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

[fleurdesel]

Surgeon, devil. I have sworn to do no harm. I'd numb the area before the piercing, even for you. I do not want you ejaculating on me. You're a friend, but that's a little too intimate for my tastes.

[relictusdeus]

[Words are not even necessary here - he just tips his head back and cackles at the thought. Sometimes he wonders what he would do without her company.]

[fleurdesel]

I am gratified to know you still find me amusing. [She snickers, nibbling on her last bit of fruit and handing the last bit of Isaac's half over.]

[relictusdeus]

[A smirk.] ...As you should.

[fleurdesel]

Right, calamity and bodily harm shall follow the day I fail to make you laugh. [She huffs a soft chuckle.] What was it you said? That you would...'cleave the black heart from my wretched breast'?

[relictusdeus]

[He makes a show of rolling his eyes.]

My dear woman, I cannot be bothered to remember every biting remark I let fly over the course of a single day. 'tis quite a demand. Although... [A slight pause.] Mmhm, those words... I do recall.

[fleurdesel]

Ah, but they are so creative devil. It is a shame to forget such artfully crafted barbs of scorn and vitriol.

[relictusdeus]

[He presses a hand to his heart.] You flatter me.

[fleurdesel]

When a LeBlanc compliments someone- etc, etc, etc. You've heard me say it and every other 'When a LeBlanc' quote there is for me to say at least fifteen times. As Americans say, 'You know the drill.'

[relictusdeus]

[He contemplates the unfamiliar expression for a moment.]

What have drills to do with it? ...Well, no matter. I suppose every culture has its share of foolish expressions.

[He absently toys with a longer strand of hair that reaches past his collarbone, his eyelids lowering.]

'twould seem there is a fondness for the more vulgar, where I am from. Oh, to think of the things a man might say and how he will then turn and kiss his dear mother with the very same, foul mouth!

[fleurdesel]

Vulgarity is universal. No matter the age, the country, the setting, someone will always speak with slurs and profanities. It makes life more interesting, especially when you can turn it back upon them without speaking a single vulgar word yourself.

[relictusdeus]

And do you often have this satisfaction...?

[fleurdesel]

My ex husband was one of those foolish and vulgar men. I am well practiced in this, devil.

[relictusdeus]

Touched a raw nerve, have I? [He asks pleasantly, not so much mocking in tone as he is mildly curious.]

[fleurdesel]

Not intentionally. It's been years, I should not dwell on it so. [She lifts a shoulder and looks back out to the shore.]

[relictusdeus]

[Oh lord, does he know a fair bit about dwelling on past hurt. He snorts in place of words, his contempt not directed towards her so much as someone else.] ...

[fleurdesel]

Had I something to drink I'd say we should toast terrible love lives, mm?

[relictusdeus]

'twould have been too bitter to drink, anyway.

[fleurdesel]

Some beverages are better off bitter. Coffee, for one. Tea for another. There was a red wine I had once that was perfectly bitter.

[relictusdeus]

[WAT. He gives her a look, settling back into humour. A comfortable place.] I did not take you for one whom enjoys the taste of spoiled wine.

[fleurdesel]

It wasn't spoiled, just bitter. Something about the wood used for the casks while it aged, but it was...a refreshing change from every other cloyingly sweet wine they had on hand.

[relictusdeus]

When we next share a glass of wine, I shall remember to pour a touch of vinegar in yours so that it may be more... fitting... to your taste.

[fleurdesel]

There is a difference between bitter wine and soiled wine devil, and as A Frenchwoman I would protest such abuse of the vine.

[relictusdeus]

You would best be drinking it anyway; it is all you will receive, ungrateful wench.

[As if they're actually sharing drinks right now.]

[fleurdesel]

Tainted wine is just as bad as poisoned wine Devil, and I know you would not poison me. Who else would admire your vicious quippery?