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

[germanicus]

... She is the only one from a world similar to my own. Furthermore, we share a highly similar appearance. I would be daft to not have some form of attachment.

[arturius]

Similar to your own? She's from Camelot. [That's... my world.]

[germanicus]

[......... Oh dear. This would be one of those times where she reaaaaally should've collaborated with her counterpart to see what stories she'd fed this guy.

As such, she goes through the motions of looking confused, flustered, and then rapidly attempting to save face (or in her case, make up a lie, which she's ... not good at).]

Th-that's because we're from ... different time periods! My time is further back than the time of Camelot, but th-that is the only difference. Otherwise, we come from similar worlds! Perhaps even the same one!

[arturius]

[Well fortunately being in love with Saber makes him a little more trusting. And he's already too trusting as it is.]

Really now? Well, that gives us a connection of sorts too. From where do you hail? [Perhaps it's from some time before Camelot he'll have heard of.]

[germanicus]

[ ...........

She read some history books. None mention her as a female, which is just fine by her. So maybe mentioning this would be okay ... Especially if her counterpart has seemingly trusted him so much so far.]

... Rome. It is far from your land of Camelot, but has existed for as long as there has been greatness in the world.

[arturius]

I don't believe I've heard of it. [But he honestly knows little beyond what lies beyond Albion. He's kind of a... bad king when it comes that.]

[germanicus]

You haven't?

[She sounds very insulted for a moment, but settles down quickly. For all she knows, he could come from some different Camelot where she and her empire never existed.

... But even if she's not raising her voice anymore, she still sounds very stiff and annoyed. And here she was, worried that-- well, that's not important.]

A shame. To be unaware of such a magnificent empire seems almost sinful. I shall pray that, whenever you should return to your Camelot, the knowledge of my homeland will be brought swiftly to you.

[arturius]

... yes, well, once I get back, I'll be sure to ask about it. Just to be sure.

[Off goes the crazy lady again....]

[germanicus]

Good. That sort of mistake is not one to be left sitting.

[arturius]

[A nod. Time to change the subject to something less... about her.]

Have you tried the fruit yet?

[germanicus]

[She pauses, glancing up at the tree for a moment before responding.]

I have not.

[arturius]

[He follows where she's looking, spotting a fruit as well.]

It seems everyone's having some of the fruit. It must be good.