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EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

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.

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There are alcoholic beverages available at one of the stands- one of those would work. It is not so bad, Ben.

[She curls her fingers with a faint huff of embarrassed laughter, the thin line of blood welling up to mix with the pale golden juice still pooled in her palm.]

"... That does not sound wholly appealing. What about rubbing alcohol, or..."

[Wait, what was that chemical they used as a disinfectant around here? Oh, what he wouldn't give for a simple bacta solution...]

"Oh. Yes. Hydrogen peroxide? Do we have either of those?"

[He still isn't letting go of her hand.]

There's none of that here Obi-Wan. It might sting, but that just means it's working, yes? [Adele lifts a shoulder and blinks, looking back up to Obi-Wan. She has yet to pull her hand back.]

There may be something in one of those huts?

[Obi-Wan frowns, but nods and turns to head for one of the shacks dispensing drinks. His fingers linger on hers slightly as he lets go of her hand. He had expected her skin to be more calloused and rough, but in hindsight, that would likely impede her surgical skills, would it not?]

"Improvise we shall, then. If I can find something of a sufficiently high proof, and some clean water, all should be well, yes?"

[For some reason Adele reached forward to hook her fingers in Ben's, walking along with them entwined. Her palm stung, yes, but the contact was...comforting. Soothing. She walks alongside Ben without further commentary.]

It should work well. I had to work with a flask of whiskey and a bottle of water in the crash, and this is nowhere near that bad.

[He is a bit surprised when she takes his hand, but does not object, by any means. He tries not to touch her palm, though, to avoid causing discomfort. When he gets to the drink stand, he quickly goes behind the counter and rummages, placing a stack of cocktail napkins, bottle of water and then, after much searching, some "hmm"ing, and finally a sigh, a bottle of high-proof vodka on the counter.]

"Not my first choice. I don't know where to acquire a sterile gauze for the bandage, unfortunately."

[She holds her hand palm up and sets her fruit off to the side, unscrewing the cap of vodka in her teeth. So lady like. She snorts at herself and pours a measure over the cut, wings flicking sharp behind her at the sting, but otherwise not reacting. Disinfected, she presses one of the bar napkins against the cut, blotting out the blood.

She spits the cap back into her uninjured hand and screws the bottle shut.]

This is much easier than it was in the car.

[He watched her work with a silent appreciation. Quick. Efficient. Direct. Professional, really. Unconcerned about dignity when there was a job to do. Idly, he wondered about saber styles and the accompanying philosophy. She was, he quickly decided, far too aggressive for his preferred Soresu.

His mind was wondering. That, too, was unusual for him. He brought it back into focus when she spoke.]

"I am relieved, but we still have not yet managed a bandage. Should we return to the village, perhaps?"

Hold this.

[She hands Ben the bottle and bends at the waist, her slim knife darting out to cut a strip from the hem of her dress. she unwinds the fabric, raising the fabric a good two inches before she cuts it off entirely. She presses the bar napkin against her hand and winds the clean, white cotton around it, tying off the impromptu bandage at her wrist. She wiggles her fingers to test the hold and nods to herself.]

I think this will do for now. There were huts, over by the mountains. Perhaps one of them has a first aid kit.

[He holds the bottle, watching the dress-butchery with some surprise, but says nothing. He simply hands back the bottle, then turns toward the huts, evaluating them.]

"... We may as well try."

[In truth she'd been done with the bottle, but. Vodka and this fruit? It might not be that terrible. She tucks it under her arm, wraps the remainder of the fruit in a napkin and starts off towards one of the huts, pausing after a few steps to look back over her shoulder. She extends her good hand, her smile just a little shy.]

Shall we?

"Of course."

[There was something quite compelling about that smile. He grinned and took her hand, walking toward the huts with her. Despite the cut, this was actually shaping into something rather pleasant. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but he ignored it.]

[Her smile broadens once their hands are linked, and she twines her fingers with his, hands palm to palm. A little calloused, but not rough. From work, most likely, and why was she thinking about...

This distraction was familiar. It made one of her wings twitch, but she ignores it for now, instead leading Ben around the sandy shore up to the rockier path, ultimately to one of the huts. She gives the door a knock, waits a moment, then tests the handle. Unoccupied, and unlocked. She pushes it open and steps inside, tugging Ben after her.]

I don't think we're disturbing anyone.

[Obi-Wan peers around the room, looking over the details. Fairly spartan, but with comfortable chairs, a small shin-height table with books resting on it, a window overlooking the beach, a small stove and a kettle for tea... hmm. An ideal place for an evening of relaxation, but not precisely brimming with medical supplies. Still, he takes a quick glance around the place, peering in the few nooks that would be appropriate for storage.]

"Interesting... ah, here we are."

[He pulls out a small white case labelled with a red cross. From what he understood, the Earth iterations common to the home galaxies of most of the residents viewed a red cross as a medical symbol, even adorning the clinic.]

[Adele lets the door close behind them, quirking a brow at the modest, but cozy interior. It was vaguely familiar, in a way. If not directly, then by semblance of something- ah, there it was. Her father's cottage by the sea. She chuckles to herself and shakes her head, warmed by the nostalgic memories as she walks to Ben, peering around him at what he'd found.]

It has one? That's fortuitous.

[The nagging in the back of Obi-Wan's mind became more insistent. So he ignored it even harder, and instead opened the case.]

"Why question good fortune?"

[Actually, he could think of several reasons why, but a better answer was 'why not take advantage of good fortune rather than ignoring it?' He examined one of the bandages, through its protective paper coating. A primitive thing, a square of gauze affixed to plastic and coated with adhesive. He imagined it wasn't even chemically treated.]

Because good fortune never lasts Ben. I know my own luck well enough to understand that.

[She shakes her head, shrugging off the bitterness that wanted to creep in. Why be bitter? She was here, in a cozy hut with a dear friend. A kind, respectable, very handsome-

...oh dear. She. Just edged that thought out of her mind for the moment in favor of unwrapping the improvised bandage she'd made earlier to swap it out.]

"Nothing lasts, Adele. That is why the Jedi reject attachments. They accept that all things, both positive and negative, are only temporary, and that we could lose them at any time. Even our lives. That is what we mean by accepting and letting go."

[Though he did hope he and Adele could stay friends for a bit longer, at the least. She was a good friend. Intelligent, amusing, a wry wit to match his own, a beautiful smile...

...where did that come from?]

And when the negative refuses to be temporary and instead lingers for the duration of one's adult life?

[She's not being snide, sarcastic, or even bitter. She's simply asking a question to distract herself from this abrupt welling of familiar, and damnable, emotion. Ben was her friend. A Jedi. A good man and she should not be feeling like this.

She focuses instead on unwinding the last of the cotton from her palm, tearing an alcohol wipe's packet and rubbing the lingering remains of fruit juice and blood from her hand. Quick and efficient as always she has it bandaged properly far quicker than she would have liked. Now she has to look at him. And that would be the end of her, in a way.]

"Then you must have patience, and find comfort in the positive things that you can, while they are still available to you. It is my experience that such negativity only endures if it is allowed to."

[He admired her handiwork again, though somewhere in the back of his mind he idly wished she would look at him again. She seemed avoidant. Perhaps she was not as over the tension of this week as he had thought? He sensed discomfort from her, though he didn't think she actually resented his presence, at least.]

[She couldn't stare at her bandaged hand forever. How bad could it be? Ben, at the very least, was respectable. Kind. He didn't judge, he didn't preach. He genuinely wished to help, and his sincerity endeared him to her all the more. Without any further excuses she looks up, offering a soft, timid smile.]

Patience has never truly been my strongest suit Ben.

[He grins as his eyes meet hers]

"Perhaps that is something we could work on, then. You certainly won't get any better at meditation if you do not develop patience."

[Don't mind him, he's just gonna stare into the eyes a bit now. She got her turn, it's only fair.]

It's the stillness of it that bothers me Ben. I can't....be still and not think. It's inherently frustrating to me, and that does not help my attempts to be patient at all.

[Though she is plenty still now, and not bothered in the slightest. Well, not entirely, her wings shift in odd intervals against her back, feathers ruffling against one another as she tries, and fails, to keep them still.

Surely he's sensed the spike of affection she felt. It wasn't her, not entirely. she distantly suspects the fruit. She ought to leave before she does something she would regret but...she can't quite bring herself to do so.]

[He has sensed something odd, but frankly, he's been a bit distracted trying not to react to his own sudden swell of... longing, almost. He doesn't understand it, but it makes him a touch nervous. Perhaps the madness of this week had finally caught up to him.]

"It is important to be able to calm yourself in varying scenarios, especially if I am going to help you overcome your acrophobic tendencies. It is difficult to perform guided meditations if one must be in motion to achieve a meditative state."

[The fruit, perhaps? He feels like he should distance himself, but he instead takes another step toward her.]

My usual techniques don't seem horribly favorable to you Ben. Not that I mind learning a more healthy alternative. 'Repress and Ignore' has not served me well.

[Adele doesn't move back. She should. Jedi. Celibate. A good man. A kind man. As she'd said earlier, she knows her luck. She knows this isn't right, isn't real, anymore than what she felt for Tony but...this was more honest. She cared for Ben. And it was hard to remain objective when he is so close, she has to tip her head back to keep his gaze rather than stare at his chest.

...though leaning in to rest her cheek on the curve of his collarbone was tempting. Very tempting.]

THE RED STRING OF FATE, IT STRANGLES THEM!

THE RED STRING OF FATE IS OUR GAROTTE.

A GAROTTE OF LOVE.

THIS IS CLEARLY A ROMANCASSINATION.

THE SWEETEST DEATH OF ALL.

OH YES I MEAN NO

WE ALL KNOW YOU REALLY MEAN YES

LIES. SCANDALOUS LIES.

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS GUY, YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.

THAT'S NOT TRUE... THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*EVIL LAUGHTER*

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EVIL LAUGHTER