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ximilialog2023-08-03 04:00 pm
homeostatic) wrote in ximilialog2023-08-03 04:00 pm
(OPEN) Come down, come down sweet reverence
CHARACTERS: Bones and you!
LOCATION: Sim room
DATE: Couple days after mission end.
CONTENT: Chill time with McCoy on the beach. Stars, s'mores, drinks, snackage, music and reminiscing.
WARNINGS: none atm!
The invite goes out via word of mouth versus anything formal, a wistful mention to friends that maybe travels a little farther than intended. Fine really: the only requirement to join is beachwear and a potluck item of the invitee's choice.
Salty air, soft white sands, the susurrus of a gentle surf, and distant guitar greet those who stop by the sim room that evening. A simple sign of 'Shoes off!' has been plunked onto the nearest dune, with an open basket beneath it for tossing forbidden footwear.
From the top of the dunes, the path leads down to the beach proper, where a small bonfire has been built up a little ways from the water, flames licking high at the emerging stars. Blankets and a few low-slung beach chairs rest in the ring of orange light, welcoming all, with other supplies neatly arranged farther out: a small chest of ice and drinks, a low table of finger foods and the makings of s'mores, a few selections of hard liquor lined up in the sand. There's even a kettle sitting on a stone near the fire, boiling water for tea.
McCoy himself has already snagged a glass of bourbon and a square of blanket, lifting a hand from Jim's acoustic guitar to greet any and all who show up. He plays mostly quiet pieces, with some favorites he remembers (most of) the lyrics to, but will happily give up the instrument to others wanting to play. Maybe add more vigor to the get-together?
First arrivals get the best seats as the sun sinks at last below the horizon, ahead of the silvery moon emerging over the water. There's a surprise a half-hour later: a second moonrise, gleaming golden as she follows her sister's path across the dark, star-studded sky.
Latecomers will find themselves equally welcome, with sticks offered out for roasting marshmallows, and warmer beverage available for imbibing. The breeze coming off the ocean is cooler now, so more blankets are handed out to snuggle up in, either alone or with a friend. Talk, share, tell spooky ghost stories or tales from home, or just stuff yourself with noms and get delightfully buzzed.
Stay all night, if you like– he won't hustle anyone out, but in the morning McCoy may snag you to help distribute the odd hangover remedy, or carry dishes back to the kitchen.
In the meantime? Relax.
LOCATION: Sim room
DATE: Couple days after mission end.
CONTENT: Chill time with McCoy on the beach. Stars, s'mores, drinks, snackage, music and reminiscing.
WARNINGS: none atm!
The invite goes out via word of mouth versus anything formal, a wistful mention to friends that maybe travels a little farther than intended. Fine really: the only requirement to join is beachwear and a potluck item of the invitee's choice.
Salty air, soft white sands, the susurrus of a gentle surf, and distant guitar greet those who stop by the sim room that evening. A simple sign of 'Shoes off!' has been plunked onto the nearest dune, with an open basket beneath it for tossing forbidden footwear.
From the top of the dunes, the path leads down to the beach proper, where a small bonfire has been built up a little ways from the water, flames licking high at the emerging stars. Blankets and a few low-slung beach chairs rest in the ring of orange light, welcoming all, with other supplies neatly arranged farther out: a small chest of ice and drinks, a low table of finger foods and the makings of s'mores, a few selections of hard liquor lined up in the sand. There's even a kettle sitting on a stone near the fire, boiling water for tea.
McCoy himself has already snagged a glass of bourbon and a square of blanket, lifting a hand from Jim's acoustic guitar to greet any and all who show up. He plays mostly quiet pieces, with some favorites he remembers (most of) the lyrics to, but will happily give up the instrument to others wanting to play. Maybe add more vigor to the get-together?
First arrivals get the best seats as the sun sinks at last below the horizon, ahead of the silvery moon emerging over the water. There's a surprise a half-hour later: a second moonrise, gleaming golden as she follows her sister's path across the dark, star-studded sky.
Latecomers will find themselves equally welcome, with sticks offered out for roasting marshmallows, and warmer beverage available for imbibing. The breeze coming off the ocean is cooler now, so more blankets are handed out to snuggle up in, either alone or with a friend. Talk, share, tell spooky ghost stories or tales from home, or just stuff yourself with noms and get delightfully buzzed.
Stay all night, if you like– he won't hustle anyone out, but in the morning McCoy may snag you to help distribute the odd hangover remedy, or carry dishes back to the kitchen.
In the meantime? Relax.
Chishiya Shuntaro | Alice in Borderland
[Ah, beachwear. It’s been awhile since that was a dress code Chishiya had to follow. It would almost be nostalgic if The Beach at Borderland hadn’t come to such a destructive end. If it wasn’t McCoy who put this together he might have passed on it, but he actually trusts him to organize something that won’t turn completely unhinged.
He ends up arriving pretty early, wearing a simple pair of swim trunks and a hooded linen shirt. He’s carrying a couple of packs of Ukon no Chikara as his potluck offering. In his experience people get drunk at beach parties, okay. He’s covering the bases. He puts the packs down near the booze.
If anyone asks, he’ll supply an explanation, of a sort:]
Try it before you start drinking. It might help you later.
Just Chillin
[Later he can be found lounging on one of the beach chairs, eating cookies and people watching, like he often does at public gatherings. This evening has been much more pleasant than the last beach bonfire he attended.
When he notices the second moon rising, he raises an eyebrow.]
I guess this isn’t a simulation of one of Earth's beaches.
chillin'
no subject
[Which may not be a huge surprise, all things considered.]
What inspired this?
no subject
( He looks down into his glass, the whisky turned to glowing amber in the firelight. They've known each other long enough now that he can be vulnerable with his honesty. )
Didn't much fancy spending tonight alone, so I thought other folks might like a quiet evening too. ( After a shrug, he takes a long sip of his drink. )
And I hate movie night.
no subject
Always? Because of the movies or something else?
[Though he supposes not everyone vibes with movie night. He didn't much care for the most recent one, although the food was pretty good, at least.
But sometimes it's not so bad. The gay cowboy matrix was one of the better parts of being stuck on the old Ximilia.]