it like where you're from? Did you live close to an ocean?"