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

[avantguard]

Oh.

[ Instead of cutting off a piece to try just yet, she idly pushes the steak around on the pan as it cools. ]

Does that mean you're a vegetarian?

[hymnals]

Strictly.

[ He watches her play with the meat, one eyebrow raised. ]

But only for the past sixty years or so.

[avantguard]

[ The fork SCRAPES AGAINST THE PAN, missing the steak entirely. ]

S-sixty, you said?

[hymnals]

[ He winces. Sensitive hearing. Yeouch. ]

Yes, that's correct. Not so long, but long enough that I'd be sick if I ate meat now.

[ He frowns a little, with an expression that says, 'What??' ]

[avantguard]

Oh.

[ She should probably explain her surprise.

Asuna is still a little speechless but then she pipes up with, ]

But you don't look any older than thirty.

still dying

[hymnals]

Thirty, huh?

[ He pretends to look wounded. ]

My people reach maturity and our physical aging comes nearly to a standstill. That's twenty, by the way.

[ He's just teasing, smiling at her. Except about the aging thing; that's real. ]

im so mad at myself

[avantguard]

[ Immortal? No, he said "nearly."

Her lips are parted in continued surprise. ]

... Is that because of your magic?

[hymnals]

[ He shakes his head, 'no'. ]

All sin'dorei--blood elves--enjoy long life.

[ He rubs his chin. ]

Or endure it, depending on your perspective.

[avantguard]

[ Elves. She had a feeling he was, but now she knows for sure.

A blood elf. That wasn't in the books, but Adra probably came from a different world of elves. How does he feel about all of them going missing?

She can't ask. ]

You said you haven't eaten meat for sixty years but... how old are you?

[ Asuna you can't ask that ]

[hymnals]

[ HE DOESN'T MIND ... ]

Six hundred-something. In the fifties. It's difficult to keep track after a while.

[avantguard]

[ IT'S RUDE THO

When he does reveal his age, she nearly drops the fork she's holding. ]

Six hundred!?

[ Immediately after, she claps a hand to her mouth. ]

[hymnals]

And fifty-something.

[ He adds, helpfully. ]

Not so much, really. My night elf cousins enjoy a lifespan stretching into the tens of thousands.

[avantguard]

[ And fifty-something. Right.

And she's fifteen. ]

Amazing. [ A whisper. Elves lived for such a long time. He wasn't kidding when he said endure. ]

I bet you've experienced so much...

[hymnals]

[ He scratches behind one ear, suddenly sheepish. ]

It's mostly been the same things over and over again.