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]

(The way Beau jumps, light on her feet is making her laugh, soft and snickery behind her fist. Yasha should have known this was going to happen. Trust Beau to turn the whole thing into a contest.)

Okay. Are you ready?

(Mollymauk does not call her the muscle for nothing; she yeets one to Beau with all of her might.) Catch!

[lesbeau]

[Beau's face breaks into something manic and she doesn't even wait for the ring to hit her- she charges forward towards it, leaping into the air to catch. And with an over 20 dex check she absolutely leaps for the damn thing, swiping it out of the air with a spin before landing on her feet and punching the ground. She hops back up immediately, yelling triumphantly to the sky.]

Fuck yes! Go again! You've still got rings! Let's fukin' go!!

[barberian]

(Oh, wow, yes, she certainly got it. Yasha squints after the ring as she tosses it, hand over her brow, and straightens as Beau nicks it cleanly from the air. It looks cool when she punches the ground like that too, Yasha is suitably impressed. She'll give that a big thumbs up. Literally.)

Okay, okay.

(This is fun, huh. She throws another ring– except psyche, it's both of the remaining rings at the same time! Let's see how Beau deals with this one.)

[lesbeau]

[If there's one person that's prepared for multiple shit flying at her at once, it's Beau. She grins, keeping herself steady but loose, and slides the ring she's already caught onto her arm.

She only sees the second one coming a second before it's in range, but she's on it before she even knows she's moving. Beau grabs one and immediately ducks, letting it sail over her head before extending her other arm and grabbing it before it passes her, standing again to spin them on each pointer finger.]

C'mon, Yasha! Haven't you paid any attention to me? Why not try and hit me harder? Or y'know, just uh, hit me, both are good.

[barberian]

Because I don't want to hit you.

(That's- it's not the point, of the whole thing? She doesn't want to hurt Beau, she just wants to see her do her thing. That's all.)

If you're going to keep complaining though you should throw them back and I'll try it again.

[lesbeau]

You're not going to! That's the point! But you have to try.

[Beau, no.]

It's not fun if you don't at least make an attempt, otherwise how do I know you're like, really putting your all into it?

[She tosses a couple back, rapid-fire.]

Go on! Really send 'em!

[barberian]

Okay, (Yasha concedes, a hint of frustration creeping in now,) back up, then.

(She doesn't get it, but if Beau isn't going to let it alone, she can certainly comply. She pauses for a moment, frowning at the ring, then squints out to where Beau is out by the shoreline. She's probably dancing around on the balls of her feet out there. Yasha huffs, then throws a ring, and this time it isn't in the air or to the side or anything, it's a direct fucking fastball special straight at Beau's face. She shouts wordlessly as she throws it, too.)

why did she have to roll an 18 here, goddamnit

[lesbeau]

[Beau backs up as she's told, bouncing between her feet exactly like Yasha imagines she is. This is it, this is some fucking combat shit. Who needs the monks at the temple shooting arrows at her when she can have a hot buff girl throwing things at her instead? It's still dangerous! It's good! She's gonna fight god!!!

And sure enough, Yasha tosses it and her eyes go wide, hands extended and heart pounding as she grabs it right in front of her face, using both hands to stop the momentum before it hits. But damn, she felt that one in her fingers, in the impact. That was exhilarating.

She smiles, almost manic.]

One!

lesbian menace. i support her

[barberian]

(Oh, look at that, she got it. Yasha is silently, tetchily impressed. Trust Beau to go and bully her into throwing things as hard as she can and then go and make fetching them look absurdly easy. She snorts, and rolls her eyes.)

Show off.

(That was muttered, though. She's going to toss the next one without a word aloud to Beau, just hooning it across the sands with all her might. This one is gonna go a bit wide, just to make her jump for it. Into the ocean, of course.)

anyway now she got a 2 so

[lesbeau]

[She's endlessly hyped up, sliding the ring up her arm to hold it there while the second one comes. But, in all her excitement, she digs her feet into the sand and tries to go wide for the shot and feels herself falling. In response, she kicks out harder, leaping for the ring--

Which hits her right in the face, and she goes down in a messy heap into the waves.

It's a few seconds before her hand reemerges, holding the ring, and her voice can be heard faintly from the ground.]

That's... two...

[She's getting up, kind of, who would Beau be if she couldn't take a few shots to the head?]

finally, beau sucks

[barberian]

(Oh, oops. Okay, when she'd been recklessly hurling rings out there she hadn't expected to actually nail Beau in the face. Yasha had only been out to give her a bit of a rough time. Her hand flies to her mouth as Beau hits the water with a loud crack, and goes down among the waves.

She comes lumbering over a little uncertainly, just in time for Beau to surface and start getting up again, the wet ring clutched in her hand. Yasha sighs, her arms crossing slowly over her front as she regards her, feet in the surf.)

... Are you okay?

she sucks a lot more often just not in punchies

[lesbeau]

[Shhh its fine Yasha she deserves this. Beau attempts to pull herself out of the water, pretty much immediately getting beaten by a wave, and spits out some saltwater as she struggles to find purchase in the wet sand.]

'Ss fine, it's, it's so fine.

[She's absolutely soaked with saltwater, tank top dragging down, bits of loose hair out of her bun plastered to her face. There's a little blood by her nose. Sometimes it just be like this. She gestures to the ring in some misplaced show of victory.]

I got it.

pumbaa! not in front of the kids

[barberian]

(Her concern immediately melts away into soft, hoarse chuckles the moment Beau gets beaned in the face by another rolling wave while she's trying to get up. Yasha lifts her fist to mouth to try and disguise it but it's very obvious that she's laughing.

Oh, but she's a mess. Okay, okay.)

Come here.

(Yasha is going to reach out with both hands. One is proffered to help her up and out of the surf, the other reaching to gently touch her wet cheek with her fingertips, imparting a spark of healing hands onto her, just to touch up that bleeding nose.)

instructions unclear got dick caught in ceiling fan

[lesbeau]

[Beau just lets herself be lifted, shoving a hand in Yasha's shirt near her shoulder to try and right herself. She's still woozy, but this was worth it to feel that little warm touch.

Just for funsies, and because she thinks she can get away with it, she shifts her head a bit to the side and gives Yasha's palm a little peck.]

Okay, so we're going again, right, because I think I can take more hits if they're from you.

[BEAU,]

istg

[barberian]

(Oh. Yasha blinks, and it's a good thing that Beau's got a hand fisted into her shirt to hold herself up because she lets go of her entirely in her surprise at the little press of Beau's mouth to the middle of her palm. Hmm. That's...)

Um, (she says uselessly, and then,) no, I– you're done for now, I think. I don't want to keep knocking you into the ocean. If you swallow too much salt water you could vomit later, you know.

(what the fuck is she saying right now)

;)

[lesbeau]

[Beau still kind of wobbles when Yasha's hold just kind of expires, letting out a small 'woah!' as her feet hit the sand and she rights herself into standing. She seems pleased, through, getting that cocky kind of grin left.]

Smooth.

[Vomit discussions. Romantic. She starts to drag herself in from the shore so the waves don't keep hitting them, keeping her hand in Yasha's top.]

I guess you owe me wine for hitting me.

[barberian]

I don't owe you anything, (Yasha says haltingly,) you asked me to hit you. But nice try.

(She's not sure how do deal with Beau's hand clenched over a fistful of her shirt except to let herself be slowly walked back out of the surf. She's trying to think of something clever to say, something flirty, even, but she keeps coming up empty. How does Beau do it so easily?)

[lesbeau]

[By having no shame, that's how.

Once her feet are on solid ground, without surf lapping at her ankles, she lets go to resteady herself.]

Oh come on, you can't even feel bad enough to get me a drink?

[And as soon as she's let go, she cuddles right back up, a shoulder pressed against Yasha's with a nudge and a wink.]

C'mon. Let's take this party on land, huh?

[barberian]

(Yasha sighs, but it's a good-natured sound. She does not nudge Beau away from her shoulder, either.)

If I go and get myself a drink and I happen to get you one at the same time, would you ever shut up about it?

[lesbeau]

Nope.

[She pops her 'p', giving her a toothy grin. Looks like they're staying together.]

Let's get some drinks, babe.

[barberian]

(Looks like it. Sometimes you just have to sigh and bear these things. Yasha might roll her eyes, but her gaze has softened.)

Okay, Beau.