Obligatory Beach Episode (the actual beach part)
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.]
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.]
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Okay no, she isn't that shameless. And at least she's wearing the shawl-thing Yata, if only because it helps to hide her scars a little bit. But that's all the attempts at covering up he's gonna get.
His observation gets a nod, but then she blinks, glancing over at him as she raises her eyebrows.]
... Again? You lost to them before?
[She doesn't notice the lack of eye contact yet though - mainly thanks to how she sucks at eye contact too.]
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The other day, they... [ He crosses his arms and knits his brows as he recalls. ] They cheated.
[ Not saying how, but he's suspiciously red. ]
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... Cheated? [Huh, he looks kinda red right now...][DID THEY FLASH HIM OR SOMETHING...]
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I-I don't wanna talk about it.
[ He's red up to his ears. ]
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... You sure? You look like you might explode if you turn even redder.
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... I'm not that creepy, am I?
[Now she's just messing with him.]
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No! N-no. You're normal.