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

[herotypical]

"I vote we start by investigating those mighty interesting round doors over there."

Cullen House had too many windows; besides, what if Norrington was brooding in there? She wanted no tip-toeing. She wanted something breakneck and unreserved. But to get to that step, she first had to slip off of him and stand in the shallow water -- sopping and sandy and frankly not caring. She hauled him up beside her.

[all7seas]

"I vote we get behind one of them very, very soon. Immediately. Now. Please."

If she didn't start walking, he would take his turn at throwing her over HIS shoulder. Or trying to.

[herotypical]

She skipped out of reach -- staying only near enough to reach out and waggle her fingers in a wordless demand for his hands. Brows quirked and lower lip bit. As much as she felt a similar immediacy, she was far more interested in milking that urgency for all it was worth.

[all7seas]

"Oh. Oh. You." Buffy being out of reach was akin to a sensation of delightful pain. Whatever aphrodisiac was in that fruit drove him toward her, but stronger than that was the desire he nourished for her all along.

"Wicked."

[herotypical]

"Hey. You're the bad boy. Not me." A perplexed beat; a moment to review. "O-obviously."

Knowing that she missed something but not knowing what she was exactly missing, Buffy laced her fingers with his and backed towards the drier portions of the shore. It lit a fire in her skin the likes of which she thought she possibly wasn't used to -- after all, she couldn't quite recall any past interactions like this. Not with Jack. And so she lived through the thrill of a second chance for a first time. First everythings -- those kisses had nearly driven her mad and the way he sounded far far wickeder when he said the word? Surely, this was what it must be like to realize these things for the first time. Re-revelations.

Buffy brought him further -- not wasting time in opening a round red door built into the earth. Wasting no time in walking in.