Obligatory Beach Episode (the actual beach part)

[hoasen]

Who: Everyone at the beach (and Vietnam)
When: First few days of April?
Where: Capablanca: Beach
What: In order to complete a few jobs set in Capablanca, a volleyball match and a beach bbq happened (at different times). As usual, everyone can end up joining for no goddamn reason (other than money maybe).
Rating: PG is always the safe option.

NOTE This is also a mingle log, so just tag around in the sub-headers set up!

VOLLEYBALL

[In order to complete this job and win the trust of the merfolk, a beach volleyball session has been organised. What are they going to do? It has been suggested that they play on the shallows, stick up a net and then hit balls back and forth to the merfolk. Seems easy enough...right?

WRONG. Beach Volleyball is super intense. Start planning your strategies, because you could be unfortunate in that your mermaid friends are actually professional underwater volleyballers. Which is probably like Blitzball or something.]


BEACH BBQ

[One of the best ways to learn about each other and also WIN THE TRUST of local populace is to hold a random Beach Barbeque. Who knows where Vietnam managed to amass all these ingredients for the barbeque (trade secret) but everyone can help cook! If they know how. Alternatively, all barbeques need people to EAT so come judge the food. And talk and make merry.

There is word going around that someone left a whole case of alcohol for mixing. Who on earth brought that?! (And left a convenient list of drinks and how to mix them). We'll blame the proprietor of a bar who wants more publicity.]

Comments

[oneirism]

[While he's searching for a first aid kit, he'll soon feel the soothing warmth of a healing spell against the cut, quickly healing the wound as the source of the magic walks closer. The glow of magic around her fingers fades once the cut is healed, her brows slightly furrowed in concern.]

... Is that better?

[liberal_arts]

Yes... well, at least the wound is. My dignity still bleeds.

[oneirism]

... I'm not sure if I have a spell that can help with that.

[Despite the lineface, the light tone and faint hint of a smile shows that yes, this is a joke attempt.]

[liberal_arts]

Oh if only.

Really, as a sword, it's particularly embarrassing if I cut myself while preparing food. It's an insult, but one I suffer unto myself.

[oneirism]

... It's alright, even I misstep in my dances sometimes. Even if it's embarrassing, it happens.

[Though she almost grimaces as she admits that - far too prideful in her dance skills to be willing to say she makes mistakes. But it does happen.]

[liberal_arts]

It is different. You are human. For a sword to be this sloppy is unacceptable. I'd be tossed to the furnace.

[oneirism]

... The furnace? Would something really that extreme happen?

[She's really hoping the answer is no.]

[liberal_arts]

Well...

Probably not. But it should.