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

[The first time he sees Molly, he honestly thinks he's hallucinating.

It's not that tieflings are weird to him- he's been alive a long time, and it's not like they don't exist back home. But seeing a bright purple one in that garish a coat and a crop top covered in whatever that is makes him think it's Taako for a split second and something has gone very, very wrong in the time it took him to get a drink. Hell, maybe he's accidentally gotten super high again. It's really difficult to say.

Thankfully, he vaguely remembers this man from the Storytelling, and that makes it easier to recall that he's his own person and this is not some disguise self calamity zone in which his boyfriend tries to win him over using a handsome face and makes six thousand horny jokes.

... But also he should make sure. So he finds himself running into him as he's pouring himself another drink, and makes an attempt at starting a conversation.]

Have you had some of this already? It's quite good.

[He gestures to the pitcher in his hand, which happens to contain Muffet's blackberry liquor.]

[ To be fair, Molly is definitely not above making six thousand horny jokes. Especially not right now because damn, Kravitz. What a nice face. Fuck, nice everything.

The explosion of colors that is Mollymauk is even brighter with that smile that's now radiating off him. He had flirted his way through people already, but this was definitely going to be more of a serious attempt. ]

Oh, I have. It's quite excellent, isn't it?

[ The inviting tilt of his voice isn't exactly helping with that Taako-resemblance, but at least Molly's voice is very different. ]

I don't think I've seen you before, and I would definitely have remembered that face. What's your name?

[Okay, going well. Sort of. He still has that familiar look he's seen on Taako's face before that gives him the distinct impression he's going to be eaten alive, but he can unpack that later. He'd say he looks good enough tonight, though forcibly more informal than he'd like, in a subtle enough shirt, long dreads tied back from his face with a few left looping by his cheekbones and slightly pointed ears. He hasn't been convinced into jeans yet, though. We're just not there yet. But hey, scythe swinging requires nice arms, so he's got some nice shit to view.]

Oh uhm, no, I-- don't believe we've met. You do stand out enough to keep in memory.

[He puts the pitcher aside and extends his hand for a shake.]

Kravitz. Yourself?

[ Molly would probably peg him for a half-elf with those little ear points, but people were from all over the place around here, so he couldn't fully say. Nobody had looked at him and said 'tiefling', yet. Just demon. ]

I do stand out, don't I?

[ He says with a little grin, knowing full well that it was because he was making a complete ass out of himself on the floor while talking and drinking. The man would have to be blind to not have seen him, but it was nice to see that it wasn't a negative outcome. He was damn handsome, after all, and all nicely dressed up. Those arms are getting a not-so-subtle admiring look, as do the coils of his hair. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, Molly to my friends. Do call me Molly, Mr. Kravitz.

[Ding ding ding, someone wins the prize. They'll make it to the proper terminology page eventually. For now, he has to quell the shiver up his spine from the smoothness of this interaction, the way in which he has no good response when someone is genuinely flattering him.]

Well, if I'm referring to you as such, you certainly don't need to give me a title.

[What a well strung together bit of words, alright, sure.]

It's-- you're not the only one who stands out, for sure. It's a party. I would say you're allowed. I mean, I can't tell you you're not allowed to be yourself, that's-- you're you, obviously. Yep.

[Fantastic.]

[ This guy is delightfully awkward and Molly loves it. ]

Hm. That's nice.

[ Not that he'll stop, since it's a great way to get under someone's skin in both good and bad ways. Instead Molly keeps listening to Kravitz awkward conversation, his fanged grin only widening as it goes on. ]

Well, I certainly hope you're not! That would be terribly rude of you, after all.

[ Molly you're way too close, please learn about the personal bubble?

He trails a hand down the nice-looking shirt, tapping a claw-like nail against a tiny skull in the somewhat morbid pattern. This guys had a Look™ and it worked damn well. ]

Where are you from, love?

[It's kind of embarrassing how quickly he's running out of words here. When Taako was messing with him the first time, it was easy enough to ignore- he was focused on a mission, and these were criminals. But now that he's sort of been forced to just be him without responsibility or burden, he's finding he has no fucking clue how to handle advances. Would it be inappropriate to just yell that he has a boyfriend? Probably. But it's his fault for not being able to handle this, so. No need to go that hard.

He doesn't even look outwardly uncomfortable. Just bewildered. He's blinking like the white guy meme. What does he even do with this information?]

I, uhm, I live here on the main island.

[Oh, wait--]

But you probably mean before this place, ah-- it's a world known as Faerün. I don't anticipate you'll know where it is, though you wouldn't be out of place.

[ The guy is a hilarious and confused mess, and Molly is enjoying it a little too much. He wants to see just how far he could push this before Kravitz either passes out or finds his feet. Either or, Molly's game.

...just yell that you have a boyfriend, Krav. Molly's not a homewrecker.

The comment about him not being out of place is interesting, because that means either he's from a place with demons or a place with tieflings. The latter would make his half-elf guess correct.

However, Faerûn doesn't ring a bell at all. Nor would the world of Abeir-Toril overall. ]

I can't say I've heard of it. I'm from Exandria, most recently Wildemount.

[Look, he'll get there, Kravitz isn't 100% on if they're flirting or not. Is this flirting? Could he really consider it that? Who knows! Not Kravitz!

He tries to focus on the location Mollymauk gives, trying to consider it against his world.]

I'm afraid I'm unaware of that place, either. It's not uncommon, to find people from different worlds. You simply look... well...

[He twists his wrist, trying to determine if this is going to make any goddamn sense, but decides to shoot his shot.]

Forgive me if this makes no sense, but are you a tiefling? The resemblance is uncanny, though I don't usually see those who are purple.

you and me in the moonlight

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