PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

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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.

Comments

[tortileghostwriter]

[a day that will live in infamy. what have you done.

and adskjfljk STOP GETTING WATER ON THE SYNTHS...

and he'll show you "didn't just happen". just going to take a crack at sweeping her legs.]

It's much like what would happen if you were left to play violin, really. There's hardy any need for you to concern yourself on my behalf.

[tiiiiiniest bit of verbal slurring going on.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[what was that, gesture with her arms so the synths get ever wetter? CAN DO

wow if that had actually happened that would have been incredibly rude. she retaliates by sidestepping a bit and attempting to stomp down on his attacking leg.]

My violin pieces are typically private matters, so I suppose there may be leeway for genuine worry should I suddenly possessed to display my prowess with the instrument in a public venue.

[aaand then her eyebrow raises, because yeah she caught that] At this point I'd like to say that it relieves me ever so much that I have no reason to worry after you, but I'm wondering if that's a true statement.

[tortileghostwriter]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THAT...whatever going to just set up a couple of tracks up in queue while he deals with this

and fine just don't mind him actually letting himself fall so he can try pulling you down with him. reaching for your ankle. as for a response he's quiet for a little bit, giving an almost hollow chuckle, even more with that fucking echo.]

And are you asking out of any kind of actual concern for my well-being or is this yet more analysis? Because I've grown weary of the latter.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[NEVER YOU CAN'T STOP ME oh shit wait you are

she doesn't quite expect that maneuver and goes down, sand coating her everywhere because fuck you she's still wet. in an incredibly mature counterattack she kicks at him again, balling up sand in her fists to try and hurl it into his eyes]

I don't believe that my intentions are really any of your business. But I would be curious as to what you'd do should the answer you're not receiving be the second option.

[tortileghostwriter]

[TRIUMPHANT

and he's just going to show equal signs of maturity by kicking right back at her, and WHOA OKAY SAND TOWARDS THE EYES THIS MEANS WAR RETALIATION]

It's difficult to say with any certainty. I might talk, I might simply spurn your attempts entirely.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[NOT FOR LONG

FUCK YOU AND THE DIMENSION YOU RODE IN ON kicking and jabbing with her elbows now. maybe if she's lucky she can suffocate you in the sand.]

Then how fortunate it is for me that you'll never know for certain which it was.

[tortileghostwriter]

[bluh okay some of the sand went in his mouth IT'S ALL GRITTY...spitting that shit out.

AND NO YOUR DIMENSION'S THE OBJECTIONABLE ONE HERE kicking and jabbing right back hell no you aren't winning this and not if he suffocates you first

wait what is this sudden urge it feels familiar]

And how shameful that you won't get the case study you've been so desperately seeking in the event it was the latter.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[yeah you taste that? it's the nasty taste of defeat. you're welcome.

MINE WAS HERE FIRST AND SO WAS THE INSULT SO THERE god fucking dammit her lip is split now and fuck knows what's bruising up. she forgoes the jabs in order to free her hands to try for that suffocation tactic. even if she can't make it to the sand she can just hold his nose shut right

something is telling her to abort now but that is a stupid thing to do and it's promptly ignored]

You make it sound like I operate by the rules of consent that most of the scientific community operates on.

[tortileghostwriter]

[WELL FINE HAVE SOME OF YOUR OWN GRITTY DEFEAT

I KNOW THAT AND YOU KNOW THAT BUT NEITHER OF THESE TWO KNOW THAT and yes first blood. and WHOA OKAY THAT IS NOT COOL his shadow's just going to start shaking a bit more and his eyes go black. freaking out a little even if he won't admit it, trying to force her hand off.

you sure you want to go down this road]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[OH YUCK I SPIT THIS BACK ONTO YOU IN THE LITERAL SENSE

WELL THE INSULT PART STILL STANDS. does she want to go down this road? she is covered from head to toe in sand. she is going to have to shower a million times to get it all off, and to top that she's probably bruised to hell and back.

there's no return now. SAY GIVE BOY OR SHE'S NOT LETTING GO]

[tortileghostwriter]

[RUDE

FAIR ENOUGH I GUESS. you're welcome by the way.

very well then. LIGHT BULLSHIT TO THE RESCUE, he's there, then he isn't, just far enough away to not be reaching but falling when the stars are blah blah shut up Javert.

probably should've listened to that urge to abort because uh. he's kind of grabbing your shoulders. GOING IN FOR THE LIPSMASH AND HE'S

okay he's fairly drunk but is continuing to blame alcohol a valid option.
that shit doesn't so much add things as take the filters away]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[IT KEEPS HAPPENING

HOW DOES THIS KIND OF THING KEEP HAPPENING

Rose is stone cold sober (she brought her own water because she learns from mistakes) so it's going to be a little more difficult to explain her reciprocation away this time.

she'll worry about that later. now is the time to take revenge for her split lip.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE

yeah, he's...slightly aware of that and actually a little surprised, but he's definitely going to keep fighting her on this. let's go.

he's not terribly concerned with it right now. feelings are boring, kissing is awesome, and even with the aggression this is pretty nice.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[UNACCEPTABLE

time to rumble, round two. your bullshit light powers can't help you now and she is going to fucking obliterate you. however a person wins at kissing.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

SEE THE BRAWL TO END IT ALL

KNIGHT VS SEER

LIGHT VS LIGHT

TIME TO SEE WHO LOOKS LESS HORRIBLE IN THAT GARISH ORANGE PIECE OF SHIT

and whoa okay that is

even more surprising than her returning this at all but you will not win so easily however the hell a winner would be decided.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[spoiler: there are no winners in the Fight of the Century because everyone looks like a traffic cone in that shade.

there was this brief moment where she actually thought about shoving him off, but then her mind clicked on and said no don't you fucking dare this isn't romance this is another competition get your ass in gear and the rest was history.

and by history what is obviously meant is that she's casting her vote in how a winner will be chosen in the direction of it defaulting to her. always.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[that's because orange is a terrible color.

oh yes this is obviously the most entirely platonic of competitions as entirely platonic as the rest of their innumerable stupid competitions

and okay fine just don't expect him to not fight you on that or possibly launch a sudden death round afterwards.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[hey orange is one of my favorite colors you take that back.

are you kidding me this is practically clinical, there's nothing here but the passion of kicking someone else's ass.

haha yeah sure. good luck with doing that while dealing with your roommate, Dave.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[okay fine that shade of orange is a terrible color then.

totally clinical. that hand on your back? clearly just to add stability to this most double-blind of studies. that is also a totally mature competition for some reason.

yes he still needs to find a way to get back at you for that]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[yeah I can live with that, it's pretty hideous.

absolutely. if she's gripping your shoulder it's because she doesn't want to lose her balance and nothing else. and hey, even scientists can compete.

search all you want but there is no way. it was the perfect crime.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[precisely.

it's a very willfully stupid kind of insistence. yeah let's go with that.

and please he knows it was you. who else could it have been.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[when you're coated in more sand than a clam that's really the only thing you can fall back on.

excuse me but it's not rocket science to turn on the color function. that could have been anyone.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[i think the sand is the least of her troubles.

you are completely transparent and you will rue the day you did that.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[there is nothing more troublesome than being in a wet bathing suit and covered in sand. nothing.

hahahah yeah right. she's going to do it again and you can't stop her.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[not even the willful stupidity re: this entire situation?

we'll just see about that.]