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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[om_nom_namur]

That's all yer eatin', smolt? Y' look half starved. Load up!

[SHARK! But don't worry. This one won't bite unless provoked. He's going for the sushi because that is probably the absolute best thing humans have ever done with a dead fish. In fact, Namur will be extra helpful, and lump a few pieces of sushi onto Yosuke's plate.]

[windbreak]

Mm, I just - w-whoa! [He starts so dramatically on turning to look at Namur that one piece of the sushi doesn't so much fall as fly off his plate.]

Yeah, I'll... pass. [Most of the rest soon follow as he hastily brushes them aside.] Uh, thanks anyway. Although... I don't remember hearing anything about this being a costume party...

[He says this weakly, and it's probably clear he doesn't really believe it either.]

[om_nom_namur]

It ain't.

[Tones of "what the hell are you talking about?" are heavy in his voice. Look at them muscles, them tats and scars scattered over thick grey skin. Those aren't fake.]

[windbreak]

Oh, okay. Heh... [Logic, along with recent experience, suggests to Yosuke that up and bolting at this exact moment wouldn't really be a good use of his time. Logic is not sounding too appealing right now.] I didn't bring one either, so I guess that's a relief, huh?

[The breadsticks look innocent enough, though, and he is kind of starving - not that he didn't already know how much running around in a crazy monster-infested world tends to take out of you. He musters all courage he thinks he still has and loudly bites the top off one of them.]

Uh, anyway, nice to meet you. [Okay, "do you come here often" definitely isn't a good question to start off with, so what is...?] So... what are you, exactly?

[In his efforts to keep things conversational, he's spraying crumbs a little...]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur's eyes glint a little, and he smiles toothily.]

Y' ever heard a mermaids? An' how they sing t' tempt sailors inta the water so they can drag 'em down t' the bottom a the sea an' feed 'em t' their monstrous husbands?

[He winks meaningfully. Then bursts out laughing and pops a piece of sushi into his mouth as he heads to the other end of the table to grab a drink.]

[windbreak]

H-Hey, I was serious!

[He swallows and sighs again.]

...Kinda makes you wonder where they got all the fish here from.

[om_nom_namur]

Who told y' I wasn't?

[Namur downs the drink and crumples the cup in his hand before tossing it toward a garbage can.]

Fish come from the ocean, smolt. There's a big 'n right in front a y'. Why, y' worried they gone bad?

[windbreak]

More like worried about how many of them were eating people before someone cut them up. [This seems to be weighing on him.

He tries to brighten up after a second, though. Flying murdersharks or no flying murdersharks, they're at a party! No need to bring the mood down. He steps over to get himself a drink.] But nah, just talking to myself there. My name's Yosuke, by the way.

[om_nom_namur]

Nah, these ain't fastitocalons. [He pauses.] Don't think. [And puts a piece of the sushi up to his mouth, smelling it.] Nope. Proper ocean fish.

[Then the sushi disappears behind a wall of glinting sharp teeth. He sticks a webbed hand out for Yosuke to shake.]

Namur. Nice t' meet y' Yosuke. Y' new 'round here?

[windbreak]

Er, could you tell? [His grin is distinctly self-mocking, and only slightly forced.] Sounds like you must get this a lot.

[He lets go of Namur's hand very, very quickly.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Most people do. At least Yosuke didn't curl his lip in disgust. Namur takes another drink and turns to lean against the table, settling in to the conversation.]

Still pretty new m'self. Don't know everybody yet, so I always ask. How long y' been in?

[windbreak]

[He surreptitiously switches the hand he's holding his cup with before rubbing the back of his neck.] Actually, I just woke up in town this morning. It's been a lot to take in. Not the kind of thing that happens every day, you know?

But hey, turns out the timing could've been worse. [And he does sound a lot more cheerful now. He waves his hand expansively.] I could get used to all of this.

[om_nom_namur]

Oh yeah? Huh, must be a fold 'r a pocket 'r whatever it was Marco was goin' on about. In time. There was a smolt askin' 'bout the singer girl an' fastitocalons earlier today that'd jus' arrived, too. Kinda seems like everyone bunches up when they get here. Sheheheh. Ain't all parties 'n' shit though. We jus' got ourselves through a nasty li'l scrape, an' today's my birthday, so I guess people figured they'd combine the two an' make it a bigass thing fer everyone.

[windbreak]

So that is what they're called...

[- dammit, he's not admitting it! He'd like to actually live that down!]

...Anyway, in that case - happy birthday! You've got some pretty thoughtful friends, opening it up to everyone like this. Uh...

[He looks slightly panicked for a second - how best to not upset the guy with all the teeth when you were completely unprepared for this? - but then reaches into a pocket and proffers... a packet of cough drops. More accurately, it's half an opened packet of cough drops. It looks sticky even from the distance he's not so subtly hanging back.] Here ya go.

[om_nom_namur]

[All the laughing over here.]

Shit smolt, yer amusin' as hell. I don't need presents, jus' hangin' with everyone havin' fun's enough.

[Also, ew. What the hell kind of present is that, anyway? Smells like death in lozenge form.]

[windbreak]

[He quickly shoves the cough drops back in his pocket. Come to think, he's not sure how long they've been in there...] Really? W-Well, that makes things easier for me! [And he grins only a little awkwardly. Being amusing without the need for any kind of violence is a good thing, right?] In that case, whatcha got in store for the rest of the evening?

[om_nom_namur]

[He shrugs.]

Beats me. I ain't the one planned this thing. Y' got t' talk t' Thatch 'r maybe that Selphie girl. Think they got blitzball an' volleyball set up though. An' we brought the boombox so if y' got some music y' want t' play there's that.

[windbreak]

You don't really know, huh? Haha, and you didn't even ask? I wish I had your willpower. [For what it's worth, he's cheered up pretty quickly. He gestures vaguely around them with his cup.] I mean, you must've known it was coming, yeah? Something like this doesn't just happen overnight.

[om_nom_namur]

Ehh, Selphie mentioned maybe plannin' a party, but she's part a the GFC or whatever, so that ain't nothin' t' shake a fin at. An' my bros know how t' work 'round me. So yeah, prob'ly didn't happen overnight but I didn't know 'bout it.

[He finishes that second drink he'd taken, grabs a third, and heads toward a bench or something.]

Anyway, did y' get a look 'round the place 'fore it got dark? Find yer room an' all that?

[windbreak]

["Shake a fin", he notes, just barely managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes - he doesn't want any other parts of him to start rolling.]

Oh, me? Yeah... Only a quick one, though. The weird building's kinda new, but just finding your way around? I've seen way worse.

[Now that he says it like that, he does feel a twinge of self-consciousness. He really is a long way from home...

Still, that's more or less why he took the time to show up here. He shrugs, and narrowly avoids spilling his drink.] And I bet now you're gonna tell me it rearranges itself every night like something out of a movie, huh?

[om_nom_namur]

What? Who the hell'd make a shitty buildin' like that? Sounds like a dumbass idea t' me.

[Which means that no, actually, the buildings will not be rearranging themselves every night.

Though they do fly to other continents on occasion.]

Anyway Garden's got directories on the walls 'n' shit, too. So long as y' got an idea where y' need t' go y' can get there. Tell me 'bout this worse place, though. What kind a place was it?

[windbreak]

[Yosuke blinks and rubs the side of his neck, a bit sheepish. Maybe the joke fell flat...]

Uh, well, mostly I just meant... how do I put this...?

[But he doesn't get to put it any way before cutting off with a yelp and stumbling backwards, because that's the moment a stray volleyball flies between them and neatly takes out his drink.]