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

[kineticcajun]

Maybe. Even if it ain't Mardi Gras, we could use some kinda festival to wake people up 'round here. It's way too quiet.

[He would suggest another makeshift firework show, but. Well. No Jubilee takes a lot of the fun out of it. It's not the same without his partner in crime.]

[fleurdesel]

There have been several suggestions about festivals, most posited during the town meeting but they seem more...cultural, rather than celebratory. Something with color, music, dancing- that would be a wonderful way to end the summer.

[kineticcajun]

Was there? Maybe t'ings'll be a li'l more interestin' come summer, then.

[Mischievous grin.]

All else fails, I could always make another sofa go boom. That drew in a pretty good crowd las' time.

[fleurdesel]

[Adele doesn't even bother repressing her shudder.] M'dieu. That THING. If I never see something like it again it will be far, far too soon. I still owe you for removing it from my life permanently.

[kineticcajun]

[Just wait until Son of Sofa, Adele. Just. Wait.] You don't owe me anythin'. Hadn't had a chance to do somethin' like that since I got here. Gets borin', behavin' myself.

[Although he still gets in plenty of destruction in the Battle Dome, but that is nowhere near as satisfying. This is a man who enjoys his mutation a bit too much.]

[fleurdesel]

I'm glad to have given you a chance to stretch your legs, so to speak. Should I need anything demolished again in this place, you will be the first one I call.

[She huffs a soft laugh, pleased at that mischievous grin.]

[kineticcajun]

Good. I'll hold you to that. [Despite the mischievous gleam in his eyes, his tone is soft.] Jus' hope whatever it is next time ain't tryin' to eat the socks off your feet.

[fleurdesel]

I think I may be able to fight it off now, with your kind tutelage. I have managed to hit more moving targets with cards and have moved up to small knives for stationary targets. Those are...not going as well, but they are doing better.

[kineticcajun]

Balancin' those is a bit trickier. Can always go for another throwin' practice to help you get it down, though.

[Beat.]

But we might wanna wait for the ice to thaw out a bit firs'.

[fleurdesel]

I won't drag you through the ice again if I can help it Rems. I was...having one of my worse nights.

[kineticcajun]

[He shakes his head.] Don't worry 'bout it, doc. I didn't mind, an' I still don't.

[fleurdesel]

When the ice thaws, then. Another round of lessons. I may as well get some use out of the knives I keep on my person outside of slicing fruit or untangling the cats from tassels in the house.

[kineticcajun]

Sounds like a plan.

[Although. Cats tangled in tassels? He gives her an odd look.]

How many cats you got in that house if that's such a goin' concern?

[fleurdesel]

There are only two, but they get into plenty of trouble. One is Ginia's and the other...

[She smooths one of her curls back and looks out to the horizon.]

The other belonged to Giles.

[kineticcajun]

Ah. [Say no more. He's silent for a moment, following her gaze out toward the horizon. After a few beats, he gives a hollow laugh.]

Been one helluva winter, hasn't it.

[fleurdesel]

Rems? You have no idea. [She chuckles, low and only a little rough. Her winter? Hiding. Working with immoral men. Fighting. Dying, even, and then here. One Hell of a winter indeed.]

[kineticcajun]

[He glances over at her from the corner of his eye and gives a wry grin.]

Well, that's what the liquor'll be for. I'll make sure to stock up when we get back in town.

[Obviously this is the answer.]

[fleurdesel]

Anything but Scotch. [Tony drank scotch. Preferred it. And she'd like as few reminders of the man as humanly possible once this is over.]

[kineticcajun]

You got it, doc. No Scotch.

[fleurdesel]

...I'm glad you came to check up on me that day, Rems. [She looks over with a half smile. It was nice to have someone she could look after like a sibling here.] Even if you talked me into standing on the roof for two hours.

[kineticcajun]

[He can't help a small smile in return. Not that his family has ever been the best model, but the sentiment is mutual about being something like siblings.]

I prob'ly owe Kurt for bringin' up that chair for you.

[fleurdesel]

I do need to thank him properly for that. I might've had a panic attack without it, sedatives and alcohol or no.

[kineticcajun]

[Kurt's lucky he came through for Adele like that, or Gambit would still be irritated at him for bringing up an entire couch complete with popcorn and blankets while he dragged the atrocity up the stairs.]

Next time, I won't hold the party on the roof.

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps by then I will not be so anxious while on them. Ben and I are taking steps...baby steps, yes, but still. Steps. To rid myself of this phobia. [She thought back to that morning in the Battledome and winced. Meditation...hadn't suited her well.]

[kineticcajun]

I won't push it 'til you got it down. [No rush, Adele. Just because he's an idiot with zero fear of heights doesn't mean he's going to try to force you to follow him.]