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

[no wait talk to her about battlerabbit alpha she has questions--

Beau crosses her arms, seeming like she's actually thinking about all this.]

What if we ask for some stuff now, some stuff to work on. Then we get like, a split. Not a gap.

[It's not the worst plan, but it does require more favors. Probably not big ones? It's fine. It's mildly more surprising this guy could be taking care of a kid, but she and her motley brand of jackasses kept a baby Kenku alive for like, a month. Anything's possible.]

You really got a kid here? Damn. Sucks.

[She's seen a few, but it's not ideal.]

Alright. Keep me posted.

[Yeah, everything he had to say about asking for a few easy supplies to make pizza? Gone. Drove straight off a cliff in flames the moment Beau mentions he might have a kid in that way. Oh god, no--fuck no. He bristles, wrinkling his nose like he just swallowed a lemon whole.]

Tch, not like that! Jeez, I'm only twenty-five, I ain't 'bout to have no dang kid... Don't want one any time f my life, neither! None'a that romance-y Mudsdale crap, too, ugh. [Guzma and relationships don't mix well. He's been burned too many times in the past. Not romantically, but to the point where establishing deep connections with people is...tricky. For him, anyway.] I look after 'er. Lillie is practically my li'l sis at this point.

Anyway, yeah whatever, I'll let you know. [He waves Beau off, still looking huffy, then clears his throat as he watches her go.] ...Yo, hold up, one more thing.

Did y'all do your own undercut?

[She recoils just a bit from his reaction, because why would it be a problem? Maybe he has a fuckin' baby hiding in a sling somewhere and he's gonna be taking pizza home, who knows! She doesn't! So she just shrugs with a frown, prepared to end this.]

Okay, jeez, whatever.

[And goes to head off, until he calls her back with... not the question she expected, but okay. Unlike many others on the island, Beau's hair still looks pretty damn polished, which doesn't make a ton of sense when you've got a pretty obvious shave fade. She reaches up to press the fuzz on instinct, looking pretty trimmed up right now.]

Oh, uh. Friend of mine does it. She's good with her sword.

[That isn't even a joke.]

[...What the fuck.]

Sword? [Did he hear that right?] Your friend cuts your hair with a sword?

[He's not sure whether to be terrified, amazed, or concerned. I mean, her cut looks pretty damn good, and he's been raving for a trip himself, the white of his hair more trim than his undercut. Guzma's learned to do that part by himself with what tools he was given by the Storyteller a while back, but getting a good shave is...well. It's not exactly easy without a.) a mirror, and b.) a razor or a sharp edge. He could probably do it with a knife, but he doesn't have the experience to do a shave like that, yet.]

[Beau just nods like it's the most normal thing in the world.]

Yeah, with her greatsword. She's good at it. Does our friend's beard back home too.

[She gestures to her own face like she has to illustrate what a beard is, or something.]

She'd probably do it if you're okay with like. A sword by your head or whatever.

[G-Greatsword...hm. Hm.

Guzma rubs his face as well, looking extremely uncomfortable because, well...a barber's razor is none too great to put toward his neck or head, and neither is a knife, but he's done the latter well enough to live off of thus far. Heck, he's learned how to use it pretty damn well, in fact. The only issue is, he can't see the back of his skull, otherwise he may try himself.

He's tense, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, putting his hands together and pointing the digits at Beau.]

Yooou're sure she's got a steady hand? Can't say shaving someone's face with a sword ain't dope as heck, and props to your gal pal being super metal, but that's, uh--... It sure is diff'rent than whatI'm used to, dog.

[She grins cockily at him, knocking out her hip to put her hand on it and running her other through the nice peach fuzz on her head.]

I mean, I'm the one out here looking fresh as hell, so you tell me.

[She does not have the charisma to wink or anything here, but she does look kinda smug, because she's a rude little fucker.]

[Guzma snorts, a deep scowl appearing on his face as he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. Oh, this sassy little--]

Fair 'nuff, yo, but if your friend takes off my head I am coming back to haunt both of your cheeky li'l backsides. Yours 'specially. I live out on the islets, uhh...I think the second one? Look for the one with a stove out back - that's mine.

[Beau snickers, crossing her arms.]

Shit, you have a stove? I think we can make a good trade on that. Though I mean, now maybe we just kill you and perform an exorcism.

[Is she joking? Is she serious? Does she care??? This is bad all around.]

We're out there too, one of the cottages. 'Mm sure if we yell enough we'll find each other. See you.

[And then she just. Turns to walk off again. Not explaining any of the rest of that, like a champion.]

you and me in the moonlight

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