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.

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[fleurdesel]

One moment, devil? [A little longer than a moment, but she does manage to write out a fairly long letter, just a reminder for her friend, her sarcastic little devil, that not all was terrible. She folds the letter and inscribes his name on it, Isaac, and hands it over.] Should I ever not be available when you need to hear these things.

[relictusdeus]

What are you doing? [His tone is almost critical.

She is... writing him a letter? Puzzled, inquisitive, and genuinely surprised, the devil forgemaster actually waits patiently, pretending to be annoyed with her for taking as much time as she does.

He glances down at the folded note then placed into his hand, gingerly lifting a flap of it with his index finger. He does not catch more than a glimpse of a few words out of context, however. His eyes lift to her face.]

Are you so sure I will~?

[Amused skepticism on the surface, always. He keeps the letter, in the end.

The portal glows more brightly, the light beginning to swallow him. But before he fades away, smiling...]

'til next we meet.