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PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

Character(s): ERRYBODY (who signed up! ...or who wants to come, just tag in guys s'all good)

Location: UP IN HERE (aka the beach in Galbadia)

Rating: THROUGH THE ROOF (G to R)

Open/Closed/Finished: OPEN LIKE A MINIBAR

Summary: BEACH PARTY

Three days of sun, sand, and complete, unbridled fun--that was what Kiden had advertised, and she'd delivered. The slice of bright blue beach Nida had found for them stretched on one side into cliffs and a cove on the other, sheltered enough to be easily defensible but open enough not to make them targets. If they felt like exploring, well, the wildlife wasn't too much of a hassle, and apparently the jungle is lovely?

They had tents, food and drinks (lots of drinks) and plenty of other interesting things to last for the next three days--and Kiden, for one, was planning to make the most of it.

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[Sigh. He knew this was going to happen. This is why he brought one of those huge, deluxe tents. ~~And because he's a spoiled rich brat~~]

Highblood... Towels and sticks does not a tent make. You need far large pieces of fabric if you want something large enough to sleep under.

[Okay David, he'll let you finish and all, but he wants you to know there's something very important that you're not playing here]

You should play some Lady Gar Gar.

[His face is the most serious as he says this]

[Just looking over at his Captain with a disapproving glare. Of all the things to happen to them...

As they were crouched in a corner of the airship hiding from sight, Joe had overheard everyone going on about the beach party. Seemed like everyone was excited. And now they were roped into it. On the other hand, the could steal the ship while they were there, but then no one would have a ride back to the Garden, and most likely, they'd be in more trouble for that, and with a lot more people.

They had no other choice. They'd have to join in the festivities.]

It could be worse.

Man, I dunno what you're motherfucking talking about, hoofbrother! I can sleep under this sweet sheet any motherfucking time I feel like.

[He lays down and demonstrates.

He is really not sheltered by the tent at all.]

Honk.

You need to float before you can swim. Otherwise, it's just flailing.

Gamzee, Highblood, you could sleep beneath the sun, but that does not automatically make it a good idea. Why don't you stay in my tent, with me? It's big enough for four or five people, and I brought air mattresses. Doesn't that sound more comfortable, hmm?

[The option to take the ship crossed his mind many times and it was more than just a little tempting but Marvelous knew that these people were in the same situation as they were. If they were abandoned here, they were practically being left for dead and his moral code wasn't going to let him do that.

And since neither of them knew when this airship was going back to the Garden, they had to stay in the general area so they don't get stranded themselves.

So they had to stay, possibly interact with these people and stand out like sore thumbs in their coats while these people stripped down for a swim.

Marvelous' only response to Joe was a shrug of his shoulders.]

Better than doing nothing.

Awwww, fuuuuuuuck, that sounds like the titsiest of bitchtits, brother.

[Or however else that could be phrased. He bounds from the tent and leaves it as it is.]

Some motherfucker's gonna use this, though, so I be keeping it up. Be all charitable and shit.

[... Would that quite count as charitable when it's really, really crappy?]

[With that, Joe shrugged off his coat-- because face it, this was a beach, and beaches were rather warm-- rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and sat down in the sand.]

I heard others saying they brought food and other things. We could always get stuff from them.

[Of course, he expected Marvelous to make a beeline for wherever that food was.]

[David's taking a break from setting up speakers and other equipment for the main event.

that usual light purple t-shirt with the spiral design on it, obviously, along with purple trunks. they're ironic. obviously.

sitting down by her, pulling one of his own books from his sylladex.]

So have we resigned ourselves to people-watching?

[she spares him a glance, eyebrow raised] You make it sound like there's something more interesting to be doing here.

Fine.

[With an eye roll and a sigh, he leans back once more, allowing himself to float.]

Trust me on this one.

[Rikku keeps coaching him, eventually getting him floating on his stomach]

How y'feeling?

[jesus fucking christ zahhak where did you come from]

... As you wish, I suppose...

[that's not the most surprising thing he's heard this week. and he queues this up.]

[Marv did the same, slinging his long coat over his shoulder and looked around to map out the scene in front of them, noting the people there and also looking to find where the food was.

Also keeping an eye out for anyone they have already encountered before who wasn't so fond of the pair. Not that it mattered but, it was good to know nonetheless.]

Yeah. I'm sure they won't notice.

...Yeah. That's what they're going to do with it. [Oh Gamzee. You mean well, but fall so very, very short]

[He'll just lead Gamzee back to his tent, which did we mention was huge? Perfectly set up already and everything, and it's even got one of those screened in porch-like areas, which has five coolers stashed in it. Equius spared no expense when it came to preparing for this trip, because there was NO WAY he was sleeping on the ground in a flimsy little scrap of fabric and sticks.]

[Oh Zephyr, be glad Zak is paying no attention, because if he were, he'd happily mess with your mind. Probably by hitting the water and screaming at the top of his lungs as if something were eating him or something...]

[Maria's off fighting something so she isn't here to keep him in line. Luckily, he hasn't noticed a thing, and so hits the water with a splash when it's at about chest height, splashing around like a five year old in a bathtub.

SO dignified. Not.]

[Joe isn't much a of a people-person. That being said, he's down the beach some, where there aren't many people, and the music isn't too loud.

He started a small bonfire for some light, stole a few bottles of booze (mostly rum) and some food, and expected to just relax a little.

Feel free to bother him-- bring a few people, start a game of Never-Have-I-Ever (or any drinking game you have in mind), or what have you.]

[From his tent, obviously. You know, that absolutely ridiculous huge blue one that's as far from the water as possible.]

[He's just going to stand there stoically until the words "Ride ride, Pony, ride ride!" blare. Then a toothy grin breaks out over his face and he bows his head]

This pleases me. I will refrain from making further requests for the rest of the evening.

Probably not.

[Joe had tried to take a count of who was there while in the airship, and hadn't noticed anyone that could cause them trouble. Then again, there were a lot of people there.]

What do you want to do? [Besides eat. 8|]

By certain legal definitions, perhaps. But given that none of those seem to apply elsewhere on this trip, it'd be rather arbitrary to try that, wouldn't you say?

[aaaaand just a long swig of it as he turns back to the synths.]

[little bit of a smirk in return. this hasn't exactly been a great couple of weeks, but...this is helping.] Hardly, at least for the moment. If anything I'm just checking.

Checking on me? I can assure you that such concern is unwarranted; I know perfectly well how to layer myself to keep the sun from returning me to ancient dust. [your sister is, as always, happy to help. and snark, but that goes without saying.]

[Joe's count might not be that accurate. Marvelous had gone and made a few...acquaintances while Joe wasn't around.

You know, the kind of acquaintances you want to beat till their dead and then when they're down, shoot them for good measure.]

Whatever looks interesting.

Need it be out of concern? Really now, I'm completely aware of your prowess in preserving yourself so you may stalk unsuspecting human kine for another night. [he doesn't say anything about it but that smirk does disappear pretty quickly. what if he just wanted to talk, god.

also he's increasingly uncomfortable with connecting her with that sister label these days. that isn't a fact he likes to dwell much on.]

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Booze and a bonfire (and possibly some baked goods thrown in for good measure). c:

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