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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[ascendit]

[Did someone say treasure hunt?

[Nate found his first bottle of rum by accident, and was inspired: What if there's more stuff buried out here?! So now he's poking through the sand with the toe of one beat up sneaker, trying to be subtle because he doesn't want anyone else to catch on - more hypothetical treasure for him that way. Occasionally he takes a discreet swig of the rum, trying to get used to the taste.]

[om_nom_namur]

Hey smolt! Take a good long pull a that stuff. Ain't gonna get y' nowhere goin' a drop at a time!

[Why yes, Namur is encouraging underage drinking. Does he care? Nah.]

[ascendit]

["Smolt" registers as familiar from his conversation on the BBS with some messes of numbers (Nate wishes it showed names), but more immediately interesting is the fact that a shark is talking to him. Okay, Nate is definitely taking a proper drink now.

[And making a face at the taste.]

[om_nom_namur]

First timer, eh? Shit smolt y' ought t' see yer face.

[Namur can't help it, he's laughing as he talks.]

Y' look like y' swallowed a lemon whole. Takes a bit a gettin' used t', don't it?

[ascendit]

[A little defensive annoyance fades into his expression.] Yeah, why do you think I was going slow?

[om_nom_namur]

[He laughs some more, dropping his hand on Nate's head and pushing gently.]

There's goin' slow an' there's crawlin', smolt. What's yer name, anyway.

[ascendit]

Nathan Drake. [Being laughed at makes Nate dramatically less inclined to drop his nickname.] What's yours?

[om_nom_namur]

Drake, huh? Cool name. Mine's Namur.

What y' diggin' holes with yer foot for, Drake?

[ascendit]

[Calling him Drake and saying it's a cool name mean that laughing at him is forgiven.]

I found this [he waves the bottle] by accident, so maybe there's more stuff buried around here. But I don't want the whole party thinking that, so...

[Toe dig.]

[om_nom_namur]

SHEHEHEH I'll bet my brothers planted them things there. Y' want t' sneak some up t' yer dorm?

[ascendit]

[Disappointment flashes across Nate's face - there's probably not any actual treasure if the booze was planted - but he brightens at the thought of a secret stash.] Good idea! But we can't get caught.