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

[falenandawn]

There are others ways to make meals enjoyable besides sweets....

I don't think I would want to eat the same thing every day, admittedly.

[statice]

Even if they were different kinds of cakes? There could be quite a variety.

[falenandawn]

Yes. But most cake is sweet, even if types vary.

[statice]

Ah, but most desserts are sweet in the first place. [He rests his hands on his lap, careful to keep the sticky bits away from the fabric.] How is that any different?

[falenandawn]

What I mean is, I imagine you would get tired of sweets if you had them each day.

[statice]

Oh, if you had the luxury of the choice, I'd think so. But I suppose he was a special case.