Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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Blitzball

[fierybluebird]

[Do you not like the challenge of your game possibly being dry? That's okay, this one's all wet! Blitzball! Now with added challenge of the ocean and sharks!]

[tempesting]

[ Dolphin is super excited to play Blitzball. She's outfitted in a one-piece suit (more like the one she wore with the girl leaguers during that one stint they had as a team), tummy full of seaweed wraps and shaved ice. She is ready to rock and swim! ]

Who wants to play!

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur's hanging out in the deep water, poking at the equipment curiously. He's heard of the game, but it isn't really something they did in Trabia. He swims around the goal post to face her.]

Y' know the rules 'n' shit? I ain't ever played before.

[tempesting]

Oh, yes, I do. [ Dolphin turns to the big shark man, beaming. ]

Are you one of Marco's friends?

[om_nom_namur]

Word gets 'round, huh? Sheheh.

[He swims closer, making the beginning of a wide circle around Dolphin.]

Name's Namur. You?

[tempesting]

Hello, Namur. I'm Dolphin.

[ She smiles and lifts a hand in wave. ]

Well I suppose so. The school does have a gossip column after all.

[om_nom_namur]

[He... might go a little pink around the gills at that.]

Wasn't interestin' enough t' get my name in there, though that's prob'ly a good thing. Ol' Thatch'll keep that damn thing in print fer years.

[He laughs again, then looks around curiously.]

Where's yer calf? Yer a mom, right?

[tempesting]

Don't mind the gossipers. They're not that influential, really.

[ She smiles sadly. ] Yes, I'm a mom. And my baby isn't here. He's...at home with his father.

[om_nom_namur]

Oh. Shit.

[Didn't mean to bring up something sad oops.]

Uhh... So where y' from?

[That... might not be better but at least it's something to work with other than talking about the gossip rag and Marco. Who. Wants him to hook up with this 'maid but not hook up with her. Because that totally makes sense.]

[tempesting]

It's okay. I miss them, but they're much safer back home.

[ The Titans will protect them. ]

Atlantis. It's under the sea back home. My husband's their prince.

[om_nom_namur]

Wait, didn't y' tell Thatch on the BBS y' were still givin' milk though? How's that work if yer calf ain't- okay, know what? Don't answer that. [He puts his hands up in a stopping gesture.] I don't want t' know.

[Maids and women do weird things he doesn't understand and he is perfectly alright with that arrangement.]

So how'd y' end up under the sea, hookin' up with the royals? No offense, y' ain't got the right stuff t' be a mermaid.

[tempesting]

Oh, it's different for me. [ Her cheeks are red. ] Uhm, I'm not actually human or alien -- I'm half of both, so my body is different than the usual human's.

[ She smiles weakly, finding the conversation to be turning a little uncomfortable. ] I was experimented on by aliens who gave me underwater abilities when I was really young and then let me go when their lab exploded.

[om_nom_namur]

Aliens.

[Okay... he'll swim with that.

Namur can taste her discomfort, though. Resigned, he tries to go back to something less awkward. At least, he hopes, for her.]

How'd y' meet Marco?

[tempesting]

[ Dolphin is visibly relieved by the subject change. ]

He was here in Garden when I first arrived. He helped me find my way around the campus and introduced me to the staff.

[corruptedsouls]

[To be honest, Tobias didn't pay much attention to Blitzball when he was here before, and anything he had known about it has long since been forgotten.

So he's just hovering around nearby, watching curiously.]