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

[heorte]

Perhaps he put her down too soon, Ellis thinks. But the thought manifests in his hand at her elbow, encouraging her away from the gate.

"We'll have to be selective about where," Ellis says, which can be mistaken as being sensitive to the secrecy of the project instead of his real concern, which is split between property damage and potential for injury. "Here, come with me. We should have some water."

Throughout the entire journey home, Ellis has made no comment on the status of Wysteria's sobriety. But he can make some attempt to head off the effects of it for her.

[heirring]

"Hold just a moment while I—" Leaning into his hand, she takes a moment (or a half dozen of them) to put her shoes back on lest she ruin her stockings by tottering around on the uneven paving stones in them. Once reshod to her satisfaction, she simply hooks her elbow in his and allows herself to be led.

"We'll want to test it outside of Kirkwall. The place I recommend to Enchanter Rowntree for the mage training would be perfectly suitable, I think. The question of range is an important one, and you can never be too careful with the first castings of a thing. It's very possible that the barrel will be overdrawn by the enchantment and"—she makes a demonstrative 'Ka-pow' sound—"explode."

This meandering agreement sees them as far as the back door. Before she can spend too much time searching her pockets for the key, the lock unclicks itself to allow them indoors.

"Ah, bless. You see. I told you it's becoming more agreeable."

Or maybe she has just been thinking it. The rate of flung objects seems significantly decreased in any case.