you and me in the moonlight

[crosslaced]

Who: You!
What: A year end party MINGLELOG to help everyone recover from the Shit we’ve been through.
When: Forwarddated to Nov 24
Where: Enso E4, close to the ST Temple
Warnings: Mark as necessary, but none expected.

As the end of November draws near…… it’s time for that player plot the mods hinted at in their latest announcement.

Laurent’s Witch Labyrinth! -no, actually, it’s just a party.

[preparation]

All day on the 24th people are hard at work setting up on the golden beaches of Enso. The Storyteller’s Temple can be seen from the site and vice versa; it’s just a short walk away. There’s quite a bit to be done, so every extra pair of hands are welcome!

[the party]

As evening falls, a series of torches light up the party site for the lost; most prominent are the three large campfires spaced out across the beach, offering a variety of gathering spots for those who don’t like the loud partying going on at the other one.

There’s more than enough food to go around. An entire Cariborn is being dug up from the sandy soil way up the beach, having been roasted in the ground. There’s a wide variety spread out on tables… of handwaved origin… maybe they’re the ones left around from 4/20?? It’s probably fine. Herb- baked vegetables, fresh fruits, meat of various types, pizza!! and yes, Muffet’s Magic Blackberry Alcohol abound.

We’ve also got party favors. Amongst them, it seems like..... owo are these sparklers?

Come hang out! It’s a well-deserved break.

[activities]

The children (and adults so-inclined) have some cute party games to have fun with. There’s a simple little ringtoss area set up, with rings that aren’t even proper circles (listen, Laurent tried) and wooden stakes in the ground to be ringed.

Across the wide stretch of sand there's a lot that can be done- want to build some sandcastles? Pick some shells? Fight some crabs? The beach is dotted with doodles in the sand, inviting you to join in.

The biggest attraction is perhaps the petting zoo- well, it’s a cluster of animals just hanging out, but you get the idea. Located far up on the beach and away from the danger of the waves, the petting zoo has three whole Chocobos, two whole Tigerlilies (one of which is clearly guarding the Chocobos), and one whole horse. Sometimes two horses, but the grey wandering one is wearing a plaque that says “I BITE. PET ME CAREFULLY.”

[storyteller?]

Yes, ST-chan is invited! I’m leaving it to them to top-level or tag out at their leisure. Keep an eye out for the bunny god, they’re Coming.

Comments

[barberian]

True, you are in your element.

(He is so cheerful. It really warms her heart to see him enjoying himself so thoroughly. Upon his suggestion, she finds herself a cup at the table and fills it from the bowl with its ladle. It is almost the same colour that Molly himself is.

She sniffs it first, and her nose wrinkles a little.)

It seems very sweet. (So this is why Molly likes it. Okay. She has a sip, then shakes her head and passes the rest of the cup to him. He's not wrong, it is very good, but it's no ale.)

[devilstongue]

It is very sweet.

[ He says, watching her taste it with a fond smile and then chuckling as she gives him the cup. Not for her, it seemed - well, more for him, then!

He's going to be smashed by the end of the night, and he's not sorry at all. Now they had a more accessible shack than then one in the tree, after all. Yasha wouldn't have to throw him or anything! ]

Have you met some new people? They all seem very different and interesting.

[barberian]

(If this party concludes with Molly being so smashed he can't walk, then things really will be back to how they used to be, especially if Yasha ends up being the one to carry him out, lightly hefted over her shoulder. At least they have more than a tree house to return to. She doesn't like the idea of shaking up a drunk Mollymauk.)

I have met a lot of people.

(None especially bad or good.) And I thought there might be a thread, connecting all of us, but..

(It seems entirely random, as to who ends up here and who doesn't.)

[devilstongue]

[ It's the unavoidable outcome of this, unfortunately. Molly doesn't know what moderation is on a good day, and after all the shit that's happened he's not even sorry that he's going to mumble eternal love confessions to pizza while being carried home later.

Yasha's thought about the people here makes him curious, though, and he takes a brief glance around before he has to agree with her just from that. This place was just full of random people... but they all seemed to have interesting stories. ]

...have you met any innkeepers? Farmers?

[ Normal people. ]

[barberian]

... No.

(Now that she thinks about it... they are surprisingly absent from the people that she has met. But, then again:) There is no town at all.

(It's very strange not having a central place to converge around, like a square or plateau. Even a large village would do the trick, but the islands seem vastly uninhabited save for the neat little housing areas banking Enso.)

It seems like everything is... still new. Not a lot of history.

[devilstongue]

Yeah, all I've seen are broken buildings. It's depressing.

[ It seems there had at least been some kind of small village or settlement, though. ]

I mean more like... normal people getting thrown in here. Bakers, shoemakers, beggars. All I see are people with big weapons and bigger personalities.

[ Kids aside, that is. He's not sure what kind of place it means it is if it brings in kids to play survival anyway. ]

[barberian]

(Yasha takes a moment to think about that, and then nods slowly. He's right.)

You... think it's something to do with that, then? (People who have already seen a lot: people who have stories to tell. That could easily be something that connects them all. Not that any of this is likely to be confirmed any time soon. Yasha sighs, drops her shoulders.)

I wish there was an easier way to know more, you know?

[devilstongue]

I do. Whatever this place is, it likes weird people.

[ It's its only saving grace so far, honestly. ]

We should talk to more people and get as much information as we can. Find allies and all that. There are some decent people here... even good ones, poor bastards.

[ Whatever these islands meant to the people that came to them, Molly wanted to hear more about what went on. ]

[barberian]

Oh, is that why you're here?

( :-) )

If we tell the others about this they could help us. We could canvas the islands very quickly that way.

[devilstongue]

Darling, I'm the god of this weirdness. Long may I reign.

[ He grins and then pecks her cheek quickly. ]

That's why I'm mingling. Finding out who to bring to a big meeting and get some shit done to get you home.

[barberian]

(Yasha had presented her cheek for the oncoming kiss already, anticipating this show of affection. It is nice to get pecks from Mollymauk, but then he says something not so nice right afterward, and her expression clouds over.)

... You don't have to be so hasty. We have plenty of time to get home.

[devilstongue]

[ She knows him so well. It's bittersweet, and he coils the tip of his tail around her foot. ]

That's a thought for another day, you're right! We should have another drink and go look at the fire like proper partying people.

[ Distractions! ]

[barberian]

(Yasha shakes her head slowly, still looking at him. His tail has curled neatly around her ankle: an old comfort. She glances down at it, then shrugs. Distractions are good. She doesn't really want to get into everything left unsaid just now either.)

Okay. (Glancing past him and toward the table, she leans forwards and finds a candy necklace draped across a bowl of assorted party accessories. This, she drapes casually across his horns, so that it hangs in front of his face.)

But I need to festoon you first.

(the joke is that he's the most ostentatious person here, but that's not going to stop yasha from sliding a pair of bright red shutter shades on him)

[devilstongue]

[ He's already laughing as she's putting the necklace on him, sticking his forked tongue out as far as he can to lick it. It doesn't quite reach, and it's hilarious to him.

The shutter shades are even more welcomed and he grins, reaching to grab a party hat and put it on her. Studying his handiwork, Molly adds some streamers to her hair. ]

Are we fancy enough?

[barberian]

Almost.

(She sniggers a little at the soft 'thp' of his tongue, lowering her head a little so that he may crown her with a party hat. The streamers are a nice touch also. Yasha nods approvingly, and picks up an unburnt sparkler from the table, rolling it between her fingers.)

... What is this for? (It's gray, it doesn't really look like a decoration.)

[devilstongue]

[ She is so lovely when she laughs, and Molly basks in the sound and delights at the smile of her face and the approval. Literal angel Yasha.

When she picks up the sparkler, Molly's eyes widen and his tail starts whipping excitedly. Reaching over, he steals one for himself. ]

They had these at Hupperdook! Look!

[ Grinning, he holds one end over a torch, and then pulls it back when it starts sparking. It's like a shower of fiery glitter, and with him being a tiefling, it's easy to wind his fingers through the glowing flakes without getting burned. ]

[barberian]

(Yasha's eyes widen at the sight; she had been with Kiri in Hupperdook while the others had gone out after sunset. She had been happy to stay back where it was less crowded and less noisy, but it... is a little disappointing to know that she had missed out on something like this.)

It's beautiful.

(Molly is passing his fingers through the errant sparks like a magic trick, so Yasha reaches out too, and promptly burns her fingertips on the hot end. She jerks them back with a little huff, shaking her hand out in a couple of quick, embarrassed movements.) ... But dangerous.