EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

Comments

[all7seas]

You keep a knife in your hair. [Suddenly things like fruit and crying become......less interesting.]

[fleurdesel]

You carry your sword everywhere, do you not?

[all7seas]

......Aye. But.....

Knife. Hair.

[This is all kind of hypocritical coming from the guy with EVERYTHING ELSE in his hair.]

[fleurdesel]

When someone has you at a disadvantage, where is it they ask you to put your hands most often? Behind your head.

[all7seas]

....I'm going to remember that bit of information, now. But how exactly are you...

[He leans around her, trying to see the back of her hair.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele leans forward a bit so Jack can see her customary french roll, the tiny sheath for her knife hidden inside the clip she uses to hold it in place.]

It's not large, but when it is unexpected? It is more than enough.

[all7seas]

You're startlingly paranoid, woman. [He sits up straight again and sends them swaying with another touch of his toe against the ground.]

Not a bad way to be around here. Tricksy. I like it.

[fleurdesel]

When you work with liars, criminals, and thieves? It's not unwarranted.

[She cuts a thin slice of the fruit once they're swinging again and offers a bit to Jack first.]

[all7seas]

Wonder why they've put this fruit out here, anyhow. [He accepts the piece but doesn't eat it right away; instead, Jack lifts it up and examines it in the sunlight. It doesn't LOOK all that odd. Just...fruity.]

[fleurdesel]

To further manipulate and mortify us? It doesn't smell rancid, there are no insects burrowed within...I don't think they'd poison us all in such a way.

[Adele slices herself another bit of the fruit and quirks a brow. A little like the color of a peach.]

[all7seas]

If they'd wanted to poison us all, there'd be far less...melodramatic ways of doing so. They do give us all our food, after all; 'cept the stuff they grow on the farms.

[fleurdesel]

True. If they wanted us poisoned they'd just put something in all the liquor. So what is it that they're playing at here?

[all7seas]

Mmmmm. [Jack licks the fruit. Considers. Licks again, then takes a bite.]


...Hmmm.

[fleurdesel]

So. Is it a trap, or is it just fruit?

[all7seas]

Dunno! It's sort of delicious and good. And I don't appear trapped, do I?

[fleurdesel]

No more than the rest of us Jack. [Adele lifts a shoulder and nibbles on her own slice. It was delicious. Refreshing. Not half bad. And a little comforting now that she thought of it.]

[all7seas]

[He takes another bite; his usual reserves in conversation -- the sides of him he doesn't want to show -- are melting away bit by bit. He becomes more forthcoming; sincere; invested in the conversation, and not just centered on himself.]

That, darling, is a keen observation. We are, are we not? Trapped. How've you been settling in? The sword practice, how's that?

[fleurdesel]

[She lifts a shoulder and sighs as she takes another bite of the fruit, sagging deeper into the hammock. This was...she didn't have to pretend to be alright here. Not right now. Jack didn't care if she put on a brave face, and as such her usual mask is set aside in favor of a tight, albeit exhausted, smile.]

Better since your Thunderaxe found me a short sword. Living with Ginia and Helios has gone well but...I've the mistaken urge to move in with Tony. Because of...all this. And I promised myself I wouldn't do this again.

[all7seas]

You don't have to move in with Tony, lovely. He's not the man for you; you've already said as much. And -- no offense -- I'm guessing he might be feelin' the same way. If only the two of you would open up and share this with each other, woman to man.

[fleurdesel]

I can't. When he's around I don't remember that it's not like it should be. I forget my doubts, I forget everything other than what I feel, what I think I feel for him. And he seems, at least, to feel the same. I don't know how it is when we're apart for him. I almost wish he was as uncertain as I was, it'd make this easier to shrug off.

When we're together we don't think to talk about much of anything other than plans. [A bitter laugh.] To escape. To take me with him. Foolish, idiotic, and futile plans.

[all7seas]

....Foolish? Idiotic? You're just entirely unsuited for each other. Right. You're not to go around him, then, until all of this blows over. You can hide out here, if you like, but you shouldn't speak to him.

[fleurdesel]

The plans are his. I listen. Tell him what may or may not get himself, or others killed. Most of them would. [She sighs and scrubs her face, settling deeper into the hammock. Hiding here until this was over didn't sound bad at all, even if she'd been avoiding Tony most of the day.]

Thank you Jack.

[all7seas]

Adele! As though I would simply turn away and leave you to your plight! No thanks are necessary, darling. This is what friends DO for each other. Lots of listening. Maybe ice cream. Possibly. Ice cream?

[fleurdesel]

[A smile in earnest, Adele was eased a bit by that reminder. She cuts another slice of the fruit and offers it to Jack before doing the same for herself.]

I think ice cream is indeed customary when discussing the troubles of one's love life. But I don't know where we would find any without abandoning the hammock. This, and the rum, will have to do instead.

[all7seas]

Here. Lie back, then. We'll swing for a bit. [Sparrow holds out one arm to wrap around her shoulders, squishing over so she has some room.] There's no ice cream out here anyway. No 'lectricality.