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]

[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.]