lifeaftr | you and me in the moonlight

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh hell no. I wouldn't risk Hyperion like that. Though I guess on Umui it was all such soft rotted metal it wasn't half bad.

[Hyperion, the greatsword standing in the sand a dozen or so feet away, close enough that if a tigershark decides to come looking for their meal he can dispatch it quickly enough. Unlike Keith, though, it is all simple metal and maybe a smidge of magical power. If he broke it he'd have to weld it back together himself.

Of course it's so huge that the width of the blade is easily wider than the shovels so it'd probably be pretty effective as a shovel.]

Mostly just been using flat stones and my hands for anything I'd have liked a shovel for until recently.

I was using the bayard sword because it just reshapes itself every time you call it out. [He stops shoveling briefly to look over to Hyperion. The sword is huge. He has muscle on him but he can't even imagine lifting that sword. Despite bulking up he's still built for speed and endurance.]

Think it's just overall better to use shovels. [He gets back to work and there on his belt is the white U with black markings, strapped in the place a weapon should be.]

And yeah, Umui wasn't too bad for digging. [If he ignored what the flowers represented. Which he did. All the damn time.]

[The combined weight of his sword and shield probably outweighs Pidge by a decent bit, maybe even Lance too. The sword itself is also at least six feet. Yeah it'd probably squish you, Keith, sorry.]

That bayard thing sounds pretty handy, then. [It makes him think of the Armiger, of the dream (?!) he had recently and he pauses briefly, feeling out along the familiar line of magic that they've been so empty without recently. Still no Noctis... but maybe soon.]

If you can just remake it though... might have some work I could use your help with.

You know me, [He shovels more sand away from Caliborn they're uncovering. It's not difficult work. The draining part is the heat and the tedium.]

Always willing to help with a project. What do you need from me? [Keith pauses his digging to check his progress with pupils that narrow vertically. Still more sand to get through.]

And while we're at it do you want to see how it works?

Been talking to Prom about setting up some sort of bathing facilities. That shitty little shower I made on the little islands isn't going to last forever. One good storm and it's done for.

[Gladio pauses as well, watches the strange slant to Keith's eyes briefly but shrugs it off. He's seen weirder. But the offer of a demonstration is met with one of those eager grins that come along with nerdiness. Look survival shit and weapons are two of his favorite things.]

So we need to reinforce it or build something better? [He plants his shovel and draws both of his blades. The knife shifts in a wash of purple light at the same time the bayard glows red. Both weapons become swords as he holds them up.

The bayard's blade is longer but the Marmora sword has a slightly curved edge. They both revert to their inert forms in a similar glow.]

That is badass.

[He grins, distracted for a moment from their task.]

Got ideas on how to do something better but it's gonna take some work and some real sturdy tools. Gonna have to do more than digging. Outright mining. But if we can find the source of the river, or close to it, I wanna try to divert some of the flow into a pool. Build in a couple of small dams and hollow out spaces below it to bank some fires into...

And we've got ourselves a bathhouse.

[He stores his weapons and nods. Sturdy tools, got it. Keith grabs his shovel and gets back to work as the words build a picture in his head. Mining. He could probably ask Shiro to help them.

Then the ball drops and he blinks.]

A bathhouse. [He's never actually been to one. Another blink. Then he nods.]

Yeah, I can definitely help with that. Some more of my team showed up...I could talk to them and see who else might be able to lend a hand.

[Okay more of a Mediterranean style bath house than what Keith might think of but it's still the same basic principle. The mention of his team makes Gladio's mood drop a little, though.]

Yeah.... Lance is back, isn't he?

[But hasn't sought him out so it's going to be just like Mira. Someone that doesn't remember him and therefore he hasn't really let himself get his hopes up too much. ]

But hey, the more the merrier, yeah?

[He catches the subtle shift in mood. Ah, that’s right Gladio knows Lance. He can at least lift this shift. Just a bit. Keith pauses digging long enough to wipe sweat away from his forehead.]

Yeah, he’s back. He’s annoyed the islands keep playing with him like this. He’s ahead of me in our timeline. So he probably just vanished for that. I brought him up to speed on what happened after he got sick from that flower sickness.

Shiro is here too. [He has forgotten everything. For the best, probably, maybe.]

He... wait he remembers?

[And that definitely shifts the mood back, a smile tugging at his lips.]

Then why the hell hasn't the jerk checked in?

[Even as he says it he's rolling his eyes a little, quite sure the reason is because Lance is still horribly embarrassed about the whole Rock Incident.]

It could be a mix, [Keith says with a shrug of his shoulders. The shirt pulls tight showing off the physique he'd earned in the depths of space. He and Shiro are built similarly these days. Both of them corded with muscle, the kind earned when you spend your life fighting to survive.]

He's recovering from a big push kind of skirmish and he did get into that incident on the rock. He tends not to forget that stuff.

[He rolls his eyes a bit with a small smile. Lance is Lance. The loudest screamer and yet... He pauses his shovel as the scent of cooked meat drifts up to them. His smile fades.]

...or it could be he's so wrapped up in trying to get into the swing of things he forgot. We've dealt with a lot. It takes a bit to process.

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