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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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[Gamzee is here and setting up tents.

Okay, he's stuffing his face with pie. Then he's setting up tents.

Very slowly and very shoddily with towels and such. Go Gamzee.]

[This is probably why Zak's tent looks better, he wasn't stoned out of his gourd before he tried to put his tent up.]

Dude, are those even gonna stay standing?

[He lifts up a sloppy, pie-caked hand in protest.]

Man, naw, I motherfucking got this. This tent's gonna be all sticking up like a motherfucking miracle hole.

[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.

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.

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?

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?]

...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.]

[Except wait, where'd Gamzee go? Wasn't he just with Equius?

Oh wait, there he is. On the porch. With his head right in one of the coolers. Oh.]

Man, look at all the motherfucking wicked shit you got in your pad!

[This is not surprising. This is Gamzee.]

I came prepared. You're welcome to anything in the coolers as well, of course, Highblood.

[Not that there's probably much Gamzee wants in them. They're mostly fruits, vegetables, and milk]

Naw, bro, I'm all covered like a motherfucking pie tin. Got all the slime I need up in here.

[... Well, okay, in the old tent, but he'll get all that in a moment.

Honk honk honk.] So where's this brother gonna be crashing?

[ Hey Gamzee, guess what?

You're getting a towel thrown over your head! ]

Surprise-!

[woah woah what is this thing why is it on his head ahhhh]

AaAaAaAaAaAaAaA fUuUuUuUuUuUuUuCk!!

[He flails around to get it off of his head. Many a honk can be heard.]

[oh it's a towel

okay

the honking stops and he slowly removes it from his head. That dopey grin was back on his face.]

Shit, sup, vanillisister? You know where this motherfucking towelbro came from?

[ Vanille jumps back a little to avoid the flailing— and she's trying not to giggle. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction out of him... Whoops! ]

A-ah, hi! Umm...

Nope, no idea! [ None at all, whistle... ] Maybe... He just wanted to be your friend?

[ Draping over your head could be a towel's way of giving a hug, or something? ]

... Aw, shit. This towel? Wanted to get his motherfucking hug on.

[YEP, EXACTLY. He yanks it into his arms and grins lazily.]

Man, we can get to be friends with all the motherfucking towels. All of them. You met any yet?

Guess so! Maybe you just looked like a really good hugger?

[ Or maybe someone put a towel over your head. ]

Just that one. It's my towel, actually. [ Hehe... ]

...

Man.

You know what that means, motherfucker?

Means this.

[He hugs Vanille. With the towel still in front of him.

Thus it's a triple towel hug.

Miracles.]

[ Triple towel hug...

This is great! Vanille wraps her arms around him and hugs back!

Towelbros need love, too. ]

[Always. After a minute, he unfurled his arms and gave Vanille a doofy grin.]

So heeeeey, what do you up and get at in a motherfucking beach party anyway? You humans are all fuckin' different, haha! Don't know shit yet.

[Well, that's an exaggeration, but yeah.]

Well... I guess, since it's a beach, you just do beachy stuff! Like swimming, or we could build stuff out of sand... I'm planning to try fishing, too.

Just... Do whatever you think is fun!

Fuuuuuuuuck, sis, a sandcastle sounds like nothing but the bitchest thing I've ever thought of doing... or you, fuck...

[Yeah, her. He scans the area around them and notices a particularly wet little patch of sand nearby. It looks absolutely perfect for molding the BEST CASTLE EVER. He approves.]

Man. How about we get our motherfucking construction going? Build the best sandcastle to end all of the sandcastles here. [Honk.]

[ She glances over... And smiles. He's got a good eye. ]

That sounds like a good plan to me! And you picked a great spot, too.

[ She drops her hands down and grabs at his wrists, tugging him forward toward their new destination. ] Lets go!

[He just kind of lets himself be dragged off without protest. He lazily follows along with her, but a good chunk of it may just be Vanille's arm doing the work. It isn't because he's lazy or anything. He's just being... Gamzee.

Once they reach the patch of soaked sand, however, he finally makes more movement and crouches down onto his knees.]

Man, it's been way too motherfucking long since I got to doing this. Look, sister, I'm gonna make you a hive. Yeah?

[He begins to form something like a cylinder out of the sand. Being that he's lived next to the water most of his life, he's pretty good at molding the sand!]

You'll make me a hive? [ She... Actually sounds excited by this. She drops down to her knees in the sand beside him, and taps her chin. ]

Then I'll make you a castle! And we can be neighbors. Sound good?

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