RP:2nd Annual Rynvale Beach Bash
This is a Rogue's Guild RP.
The 2nd Annual Beach Bash
This event is entirely above board and supposedly sanctioned with all appropriate permits. It is open to the public.
Those who know, know that this event is also a chance to welcome new members to the Rogue's Guild, possibly recruit new members, and maybe even scope out some new talent. This event will take place between the Private Beach and Beachside Villa on Port Rynvale's south shore.
(Directions from Rynvale Recall: 1S, 3W, 2S, 4W, 1S, 1E)
(OOC NOTE: Use the following descriptions to help guide you.)
The Bonfire
Along the soft sands of the open, quiet beach the sound of crackling can be heard from afar. As guests move through a flowering passionfruit arch along toward the serene beach, a large, and tall fire whips in a center circle of stones. The fire is big enough for a multitude of people to occupy and take in the heat from enjoying the waves of the sea. Around the bonfire rests round, different patterned, worn stitched cushions and blankets around the proximity of the bonfire so people can sit around the warmth. Canopies and tents also reside around the area for shade from the sun or for drunken bashers to take a nap in their hazy stupors. Some old wooden tables, barrels, and old rickety chairs have been dragged on the sandy shores for seating and plating, so people can enjoy a solid meal from the Ginger Snapped Bakery. Strings of paper lanterns also align along those tents and around the area for more light for those who stray away from the large fire. Some loose twigs have been left behind if someone wanted to roast something on a stick while they are lounging around the tall orange and blue flames.
Attractions
(All attractions are being tended by NPC's. Feel free to interact with them at will.)
(The area is someone secretly being guarded and watched.)
(Souvenir items are meant for those who attend IC. Please wait until closing time to collect items otherwise.)
for the Littles
A separate area has been roped off for the littlest members of the community to enjoy. This area includes face painting, pony rides, a station for building sandcastles and a few bean bag toss games. There is an assortment of non-alcoholic drinks and snacks available. Four attendants have been hired to watch little ones that come and go so parents can enjoy other festivities without worrying about the little ones if they so choose. There are elaborately decorated piñatas that have been strung up for the little ones to enjoy as well.
Ship Tours
Two great ships have been anchored off the beach. One has been outfitted in all the pomp and circumstance of Rynvale's royal navy, with soldiers manning the decks. The other has hoisted the colors of a pirate vessel and her deckhands have been outfitted in the same theatrical fashion. Rowboats from each are taking people from the beach to the ships for tours, where you can get an in-depth look and learn a bit about Rynvale's trade vessels. One the naval-themed ship, you might find a chance to challenge an officer at arm wrestling or get roped into a game of cards. On the pirate ship, you're more likely to find yourself gambling in a game of dice or trying your luck at a round of Five Finger Fillet.
Slacklining
A specialized rope has been strung between the masts of the two ships just off shore, high above the ocean waves. Two adventurous performers have been hired to put on a great show for the afternoon! High above the water, they will be performing dangerous aerial stunts and acrobatics, a veritable ballet through the sky. It is sure to be a feast for the eyes, so be sure not to miss it.
Sandcastle Contest
Be sure to peruse the sandcastles on display! Large and small, elaborate and simple, they have been kept well hidden until the day of the event and now they are on display for all to see! All entrants will receive a thank you gift for their hard work and participation.
Bear Knuckle brawls
Not far from the bonfire is four sturdy poles, the sand partly dug out and used to anchor a tarp to the ring. Winner has the right to sign up for an official match for free, will have their name on the wall, and receive a cash prize.
Late Night Treasure Hunt
For those who manage to the after hours, a chest is buried somewhere on the private beach, and maps include 7 different areas it could be, perhaps not exact. Don't stray off the map or risk the Captain's wrath and grumbling about extra holes to refill.
Food & Drinks
Slushies
Carefully calculated at the farthest point from the ocean side while still being a part of the bash is a booth with a sign advertising "Chilly Refreshments and Snacks" in big bold lettering. A sign on the counter lists the assortment of items available: snow cones, ice cream, slushies with or without real fruit, and rechill of drinks. Another list is present next to first listing a selection of add-ons that can be paired with the ice cream or the slushed drinks: real fruit of strawberries, bananas, and cherries, chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and vodka (adults only). If one were to wonder how the event planners were able to provide such treats, a look at the individual serving at the booth, Emilia, all questions would be answered. Not only are her treats on the chilled side but her booth along with a radius around it sports a more fallish temperature for a reprieve from the summer heat.
Kebabs & BBQ
Positioned in roughly the opposite direction of the booth serving frostier treats but near the bonfire for easier access to seating is a grill pit dug into the sand and lined with stones that support a large metal grate over top of the coals. Every meat imaginable along with fresh fish caught off the coast is available, stored on ice in boxes near the grill for visitors to skewer and cook for themselves or with the help of Loravelle and a pair of similar looking women (a few of her sisters, if one were to guess), who are manning most of the cooking done here. Vegetables are available too, piled high in small crates to keep them out of the sand. An upturned crate near the grill is covered with clear bottles of different sauces, most of which have a little skull and crossbones tag tied around the bottle's neck with twine to indicate which are spicier than others. Unfortunately these labels have probably been swapped a few times by a small boy attending the event since his mother couldn't find a sitter in time, so proceed with caution.
Other Snacks And Desserts
The Ginger Snapped Bakery has been brought in for catering! Baked and refrigerated goods of all sorts have been put on display for everyone to choose from, ranging from things like a variety of cupcakes, both savory and sweet hand pies, and mini tarts to cake pops, sweet breads, cookies, fudge, and different types of chocolate truffles--basically anything you can think of! There also seems to be a LOT of peanut butter cookies and other peanut butter-themed treats, as if someone ordered these extremely specifically and nothing else. To keep things fresh and properly stocked so food can basically take care of itself, the tables that the treats are laid out on are enchanted to have a bubble of cold around it to keep things from melting in the hot Rynvalian sun, as well as to restock things from the crates with the rest of the goods.
Rynvale Staples
A special port rum has been created for the event by a top master distillery. And of course... peanut butter cookies.
Fresh Passionfruit and flowers off the vine next to the entrance near the bar. A strange growing arch and clusters of these beautiful fruiting flowers has someone been planted successfully in the sand?
Rynvale Bash Sparklers will be passed out again this year.
Security
Several unnamed rogues and Rynvalians are either hidden or stand near the road keeping watch.
The Beachside Villa
On the back deck of the beachside villa nearby, some vaguely neat piles of pillows have been arranged. There are also blankets and a few tents in a variety of sizes and colors. The items are available to use for anyone wanting to try and outstay their welcome. Please return the items to the deck when you're finished with them! The beach house is open to those wishing to use the facilities but is not open for anyone wanting to nap or sleep inside. More than a few people at the nearby party will likely be keeping eyes on the property, just in case.
Live Log of RP
(OOC Note: This is an extremely long log and will be broken up into parts when finished.)
Start-
Quintessa, in preparation for the event, has set up a sort of public address system, placing large wooden boxes with runic letters carved in spiraling circles on one of the sides around the area. Strategically located on all sides of the event, they lightly hum with magic, mystically connected to a small rod that Quintessa holds in her hands, the runes matching the ones on the boxes. Some even hang on large trees of passionfruit that arch in pseudo doorways leading to the party, their luscious fruit almost begging to be plucked from it as guests pass underneath. “Testing. Testing.” Dressed in a simple black sundress and her hair tied in a bun, she speaks into her rod, her voice carried to the runic boxes located around the beach and projected loudly enough for everyone to hear her. “Perfect.” Quintessa looks behind her and signals to her small band of fae, each equipped with a musical instrument. There is a fawn with a lute, a redcap playing the bongos, and a selkie with a pan flute, each softly beginning to play background music as Quintessa addresses those gathered here today. “Hello everyone,” She begins, her voice sultry and inviting, ”Welcome to the Second Annual Rynvale Beach Bash. I’m Quintessa Blackwell and I have the honor of entertaining you all tonight. Please, make yourselves at home, settle in, and in a few moments the famous Rynvalian Barbeque will be open and ready to serve you. While you wait you might notice some sparklers being handed out- Please take one! Also don’t forget to sign up for the raffle that will be drawn at the end of the night and take a look at our lovely sandcastles that were entered into the contest. We’ll be announcing the winners for that shortly. There will be other attractions too, a ship tour, a treasure hunt, and even slackliners, but for now, please bring your attention to the bonfire so we can officially get this party started…” Quintessa pauses for a moment, motioning for the band to quiet down as a decorative torch is brought from offstage. “This symbolizes the fire from the last Rynvale Beach Bash,” She says as she takes it, nearing the large pile of wood ready to burn. “And as I light the bonfire with its flames…” She tosses the torch into the center of the pile, the dry wood quickly engulfing in flames that reach high into the sky. “The 2nd Annual Rynvale Beach Bash has begun!”
Daisy is oocly lurking, but... All of the best parties have someone there, welcoming you to the festivities and this one is no different! Just there off to the side is a pair of barrels with spigots on the end and a tiki torch behind them. On top of said barrels stands a blonde little kitten dressed for the occasion: grass skirt, crop top tank, and a ring of pink flowers in her hair. She beckons you closer with a wave of a paw. Go on, do as she says. You know you want to. As soon as you do, she hands over a cup that says "welcome drink" on the side. "This one will get you drunk, this one won't," she grins, tapping each barrel in turn with her foot. A sparkler is lit using the tiki torch and handed over as well. The crackling light leaves a trail of glitter as it is waived around. "Have fun!"
Leralynn has set herself up with an oversized blanket on the beach nearby anyone else who might be selling something or another at this shindig. Laid out on her blanket are bundles of meticulously counted thin stalked, white mushrooms that she has marked for sale. The small folding sign she has set out explains that eating these will make you near imperceptible to undead for up to an entire day. To tend the shop and also to be used as a test dummy for free samples, an animated human skeleton sits cross legged next to the blanket in the sand, a beachy pair of light purple short shorts cinched around his pelvic bone. His eyeless sockets track steadily any who approach within a ten foot radius. The Orange Witch herself wears a long floral patterned light blue skirt that stops at her ankles. Her chest is wrapped in off white bandages that wouldn’t be out of place on a mummy, with red markings swirling and criss-crossing on them, possibly runic in nature, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for this young half-elf. She smiles to herself and lays in wait, the market for undead warding is still a hot one with the unrest in Vailkrin and the aftermath of Caluss’ fall…
Loravelle is in the company of the twin maned wolves, which was intentional but likely would have become inevitable given her proximity to the grills alongside a few of her sisters that decided to help out serving food again. She'll be sneaking the twins treats all evening. Instead of repeating her plain green swimsuit from last year, Lora went for the opposing color, in an equally plain, red swimsuit this time around. A matching short-sleeved wrap-dress covers her when she isn't splashing around in the water. She should be helping her sisters with cooking food, but she hasn't started just yet. She has a cracked open coconut clutched in her hands and is drinking down some coconut water first before setting to work with grilling.
Lita has been running around making sure booths are set up and stocked, and all attendants have what they need for the attractions. She might have had a few drinks already in the process. But there's a sigh of relief to be had once the bonfire was lit. The party is official now, no one can judge her for snagging one more- another- raspberry slushy from Emilia's stand. It is not the kid-friendly kind. She's shed her usual little black sundress for a black bikini top and a pair of shorts that are probably actually Mahri's. Raven curls have been tied into a loose braid over her right shoulder and she offers Daisy a wink as the kitten welcomes guests to the beach following Tessa's announcement. She'll make her way over to the sandcastles eventually, to play the part of good/sober judge and island Commander. But right now, there's a slushy to finish and the scene to take in.
Joan honestly just came for the slushies and any other tasty treats this years bash would have available, the vampiric healer wore that familiar floppy sun hat upon her head but wore a more beach theme outfit. A thin purple tank top paired with black shorts, thick black sandals graced her icy pale feet. The undead woman would offer a smile towards Daisy and take the non-alcoholic drink choice then move further into the beach bash looking about in a curious manner.
Leo was running (literally) a bit behind on finalizing details and going over things to keep an eye out for to his half concealed security. No armor worn, really, but weapons on hand, the hunting knife alone was sheathed into the woven leather belt holding his dark blue swim trunks securely. The usual white 'luck' tank marred with holes. Barefoot, and wearing a pirate captain's hat just in case he didn't look entirely ridiculous enough. On his way into the main area, he checked the anchored lines from the ships off shore and heard Quintessa's outfit. All of the pavilions and canopies had been hoisted up for shade, picnic blankets, tables, even some shady palm spots had already been claimed with a tent. The boxing ring, too, and a huge pile of wood had been the reason Leo had returned home so sawdusty and sandy a few days before. Moving toward Mahri and Lora's station (each station also equipped with an npc in the mix, he greeted each woman with a slightly different kiss, Lora’s lingering a second more. “You ladies gettin’ ready to feed the crowd?”
Mathollak has decorated the table upon which his sandcastle stands proudly as if it were a shrine to festivity. Wicker baskets of possibly-pilfered fruits (for freshness, since there was an orchard only a little ways west), litter the surface of it. Behind it is a massive amphora, half buried. A great clay vase of secret sangria insulated from the heat of the sun by its heavy stone walls. The fruits of the land are all on display, on his table, in his hand, and even in the reddish bubbles that hang from their vine around his neck. He’s wearing hardly more than a once-white tunic, dyed blotchy violet by splashed revelry and cinched at the waste with a shiny gold belt. The lack of care, the way it fell off his shoulder a long time ago and he didn’t address it, could almost be called couture. He’s got some shorts on, but they hardly reach the middle of his thigh. As soon as the party is officially pronounced to begin, he shoves his hand into the big drinking gourd and sloshes free a cup of chilly fruit and drink. “Wooo!” The amount that didn’t soak the sand is drunk.
Mahri 's late and grumbling about it under her breath. For this party, she has a red two-piece suit on, olive skin warmed in the sun that's starting to sink beyond the horizon and shimmers off the blue undertones of her black hair, currently tamed back into a low ponytail. Passing Daisy, she pauses a second and takes whatever drink the kitten is offering and drinks all in one go. The cup is handed back with a muttered ‘thanks’ before continuing past. Sand clings to the bottoms of her feet and again, she envied Lita that anklet she had on. No, nope. She’s not going to think about Lita right now. The she-wolf is going to enjoy this bonfire and sell raffle tickets – which she has a roll of clutched in her hand. Silver-grey eyes dart through the partygoers, doing double duty as security and looking for anyone who might appear to be ready to cause trouble. A twitch of a smile tugs the corners of her mouth when she spies Orange there on her blanket the ever-present skeleton with her. Moving on, Mahri’s looking for Leo and will bee-line his direction once she finds him.
Fiadh arrives in a white bikini top and loose, wide-legged clay-colored trousers. Freckles speckle every inch of her dusky skin, numerous as the stars in the sky. Her feet are bared, and a single slender gold band encircles her middle toe. Her hair is a tawny cascade of sable curls, spilling from a bun perched high on her head. She accepts the welcome drink from the amiable blonde feline with a smile and a grateful nod, selecting the one that would envelop her mind in a fuzz and set her blood aquiver. The beach is already teeming with bodies and noise, yet she can discern the woman on the stage distinctly through the magical boxes strewn about. There were so many strange faces around and new people to meet that she was overwhelmed with options and excitement. The savory scents of the barbeque were enticing and the slushy drink stand seemed promising as well. Enough that she hid behind her current drink in hopes of finishing it to replace it with another soon.
Loravelle has to resist pulling the pirate captain's hat from Leo's hair once he's reached her and Mahri, only so she can reprise her role as captain of the coconuts like last year. Instead she returns his kiss with a smile. “I think we're much more organized this time...” Not that she and her sisters couldn't handle it last year. They took more effort to plan this time around. She sniffs at the air as meat is thrown into the grill by one of her sisters. “I accept coconuts as payment for dinner,” she teases afterward, pecking Leo's cheek.
Quintessa motions for her band to play something light and simple, just background music, before she moves over to analyze the sandcastles that have been built. She pauses over her own, giving a small nod to her bewitched crabs who stop and salute as she gazes upon them. “Soon,” she promises them before they return to their endless patrol and she moves on to Mathollak. “Hey Matty,” She says, hip-checking him as he finishes his drink. “Nice sandcastle you got. Very shapely.”
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "Hey you!" He plucks a grape off his neck-vine and throws it by her feet. "You with the tawny cascade of sable curls. You see where everyone's getting those sparklers from? Can you get me one?"
Mahri gives Leo a hug in return, giving the pirate a peck on his cheek before nodding her understanding. Smiling widely at Lora, Mahri might give her a hug if the woman would accept one. "Smells good, Mouse."
Mathollak leans on his table and turns his neck in an imperiously catlike way, satirically. "Ahh so you're one who appreciates true beauty aren't you," he says. "Any guesses as to who's it might be?"
Joel strides across the sand into the clearing of the Rynvale festivities. Although a visitor of the island due to work arrangements for the mining company he worked for, the mountaineer decided that maybe camping would be the best idea of lodging rather than paying for a room at the Broken Barrel. A large knapsack sits on his back with various supplies: a pickaxe, an axe, a sleeping bag, a canteen, and of course, much more inside the bag for traveling purposes. Rather than his thicker garb he wore up in the mountain range of Xalious, he is dressed in light linen to beat the Rynvalian heat. A black, slightly faded, linen shirt, and beige linen pants rolled at the ankles where a chlorastrolite stone charm anklet rests on his left ankle to match some of the stones on the seafloor. He also wears a cheesy puka shell necklace for the occasion. It was not often he lingered by sea. His clothes appeared overly washed and worn. Upon approaching, a sparkler is handed his direction and he takes it without hesitation as the hubbub throughout Rynvale was hyped with news of the bash. Joelenik makes his way to a flat area and he gets on his knees to brush a calloused hand through the sand to create an extra cool, smooth surface. He reaches for the buckles of the bag where the rolled sleeping bag was before he rolls it out. This is where he would pitch up for the evening. Close to sea shores where he can be closer to crashing waves for white noise while he sleeps tonight. For now, after all this travel, a drink sounds nice. One that would get this man drunk. He easily takes a cup from the blonde feline and is off to people watch.
Loravelle latches onto Mahri right away for a tight hug. “Thank you!” She's overly bubbly already and hasn't even had an alcoholic coconut drink yet. It's probably because she knows she'll grab one soon. “It's so good to see you.”
Leralynn loses a sale while she’s too distracted scanning the booths and tents, planning an optimal route through them all to fetch herself a wealth of snacks to see her through the day tending her blanket bound fungal emporium. Her eyes wander over to Lita and a thought crosses her mind that she hasn’t considered until just now; what would happen if a vampire or other undead creature ate a bunch of these shrooms? An out of body experience, perhaps…
Leo said, "Oh, I got us somethin’ fer that.” Leo nearly grinned as he stood up on bare feet, more ink than ever exposed on his calves and waistline, bleeding through the thin material of his ‘wifebeater’ to show cover front and back, shoulders to knuckles. Moving next door to the bar station where the slushies were made and restocked to retrieve, he ducked back behind it to pull out a bottle of that specially made liquor to hand to the two. He looked up with his smirk, his gaze paused upon Fiahd for some reason or another, but he spoke to Mahri and Lora. “Sooner ya start, sooner we get this party started."
Arlyeon scratches at the side of her head, the Bandana doing a more than adequate job of preventing her from doing more than lightly re-arranging the grains of sand that had found their way in her hair. Mumbling a few profanities, she begins to mosey towards the scent of food- which in this case means she's just sort of zigzagging between the slushy stand, and the barbeque stand. She'll leave it to chance, for whichever one she winds up swaying in front of.
Loravelle figures she can let some of the kebabs she has on the grill sit for a moment or two before turning them to take a drink from the bottle of rum Leo hands to her. “Thank you,” she murmurs. Unlike last year, she actually practices some level of restraint and doesn't drink a bunch of the rum at once. She's actually going to cook more this year and not be a giggly, silly drunk. But she'll keep the bottle by her side by the grill for sips. Her sister happily accepts a drink too, though she makes a point of keeping it as far away from San Bao as she can until he's occupied with a slushie from Leo. He'll most likely wander off to join the twins under their claimed tree, which means a break from menacing behavior for a bit. Lora catches Fiadh's wave and wide smile, and still unaware that the woman and Leo aren't familiar, she's quick to wave her over. “Are you hungry?” Lora calls over. “We have plenty!”
Fiadh said to Mathollak, "You could be anyone.” She points out happily, taking a drink of her welcome drink and nearing the bottom of it. Her head was already spinning just from the activity and she didn’t really need the drink to help. That part was just for fun. “You can call me Fiadh, what do I call you?"
Mathollak spies Lita spying his fruit-soup. "Do you wanna try? It's organic." As if he was selling it, which he wasn't. It's free. "You know," he says, appraising the sandy buns. "I had the same thought myself. But then I wasn't sure if the person who they belong to would even wear shorts, so..." He eyes her dubiously, as if she was trying to get him to reveal a secret.
Lita is about to pester Tessa about her opinion on the sandcastle entries. She had an idea of which were her favorites but they were all great, honestly, and it was difficult to choose. But her intentions are interrupted by Joel's 'hey stranger' greeting and she offers him a smile instead. "Could say the same." She sips at her slushy. "My opinion is definitely biased, but I prefer the island scene. We get you a drink and you might look like a local yourself."
Leralynn reaches over and plucks up a single thin mushroom from a scattered pile she had set aside for the exact purpose of giving out samples. She walks it over to Joan and drops it into the vampire’s hand. “This is one sixth of a dose… The effect should be milder and only last a few…” The Orange Witch squints slightly and revises the statement halfway through, “It should only last a little while… Enjoy.” Immediately after that, her eyes dart back and forth between the sample and Joan’s mouth expectantly…
Lita said to Mathollak, "Yes please!" She'll finish the last of her slushy and hand over the empty cup for Math to fill. Then, glancing to Joel over her shoulder, "You want to try some or start with something milder?"
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "My friends call me Mattie. Most people call me Mathollak, though. Or Math." He makes a slight grimace as he mentions the last option, but if he was gonna test her, he needed to give her all the options to be wrong about. "Nice to meet you Fiadh. You don't seem like..." He thinks again. "You seem like someone who travels a lot. Right?"
Joan offered a kind polite smile as she closed her hand around the mushroom, this she would spirit away into a handy dandy small belt pouch. “Thank you, I will partake at another time. Right now I’m just here for the food and slushies!” That said she’d wander over to Emilia’s slushy shack and ask for one.
Mathollak somehow gave Lita the wrong idea, he realizes, taking her cup. He dunks it into the giant clay cooler, pulls it up, and slurps it down. "Oh! Did you mean for you? I'm sorry! Of course," he dunks it again and hands it to her. "Feel free to help yourself, I'm not guarding it or anything." He even stands away from it.
Joel shrugs. She was right. An odd place for a mountaineer to be. He then looks down at his outfit. “What? The puka shell necklace doesn’t do the job?” His tone is laced with sarcasm. He finishes off the cup he has. “That just means I need another drink then.” Copper-tinged eyes look at the sandcastles and then back to her. He looks at her cup. “I’ll have what you’re having. You do remember I’m a bartender, right? Or did I over serve you?” He is playing of course. This half elf is definitely down to drink, let loose, and meet new people..
Mahri wanders through the crowd, offering a raffle ticket for the raffle later this evening.
You went about, lighting any island-style torches that were unlit, those and the bonfire bringing light in wake of a sun crawling down toward the ocean. In the meantime, he spotted Orange from the corner of his eye and heard Mathollak’s fussing. Before his nameless assistant could comply to fix it up, Leo shook his head, twisted some lime over ice, and decided to keep the peace between them, for everyone else’s sake, moving back over to deliver some of the coconut rum with lime and Emilia’s ice before the blood knight. “Don’ make a bloody scene t’night.” Was the message that came with it, and he took a seat at the man’s table to look around again, probably starting to smell grilled meat and vegetables or something delicious in the air. It would be a surprise to him, too. Glancing over at the proper rump on his table, he made a face, took the little umbrella from a piece of pineapple garnishing the rest and stuck it right in the center crevice of his two hilled structure.
Meri is probably more than fashionably late at this point, but joins the crowd of people on the beach. It seems Meri is without the kid or the husband today, but that is not a detail that she is upset about. It just means that she gets to do exactly what she wants to do tonight. And what does she want to do? First, grab a beer. Second, check out the sandcastles.
Valrae isn't here. But a large group of Cenrili witches in bright bathing suits, flower crowns and beaded wraps are! They're having a blast drinking and eating and splashing in the water. They have glass jugs of what they're playfully calling moon water but it's actually just shine brewed on Selen Island.
Quintessa quietly makes her way over to Leralynn and lowers herself onto a corner of ther beach towel, giving a nod to the Orange Witch and Joan both. “Yo,” she says before her mismatched eyes flicker to focus on the half-elf. “Whatcha handing out over here, huh? You wanna share?”
Mathollak said to Mahri, "Hello we would all like some raffle tickets. Also what are the raffle tickets for?" He considers Fiadh for a moment and then adds. "And what's a raffle ticket."
Lita makes a shocked face at Math as he downs the drink he just filled her cup with. What the- how rude! She snatches the cup back from him, sloshing a bit of the fruity drink over the rim. When he turns away again, she pours a bit of the liquid over the right butt cheek of his precious sandcastle, giving it a nice portwine stain. Probably no one saw that, right? Ahem. She takes Joel's cup with a conspiratorial grin and fills it as well, before stepping to nudge him a bit away from the sandcastle. Best to casually leave the scene of the crime probably. "I didn't forget." She assures him. "I just assumed you'd have to be sober for that, but then, I've seen you dance, so."
Leralynn snaps her fingers after Joan walks away, “The heck…” she mutters under her breath, choosing not to shout after the fellow necromancer to request a written report on the effects when she does eventually partake. “It's fine.” She says to herself more than anyone else before leaving her blanket of mushrooms to stomp over to Loravelle and the grill. She speaks loudly and slowly to the quiet woman, an unfortunate effect of seeing her father address Lora this way so many times in the past because he thinks she’s deaf and dumb, “I want to buy some meat.” It takes all of her strength to stop herself from pantomiming the entire phrase as she says it.
Leralynn said to Quintessa, "Gwah~! Come with me. I want meat."
Loravelle looks a the steadily growing mountain of cooked food on plates near the grill, and thinks it's time to use her outside voice to get everyone's attention. Thank the rum for this. She's drank enough to loosen up. "Food is ready!!!!"
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "Have you met Leo? He's this guy over here, and you may notice: He's the only one at the entire party wearing a frown. It's not his fault though, you see. He has a bad disease... It's called..." Mathollak realizes he didn't have anything clever to say. "Marriage..."
Mahri side-eyes Joel and Lita chatting, brows furrowing before making her way towards Mathollak.
Mahri said to Mathollak, "A drawing for a prize. The tickets are two-thousand gold each and you can get up to five. How many y'want?""
Fiadh seems to very seriously consider all the options placed in front of her but doesn’t answer him right away. She needed to think about it. She needed to question if SHE should have several versions of her own name. Maybe she wanted that too. “I would like to be called Fee now.” She says abruptly, flashing her teeth at him in a grin just a little too wide that dimpled her freckled cheeks. The slightly over zealous smile crumpled into what could be panic, if her wide and round eyes didn’t always seem a little that way always, when he started to say she didn’t seem like something. “What!” Her voice was too loud asking. “Oh… I do. I like to see things I haven’t seen, Mat.” She plops this unoffered version of his name onto his head as if she were styling him in a new hat but her nose wrinkles. “Mattie. Have you seen many places?” That was a normal question.
Loravelle abruptly lowers her voice when Leralynn approaches, and double takes. "I-its...free..." Was the Orange Witch's father nearby? She almost cranes her neck to look, but returns her attention to the young lady and the meat on the grill. It's free right? Did she miss something about it not being free? Whatever the case may be, she sneaks Orange a kebab. "I didn't bring muffins..."
Mathollak looks over at Leo with a triumphant grin and a tiny teeter. But he steadies himself.
Leralynn snatches up a bundle of the mushrooms while she hopefully walks with Quintessa. She hands them to her changeling bestie and waves her hand in a dismissive manner, as if to say what she’s describing is no big deal, “Have you seen me use these on my cloak yet? I can’t remember. I grew them using a ritual for a ward against undead. You eat them and you can’t be seen or smelled by lesser undead. Even vampires only see like a blurry blob when they look at you… At least that’s what Blue said.”
Fiadh said to Mathollak, "Marriage.” She repeats the word as if he were quizzing her as her spotlight eyes move to Leo. “A formal agreement of monogamy between two people made official by an appointed priestess or other recognized governmental official.” She turns back to tilt her head. “That is not an illness.” The way she tells him this seems sympathetically correcting. “It is a contract."
Joel narrows his brows in curiosity at Lita’s crime scene, but he was no snitch. Instead, he watches the cup being taken from his hand. The miner turns and takes the cup back before drinking some of that sangria. “Fruity.” His tongue clicks the roof of his mouth. “Yeah, well, that dance cost me my tips. Won’t see me on the floor for a while. Normally I try not to get caught when I ignore my work regulations.” He lifts his cup. “Either way, here’s to a good time tonight. I’m gonna go get a kabob. I’m sure I’ll see you later. I’m pitched up over there.” He points at the single sleeping bag. “Needed a free reason to crash before heading back to Xalious.” He grinned.
Loravelle heard the word 'raffle' somewhere, and while she doesn't want to step away from the grill, she keeps an eye out for Mahri. She wants to do all the things while she's still somewhat sober.
Quintessa takes one of the mushrooms from Leralynn cautiously and twirls it in her fingertips. “That sounds familiar…” Quintessa honestly can’t remember if she saw it herself or not. I’ll have to run some tests on it- this could prove useful for my endeavors… Speaking of which, we should catch up after the party. I’ve got lots to talk to you about.”
Leralynn blinks as she’s handed a kebab and bites a piece of the meat off of the stick, “Thanks.” It’s free… “The young necromancer thinks for a second then nods to herself, “Oh… then I want two.” She says this hesitantly with her mouth half full, wondering how far she can push this ‘free kebab’ policy before she’s cut off and not invited back next year…
Meri said to Fiadh, "That is a very mature response. I would probably have told him that the only disease around here is his FACE. I won't tell him that. Just you. He won't hear me at all, I am sure."
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Fiadh turns to Meri. “His face is diseased?” She asks in earnest, moving away from Math just a step or two. She lowers her voice to whisper for Meri, not as sure he won’t overhear. “Does he not know or is it a secret that others know because it cannot be fixed?” She looks at him again from the side of her eyes. It seemed comely enough. Handsome even. It must be a hidden sickness.
Lita waves to Joel as he heads off to find food and mingle. She should probably do the same- the mingling part, at least. She spots Meri and makes a beeline to all but tackle the blonde in a hug.
Arlyeon 's feet finally settle on a course, dragging herself over to the kebab stand- the siren call of meat, and the faint hope that it might quell the roiling of rum guts. She wobbles over, her hands latching onto the nearest surface space to acquire some degree of steadiness, before she extends a hand out grabbily, "Whatcha' got. I ain't bein' - " Her vision focuses a bit, and she tilts her head from Leralynn and back to Loravelle, "I want what she's getting. But, like, add anotha'." There's a pause there, before she wriggles her fingers in what is -maybe- meant as a greeting, "Please?"
Meri 's red lips curl up into a sly grin as Faidh seems to be one of those very gullible sorts....or maybe a great actress who is playing along with the ruse, "Oh, no. It can't be fixed and he doesn't know...not because it is a secret but because he is a bit..." Meri was just about to say something not so nice probably, just for her own amusement, but Lita greets her with a tackle-hug. It shuts Meri right up and almost causes her to lose her balance and her beer, "Oooooi, careful. Let's not abuse the alcohol, eh?"
Leralynn nods to Quintessa, “Aye… I can bring you some fresh batches sometime... I really want to get one of these vampires to eat one... Just for fun...” She narrows her gaze ever so slightly, having gotten that distracting thought out of her mouth, she decides to try prying just a little bit, “You’re in… Sage now? Is that right?”
Mathollak is suddenly overjoyed. “Fee!” It was like she was playing his game with him, but still he has to be cool, and he calms down. “Fee is nice. Mat is too…flat. There’s no fun in a name like Mat,” he says as he politely declines the hat. “Have you ever seen…an ocean? Is that why you came? I’ve seen a lot of places. I think. Mostly cities…towns…some people too.” Then when she goes on to explain what marriage is. What it REALLY is. He can barely contain himself. “Oh wow. A contract that makes it so much worse. But you’re right and this is why Leo is so sad.”
Meri said, "Fiadh* geez. I will master this name. I don't know why my brain keeps wanting to flip the letters."
Loravelle wonders if Orange meant two more or just an additional kebab to go with the one already given to her. She decides two more is the better option, and happily hands two more kebabs over. “One of them is spicy,” she warns. “But it's good. Promise.” To Ina, once she's made her way over, counts out...four? Four kebabs to give to the strange shapeshifting woman.
Joan took her time to eat/drink her slushy, offering a polite thank you to the woman before offering a polite tip of her head towards Mahri. Joan didn’t bring enough gold to buy a ticket so she’d move off, looking over the sandcastles, once they where all looked over she move towards Quintessa and Leralynn, taking a offered bit of grilled meat on a plate.
Mahri pulls off five tickets and hands them over to Mathollak with a nod, "Here you go"
Mahri passes Meri, waiting for Lita get her greeting out of the way before offering a smile, "Hey there. Wanna enter the drawing for later?"
You returned his blue eyes toward Fiadh as Mathollak spoke to her, his eyes solemn and slightly squinted though shaded by his hat, which he tilted back as he lounged in that chair and waited for food. He was starving. Fortunately seal wasn't his favorite. A crack in his neck came before a raise of his bearded jaw to the woman who felt... familiar.
Meri said to Mahri, "Hm, what am I entering to win? I missed that bit."
Leralynn puffs out her cheeks. If she and Arlyeon stand by the grill long enough, they could get into a kind of 'infinity plus one' situation, because why should this trickster get more kebabs than Orange? Then Loravelle gives her two more kebabs! This is more kebabs than the witch has hands. Rynvale is heaven on Hollow, truly.
Leralynn puffs out her cheeks. If she and Arlyeon stand by the grill long enough, they could get into a kind of 'infinity plus one' situation, because why should this trickster get more kebabs than Orange? Then Loravelle gives her two more kebabs! This is more kebabs than the witch has hands. Rynvale is heaven on Hollow, truly.
Joel makes his way to the grill station. "Is this where I can get some kebabs?" He is not sure who he is going to be greeted by, but all he knew was that it smelled good.
Fiadh ’s face crumples in concern for Mathollak. “Oh no,” But before Meri can finish telling her what was wrong with her newest friend, another woman appears. The hug was one she knew to be of familiarity and affection, even if it seemed more violent than she was used to. She offers the other woman a large smile, as she practiced, but before she could greet her Mattie was speaking again. Her eyes take a dreamy, faraway look. They were like moons of seafoam announcing her longing. “I love the sea.” She corrects him gently. “I came to meet people. Why have you arrived?” He seemed familiar to a lot of the new faces around her. “These are your friends.” Fee is guessing. “I am sympathetic that your friend is filled with sorrow.” She reaches out to woodenly pat his shoulder. This was comforting! The man he spoke of seemed to be gesturing in a welcoming way, so she mirrored it with the raise of her own chin. The movement was awkward on her.
Mathollak gives one of his 5 tickets to Fiadh, who was obviously too poor to buy even one. Crazy people are not usually rich, unfortunately, unless it was being rich that made them crazy. "Don't listen to them, they're all against me. They even...turned their kids..." he suddenly remembers San Bao, and briefly enters a hypervigilant state. But it passes. "My face doesn't have a disease." Although it was beginning to blossom red, especially at the cheeks. It probably wasn't just because of the sun.
Loravelle didn't realize the kebabs were going to be such a hit, but she's very glad that her sisters and herself had the thought to at least get several skewered ahead of time. Cooking them all was what was taking the bulk of their time now. Lora wipes at her forehead with her arm and nods at Joel. “Y-yes! How many?” Her sisters could take over handing them out while she took over grilling.
Mahri said to Meri, "It's a surprise."
Lita makes a disapproving face at Meri, but fine, she'll play nice. "Four place." That wasn't right. "Please." She corrects, to Mahri. "Four please." Holding up four fingers for raffle tickets.
Mathollak suddenly realizes it's gone too far when Fiadh pats Leo's shoulder. "Hold on," he says, leveling with her. "You know we're just kidding right? He's not -really- sad about being married. At least I don't think. I was just...making a joke. You know?" He sighs, this woman needs protection, or a friend. "Alright well. If you want to meet people I can help."
Arlyeon takes this moment to practice the deftness expected of a crow boss - by trapping each of the kebabs in the space between each finger of her left hand. Which is useful, because it means she has a free to extend out to Loravelle for more. More, because that first batch is already proceeding to disappear, given her mouth briefly shifts to a state uncomfortably close to a fanged pez dispenser. A bit of vigorous chewing ensues, before 4 mostly intact skewers are plucked from her mouth. "Ch'yeah, thanks." It's only after this display that she actually properly registers the orange witch, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Joel holds up two fingers. "I'll take two." He watches the woman behind the grill who is working up a sweat in the heat. Instantly he reaches for coins in his pocket and slides them on a nearby surface as a way of a tip.
Fiadh accepts the tickets but it was clear she didn’t know what to do with them. “I do not have a gift to return.” She says sadly. “I should not accept.” She didn’t move to give them back though. She wanted them after all… Then she narrows her eyes. “You don’t know.” His cheeks were red… “Your friends still allow you here so it must not be deadly.” Fee hoped this was a comfort. Something else seemed to occur to her as well, so she adds, “It hasn’t altered any of your pleasing features. No reason to be concerned, I think.” His correcting her about Leo’s emotional condition confused her. She seemed embarrassed to have not gotten the nuance of the joke, something to write about in her notes later. It passed quickly and she laughed. It was a strange laugh, reminiscent of a seal barking but she didn’t know enough to be self conscious about it yet.
Meri a lot was going on at the moment, enough that Meri might have actually forgotten all about the line of conversation about Mathollak’s face being diseased. Fee and Meri were almost on too new subjects, but there Math is having to remind Meri. Cue another mischievous smirk, “If your face is not diseased then why is it turning so red? Hmm?” The blonde was banking on Fee believing this like she seemed to everything else, “I am here to socialize with people. People like you. My name is Meri, and this here is Lita.” Speaking of Lita, Meri eyes her fellow artist friend curiously, “How’s your night going, dove?”
Meri said to Mahri, "Oh. Well! Magikrios is rich so I will happily lose his gold....Just don't tell him I said that. Five please."
Leoxander smirked slightly as he stood from Mathollak's chair to offer it to Fiahd if she liked, a smirk registered for each of them. Heading back over to the food and wine stations, he would be there for the meantime to instruct Natali on the Lime with the Coconut blend, and the first person he'd have one made properly for was Lora. He shouted out to the crowd, "Holler 'r come get yerself a plate an' drink. It's gonna be a long night, troops." And finally, he began relaxing enough to make himself a drink, too, leaning down to Loravelle or Mahri for a bite of something. Maybe just skimming for himself if both ladies had abandoned station.
Mahri 's eyeing up Fiadh. She smelled...different. She's puzzling over that when Lita and Joel both put in their requests. Quickly the tickets are counted and divided between the two. "There you go. Good luck."
Quintessa said to Mahri, "I would like five as well."
Mahri nods, counting five more and handing them to Meri. "G'd luck. Punch Mag in the nose for me when you see him later."
Joel said to Mahri, "Thanks!"
Leo mighta pinched Meri's outside thigh in passing, for fun.
Loravelle 's sister pockets Joel's tip and hands over a pair of kebabs. “Enjoy!” Lora misses something about Leo being sad about getting married or something, but she takes a few moments to step away from the grill after one of her sisters taps in to get him a plate of food, along with her unfinished bottle of rum that she steals a drink from before handing it over to him as he approaches. “It's so much busier than last year.” Not a complaint, judging by the grin on her face. Just a little overwhelming, but that feeling ceases the instant he delivers her a coconut drink. Before she starts drinking it, she leans in to kiss his cheek. “You're my hero, love.”
Lita said to Meri, "Full glass, good view," she might have side-eyed Mahri there, despite whatever else was going on, "No complaints. Good to see you out an' about. Think we all needed to blow off some steam."
Meri said to Mahri, "I definitely won't, but I will at least tell him that you wanted me to and that you say hello. *grins*"
Mahri wipes the bottom of her right foot against the side of the opposit calf, knocking off some of the sand before handing Tessa her five. "Good luck. Behave."
Joan picked up 1 Gooey Peanut-Butter Cookie.
Mahri grins right back at Meri. "Had to try."
Meri mighta given Leo a squinty-eyed look in response to any pinching.
Meri said to Lita, "Ain't that the truth, especially these days."
Fiadh smiles again. “Well we are both doing a fine job! We met each other!” A good way to make friends is to share joy in accomplishments. She was doing very well. “I am happy to meet you, Lita.” She does look back at Mattie again… His face was red. Well, maybe he would accept his condition if they continued to support him. Fee pulls a small scrap of paper out of her trouser pocket and reads it quickly. There! Recite a relatable anecdote to further conversation. “My sister once ate a squid and her face was covered in red circles. She died shortly after but we still allowed her to sunbathe with us until then.”
Joan would fetch herself more of the snacks after she finished off her few bits of grilled meat, she didn’t do veggies never did but was glad for the plain grilled meat that was also offered. Yum! Anyways she make her way towards one of the snack booths and fill up on the goodies laid out.
Daisy fiiiiinally lights twin sparklers and hops off them barrels. "Fwee~!" There's music and food and everyone is doing all the things, but Daisy? Daisy is gonna frolic on through the mix of everyone, leaving that trail of glitter all over all the things. You're welcome.
Leralynn taps her chin with one finger while jealously eying Arlyeon, "Aye... you probably do..." Her mouth contorts and her lips purse for the brief moment they aren't involved in attacking another kebab, "I'm sure we caught you selling unlicensed Blue Demon merchandise a little while ago..." She extends an empty hand for a shake, "Leralynn Thorne..." but really she's hoping one of those full skewers gets handed over instead.
Meri inwardly, Meri finds Fiadh’s anecdote to be just a little strange. Just. A. Little. It made Meri wonder about the woman. Outwardly, Meri just smiles and nods in agreement in a cheerful manner, “We are definitely both doing a fine job. And yes, that story is basically exactly what we are doing to Mattie. We want him to feel included even if….” Meri shoots a not-so-subtle look to Mathollak’s red face.
As twilight descends over Rynvale Beach, a spectacular fireworks show begins. The night sky blooms with cascades of vibrant colors, culminating in a breathtaking explosion of gold, silver, and neon hues. 🎆🎆
Mathollak inwardly grumbled about his disease. "Yes, I don't know about it. That is true." Then he sharply turns to Meri, ready to get spicy. "It's just you know that little fireball up in the sky called the sun. I can see by your paleness that you aren't very familiar..." And then Fiadh's laugh. What a surprising thing. He tilts his head at her wondering if somehow she was making fun of him too? Because nobody laughs like that. He'll just have to let it go by unaddressed because he isn't competent or savvy enough to know how to act. "So you've met Leo, Lita, Meri..." He says pointing at each of them. Then he crouches low and points to Loravelle. "You see that woman over there in the red? That's who Leo signed a contract with. Actually," he says rather scandalously. "I heard they're in love. That's the real reason they got married." But he doesn't bring Fiadh to Lora, no. She has some kind of power he's not been able to discern. But he knew it was frightening. Possibly deadly. If his face really -does- have a disease, it was Lora that cursed him with it, he knew in his mind.
Joan looks upwards towards the sky as the fireworks are set off and boom into the air above everyone, snazzy.
Mahri pauses in her mingling when fireworks light up the sky, taking the opportunity to watch the display in the night sky.
Daisy spins in a circle with her sparklers while grinning up at the fireworks. She may have had a few welcome drinks. Just a few.
Loravelle turns her head skyward as the fireworks begin, and if she manages to scoot in close to Leo her arm wraps around his waist, leans her head against his inked arm. It's perfect. "You and Lita did great this year," she murmurs, then realizes she hasn't crossed paths with the vampire since the party started with a frown. She must be so busy.
Mathollak again finds himself unsure how to respond, this time to the morbid story of Fiadh's sister. "So did you...cry?"
Quintessa watches the fireworks explode in the sky, absentmindedly twirling her sparkler as she gapes at all the pretty colors above.
Mathollak suddenly jolts. "Oh! It's time." He falls backwards right into the sand, landing on his butt and hands. The blooming colors reflect in his widened dark eyes, staring in awe.
Fiadh nods as Mattie recaps the introductions, finding this very helpful. “She is very beautiful. He would be foolish to mourn such a contract.” Her tone is firm. “Love is the second most common reason for marriages.” Again, she speaks as if he were quizzing her and waiting for answers. “The first is money. The last is convenience.” It was very strange to her. “When I choose my mate it will be for the correct reasons. To make strong and attractive pups.” She seems dismayed as Meri agrees with her. “Oh, he’s perishing?!” But she can't dwell on it for very long. The fireworks begin. Instinctually, Fee lets out a barking scream and drops to the sand. When it becomes clear no one else has reacted in fear, she abruptly stands. She was still trembling as she watched the beach full of party goers tilt their faces up to watch the dazzling and frightening display of lights. Each crack made her body flench and long to press her body to the sand. Mattie’s question was barely heard over the loud ending of the fireworks show. “No, we returned her body to the sea and spent several days feasting. That is tradition.”
Lita siezes the opportunity of the distracting fireworks display to slip an arm around Mahri's waist and squeeze her into a hug, turning to press a kiss against the she-wolf's cheek. "Grab some barbecue, yeah? It smells delicious." She lingers a moment longer before drifting over towards Leo to peruse the sandcastle entries and offer unsolicited opinions.
Joan had begun nibbling absentmindedly on one of the cookies she got from one of the snack laid booths as she now glance around to see who else managed to make it to this second beach bash.
Meri uses the distraction of the fireworks to slip away from Fiadh, Why not leave the poor woman in wonder on if Mathollak was perishing or not. Mathollak was left to deal with the joke that Meri let spin a little out of control, you know...once Fiadh is not distracted by the pretty flashes in the sky. Meri slinks away from them to find another beer and a spot in the sand sit and watch the fireworks.
Arlyeon actually does take up Leralynn's handshake- which provokes a laugh when she feels the attempt at filching the kebab from her fingers. And to a point, the witch even succeeds. At least, until ina pulls part of the wood extending from Leralynn's grasp and forces the meat into freefall, and thus at the mercy of a less than dignified bit of mid air gobbling. In the midst of chewing noises, and being a general disaster, she still finds the time to add, "Probably did! S'not my fault I sell high quality goods. Didja say those shirts I did of Kanna? Was great." In the midst of her story telling, the foxkins hands retreat to herself, to subconsiously rub at the bangle beneath her sleeves. "Anyways, what's tha big deal? A little competitions' healthy."
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "You don't need to get married for that."
Joel retrieves those kebabs and finds a place near the bonfire to look up to watch the fireworks. The loud scream, however, is heard by Fiadh and he stares at her bewildered for a moment as the piercing scream slightly startled him. So much he drops one of his kebabs in the sand. His jaw drops. Cautiously he then turns to look back up at the colorful explosions that light up the sky. A hand slowly reaching out to that sandy kebab. 10 second rule…? Then again, with a quick little wiggle, the terramancer is able to shake off the sand with a little magic to save enough of it.
Quintessa said to Mathollak, "Oh my."
Arlyeon s' resisting the urge to make more things blow up. Even despite the siren call of shiny colours in the sky. She twitches, and stuffs another kebab in her mouth.
Fiadh nods as if agreeing and then corrects herself. “Observing customs such as marriage is common practice to feel connected to community and peers.” She informs him helpfully.
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "You haven't seen fireworks before? They're not dangerous at all!" The people operating them probably didn't have ten fingers between the bunch, but she doesn't need to know that. "They're just pretty! Look, which one's your favorite."
Loravelle hears Fee's scream and immediately turns her head in the woman's direction. Her heart sinks, but to her own surprise she leaps into helper-mode and scurries over to the fallen woman to lend a hand. Lora doesn't try to help Fee up, but she gets down in the sand with the woman and gently tries to lean in enough so hopefully the woman can hear her words. “Deep breaths, count to five...” Her method for calming herself down from panic. She isn't a full-fledged healer and this method may not work for everyone, but Lora had to try for the stranger. “They won't hurt you...” Lora almost reaches to rub t he woman's back, but refrains, just in case.
Mahri turns her head in surprise, resting a hand on the vampire's arm circling her waist. "Soon." But Ace is already leaving to join Leo by the sandcastles.
Mathollak said to Quintessa, "it's true..."
Leoxander munched his bag of peanuts and paused for drinks of Rynvale Coconut rum now and then, walking among the sandcastles build here and there in the sand, each roped off or protected by some means. His eyes searched toward the sky when the fireworks began, lighting up the star filled sky and inducting a loud yell that be barely glanced toward. An arm slid around Loravelle when she approached, stealing her so she could walk with him toward Lita to discuss the sandcastle displays. “At least we kinda knew what to expect this time ‘round. Don’t see Nort, though. Might have to push that to tomorrow after some breakfast and shade.” And some Hair of the Wolf. He stopped when he reached the vamp champ for some quieter conversation..
Leralynn 's eyes widen at the acrobatic gluttony on display before her and she lets out a quiet whistle. Mention of Kanna and the shirts that apparently Aryleon was pushing last year makes Orange get a little 'hearts in eyes', "Aye! That was you? I think I got myself one actually." Or two... or three... The teenage necromancer contemplates for a second the merits of explaining brand exclusivity deals to a thief, but decides she simply doesn't have the energy... "Some can be healthy aye..." She says unconvincingly before abruptly turning back to Quintessa, "Sorry! I got distracted talking about the mushrooms. Yes! We can talk after. Where did you want to go?" Quintessa said to Mathollak, "No, you're right... By the way did she just say something about eating her sister's body for seven days after she died or did I mishear that?" Joan hadn’t reacted when that barking scream was let out, for one Loravelle and Lita where also there and they needed to jump into action themselves without Joan leaping in, this was their island after all and for another thing…well her fingers where icky covered from those cookies she was nibbling on, who wanted a healer with sticky fingers attended them?!
Mathollak said to Quintessa, "No, she didn't say that. Definitely not."
Mathollak said to Fiadh, "That's not what you said right? Haha you said something totally different, right"
Daisy eventually stops spinning once her sparklers die out. The sticks are tossed in the firepit for safe keeping before she decides to plop herself down beside someone new. That is what parties are for, right? Eeeeenie, meeeenie, miiiney, Meri! Cork-tipped tail safely in both hands, she sits down beside the Meri just before the fireworks finish. "They're pretty." Meri lifts her beer into her lips and uses the mug to hide her current smirk over Quintessa's commentary to Mathollak.
Fiadh didn’t shrink away from the sudden arrival of Loravelle. Her wide and animal wild eyes lock onto the other woman’s kind face. She begins dutifully doing as she’s told. “One.. Two…” Somewhere between three and four it was working. Fee gratefully presses her shoulder into the other woman, hoping it was an acceptable sign of affection though they were only just meeting. “Thank you.” Mattie was talking to her as well. How did they know not to be frightened? Should she have known? She looks up and watches studiously to answer his question. She counted again as Lora had shown her as she did. “The blue.” She answers finally, sure of it. When she looks back between them she asks Loravelle, “My name is Fee. Mattie tells me you are in a contract with a sad man named Leo?” She focused on conversation and it helped as much as counting.
Meri has someone sitting down next to her! A wild Daisy! The woman’s presence is noted almost immediately but it takes the blonde a little bit longer to recognize her. It had been many years. “They are very pretty indeed. It’s a good show. I am glad I was able to come out and watch.” The blonde grins toward Daisy, “Also funny running into you here, in Rynvale of all places. I think the last time I saw you? It was also out here in Rynvale. So long ago though.”
Fiadh said to Quintessa, "Wouldn’t that be strange?” Her odd barking laugh follows. “No, we feasted on fish and fisherme-. Fish."
Quintessa said to Leralynn, "Nowhere specific. We just have things to discuss away from prying eyes... I'll make sure to find you when you are alone."
Mathollak wishes he could disappear, before Lora slaps a death curse on him. He stares up at the fireworks, or even the smoky sky, and is a statue. Some say that wyrd-women like Lora have vision based on movement.
Leoxander offered Lita a nod of agreement regarding whatever that quiet conversation was about before he motioned Mahri over at her own convenience to list and insert ticket entries for the end raffle.
Quintessa said to Fiadh, "Uh huh. Fish and fisher-fish? Well, I'll not judge your customs. They sound quite nice actually, I'd like to know more about them sometime."
Loravelle 's worry gradually melts away as Fiadh begins to count and visibly relaxes a little. “Very good, you'll be okay,” she murmurs, and deliberately exaggerates her inhales and exhales as an example for her. She doesn't flinch at the other woman leaning into her, and takes it as an invitation to gently pat her shoulder in what she hopes is taken as a reassuring manner. “You're welcome,” Lora smiles, and points up at the sky. “I remember the first time I saw those when I was a girl. They scared me too.” She leans in a little to whisper something embarrassing. “It was for a water festival along Zaytor's Fingers back home and I was so scared I tried to hide in the estuary.” The rosy hue her cheeks turn at the story might not be visible in the dark even with the light of the fireworks going off overhead, but that blush continues after Fee's introduction. She could guess what 'contract' meant, given her grasp for other tongues. “I'm Lora, and...yes,” she smiles, grey eyes intent on seeking out the pirate momentarily. Was he sad? He seemed busy and tired for sure...But sad? She'd have to ask later.
Joan said to Quintessa, "Oh…hey before you and Leralynn leave off to discuss whatever you need to I would like to see if you’d be interested in a few items I have been gifted."
Daisy said OOC to Alex, "Yaaaaaaas, thank you!"
Mahri pulls her attention away to catch Leo's little gesture and she leaves a trail of foot prints across the sand to hand him the halves of tickets sold along with who had bought them.
Mathollak said, "Fisher fish. That must mean sharks, maybe. That's what they call them in other places cause they fish for fish, and are fish themselves."
Lita trades words with the pirate about the sandcastles as they peruse the entries. There are points, nods, probably some laughter and more than one confused look as they take a closer look at a few of the tables. There seems to be some agreement over who the winners are though, after a few minutes, and Lita approaches the little announcement stand that Quintessa had graciously set up. Lita taps a few of the runes, as if she knows what she's doing here. Oh, crap. Well, hopefully Tessa will be nearby to make things work right if they go awry. "Hello? Is this thing- Oh." Yup, that was her voice, amplified over the straggling fireworks and the nearby conversations. "Hey, hope everyone has had a chance to have a drink and try some of the delicious food-" She motions towards Lora's barbecue pit here. It did smell delicious. "The judges have had a chance to look over all the sandcastle entries and they are all amazing. Tons of creativity, make sure everyone checks them out! But we do have a couple of prizes for some winners." She has to check her notes mentally here. "In third place, we have Beware of the Sea Faerie submitted by Penelope." She pauses for applause here, offering a few claps of her own, before continuing. "In second place, we have A Sandcastle by Any Other Name, a beautiful recreation of our island by Fiadh." More applause here. "And lastly, in first place..." She taps a drumroll out with her fingers across the runed stand. "Castle Blacksand, by Quintessa!" She offers more clapping here, of course. "Leo will have prizes for our winners and everyone who contributed will receive a small thank you gift for your time and effort."
Quintessa said to Joan, "Of course- I'm always interested in rare objects and curios."
Meri flashes Daisy a cheeky little grin, "Why thank you. I would say the same about you, except I was human then so my sense of smell was no where near what it is like now. You probably smelled nice though, all things considered, because if a human couldn't smell you...that's got to be a good thing, right?" No, different company did not really make Meri any more mature.
Meri takes a moment to cheer for each of the contest winners, especially when she hears that her darling niece has taken first place.
Fiadh seems comforted that Loravelle was once afraid as well. That meant it wouldn’t be too unusual for her to not understand this new and loud custom. She listens closely as Lora whispers, nodding and understanding that they were sharing a secret. This was bonding! “Well, I tried to hide in the sand. Your selection seems more suitable.” Fee was guessing, she didn’t know what an estuary was and would have to remember to research it. “Very sensible.” This was praise. “Lora, I am happy to meet you.” To Quintessa, she smiles with too many teeth. “I would love to share them with you.. Sometime.” To Mattie she decided to nod and lie. It was never wise to lie but this was small. “Oh yes. Shark.” Hearing her name being called by Leo, she turns her head. Leaping out of the sand Fiadh releases a loud barking sound of happiness and claps her hands.
Arlyeon may have perked up a bit at Leralynns appreciation of her earlier works, "I think I still have some of those plushies left, too." Maybe. Possibly? Meri had offloaded all the defective goods, but- maybe there was a print for one somewhere. In any case, it was hard to miss the Thorney reception she was getting when the subject returned to her earlier antics, "Well, maybe next time we can ne-go-ti-ate, if it bothers ja so much." Tessa's proximity isn't missed, either- a vigorous wave of greasy fingers sent in her direction. "Hoi! Remind me ta ask ja a thing." Since she won't remember, especially since the foxkin is already starting to shuffle towards the drink stand.
Mathollak said, "bruh"
Daisy claps for each of the winners, happy for all of them. She's pretty sure she didn't even finish hers anyway. There were crabs to be eaten! "Very good thing!" Once the clapping is done, she takes the flower crown from atop her head to place it on Meri's. "I always smell like this. And baths." Because stinky kittens are not her favorite thing.
Sandcastle Contest Winners:
Sandcastle entries can be found here: Sandcastle Contest
Quintessa: Castle Blacksand
The sandcastle before you is sturdy and practical, if nothing else. Obsidian glass has been grounded down into a fine dust and mixed with the damp sand, giving it an eerie black swirled texture before being shaped into crenellations, reminiscent of four high towers built in a defensive battlement arrangement. Tiny seashells and pebbles embellish the structure, mimicking the stone detailing of true castles as the central keep rises proudly in the middle, its sandy turrets commanding respect. Around it a moat has been carved out, water from the ocean full of foam and grit stagnating in a wide protective barrier, the only access to the castle being that of a single driftwood drawbridge. Atop each of the five turrets flies a seaweed banner perched on tiny twigs, dry enough to flutter in the light sea breeze. Last but not least are the tiny bewitched hermit crabs that patrol this miniature fortress, each wielding diminutive pikes as they drone in endless circles around the sandcastle’s battlements. Here Castle Blacksand stands proud, a modest garrison of six crabs ready to defend the realm from danger (or invade the castle next door.)
Fiadh: Sandcastle by Any Other Name
Although not extraordinarily impressive from a distance, this "sandcastle" has been meticulously crafted to resemble a detailed topographic map of Rynvale Island. Elaborate in its detail, the rocky shores to the north of the island are marked with carefully placed pebbles and shells. Sea foam algae is scattered amongst the sandy trees of the fog forest to appear as if fog were rolling through, opalescent sea shells are artfully pressed into Selene's temple, and broken sand dollars form the pattern of the cobbled streets of Port Rynvale.
The rocky plateau of Vhys is constructed from chipped stones, and its expansive forest is represented by carefully positioned seaweed atop sticks and other small pieces of driftwood. Gamorg is covered in algae and traces of sea water. Strands of seaweed have been shaped to resemble miniature hibernating dragons emerging from sandy caves in the dragon lands, and a kraken even rises from the shallow water that has been filled into the sea water filled "moat" encircling the island. The driftwood tentacle of the kraken wears a welcoming look rather than a menacing one, suggesting that this was possibly the intention of the creator.
All in all, while not particularly grand in scale, the creation is evidently a product of deep affection for the island itself.
Penelope: Beware of the Sea Faerie
Within the dimensions of space sits a very small, intricate sandcastle. Tiny, soft pink sandstones glisten and line up crookedly to create a cobble-like pathway leading to a damp, dark wooden door that is about five inches in height and two inches in width. The dark, wet oak seems to be a stray part of an old log that had been washed upon the Rynvalian shores. This tiny castle looks like it might be made for a faerie drawn to the sand and sea. The walls of the castle are decorated with plain white quartzite stone to give the small building an enchanted feel. Whoever created this castle made the top edges of the classic fairytale towers precisely square and cut in that zig-zag nature. The person who created this little vision is someone who is precise in nature. The walls are cut with a clean scalpel. The roof to this castle, however, is open to the eye where one tiny, glamorous room sits for a very elegant little faerie. A pale pinkish cream clam shell sits still joined at its ligaments open like a bed for a faerie to rest their head. Makeshift clothes are cut and created from seaweed and old fish catching net are laid out along the clam shell bed as if the faerie was choosing to dress up in this garb. Seaweed curtains line square-cut, windows and broken bottle glass fit as window frames to create a glimmer of light from the sun. Across the room rests an old, miniature purple velvet jewelry box resting water-stained against the wall. Inside the jewelry box is an exquisite allure that is pristine. A gentle, iridescent glow shines from the cube–a pearl sits inside–as well as a cracked mirror from the wear and tear of the salty waves. A single stone is placed next to the jewelry box like a vanity. The castle is simple which would not come across as surprising if one knew the creator of this castle. Last, but not least, a moat has been dug with a single thumb around the borders of the faerie castle guarded by a singular, small-scale fish as well as a single wooden chunk to create a miniscule bridge with a carved sign that says “Beware of the Sea Faerie”. That luminescent pearl must be guarded at all costs.
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Loravelle grinned, even more so when Fee is announced as one of the sandcastle winners. She stands up after her, clapping enthusiastically for her win. “Congrats! And I'm happy to meet you too!”
Mathollak said, "that girl sure is weird."
Loravelle makes a face at Mattie. "Rude!"
Quintessa claps for Penelope and Fiadh when they take third and second place and genuinely looks surprised when she receives first. She looks to her bewitched hermit crabs, throwing them a thumbs up before they all begin to click their claws in applause. “We did it guys!” she whispers to them.
Joan had time to lick her icy pale fingertips clean so she could offer proper claps for each of the listed winners of the sandcastles.
Mathollak was too loud, and has been spotted. He looks up at Lora with only his eyes, and then reverts them back to the sky, only occasionally slipping a glance her way. "I'm very sorry."
Loravelle said to Mathollak, "It's okay. Everybody makes mistakes, Mattie."
Leralynn said, "Gwah~!"
Meri has a flower crown sitting on top of her head, “Flowers are a great thing to smell like. Say, have you happened to meet Kanna yet? I feel like you two would bond over your flower crowns.” It is not every day that Meri is spotted just chilling with a flower crown on her head, yet Meri does not seem to mind. She definitely is not moving to take it off.
Fiadh cheers again in her odd way, nodding approvingly at Quintessa. Matties appraisal of her seems to dampen her excitement quickly. She fetches the paper out of her pocket again, looking for any notes on how to respond when someone has insulted you. Not finding anything particularly useful, she falls back on what she knows and levels a surprisingly stout kick towards his ribs.
Meri said to Fiadh, "You tell 'im! Don't let him speak to you like that!"
Daisy does tend to do what Daisy wants. It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission! She is pleased when the gift is kept and does some leaning on the blonde next to her. "Mmm. No. But maybe soon. Where does she play?"
Loravelle gasps at the sight of Fiadh's kick to Math's ribs, clapping a hand over her mouth. She's so strong!
Leralynn wanders back over to her blanket of wares while Quintessa goes to claim her prize. The skeletal shopkeep she left in charge seems to have made at least one sale according to the bulge of gold coin in his shorts pocket (or he is just happy to see The Orange Witch). She collects the revenue and goes over to the far end of the blanket, depositing it in her enchanted satchel. There’s a brief moment where she’s lost in thought, like she wanted to get something out of this bag, but now that she’s over here she can’t for the life of her remember what it was…
1 Jeweled Sandcastle Hat to Quintessa.
1 Tie-Dye Sandcastle Hat to Fiadh.
Meri :: Where does Kanna play lately? Meri does not have to think too hard about that, "Well I can't say where she resides these days for certain, but I feel like she has been spending time in Enchantment." An assumption made based on the seeing Kanna in the company of Queen Lunalesca at both leader gatherings. "Or, you can ask that cutie over there." Meri points to Quintessa.
Mathollak is already sitting on the ground so there isn’t much he can do to protect himself. But he knows you can’t treat a danger like Fiadh the same way as Lora; freezing won’t help. “Hey. Hey!” He starts crab walking away, scuttling as quickly as he can to avoid getting walloped. “I didn't think you could hear me!”
Quintessa places her ‘crown’ upon her head, which wasn’t really a crown but rather a funny hat. It isn’t long after she secures it does she hear her name being spoken by Meri, her mismatched eyes flickering over to view her. “Huh? What? You lookin’ for Kanna?” Quintessa peers at Daisy with cautious curiosity.
Fiadh hand starts to chase after Mathollak when he is saved by Leoxander. She thanks him for the box and quickly opens it. She opened it in the frantic and greedy way a child might open birthday gifts. The hat was met with a happy squeal. She plopped it on her head immediately to show it off to her new friend Lora. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Fee turns in the sand so that anyone near could see it on her from every side.
Joan wanders over back to the young orange witch/necromancer as Quintessa went to fleecy her fancy box, the vampiric healer asking the other a question, “Would you like to see something?” Joan meant to show off the undead death knight she was gifted off.
Leralynn wanders back over to her blanket of wares while Quintessa goes to claim her prize. The skeletal shopkeep she left in charge seems to have made at least one sale according to the bulge of gold coin in his shorts pocket (or he is just happy to see The Orange Witch). She collects the revenue and goes over to the far end of the blanket, depositing it in her enchanted satchel. There’s a brief moment where she’s lost in thought, like she wanted to get something out of this bag, but now that she’s over here she can’t for the life of her remember what it was.
Meri takes a second to point to the crown upon Meri's head to clarify for Quintessa why they are inquiring, "This one gave me a flower crown, it made me think that she and Kanna could like...I don't know, sit around and make flower crowns. Bond. Be friends. You know."
Loravelle claps her hands together as Fiadh crowns herself with her brand new hat. Is she bouncing on her heels too? Yes. This isn't the alcohol causing the behavior, this is actually just joy. "Yes! It's fantastic!"
Daisy follows the pointing to the appropriate Quintessa and makes a promise to herself to go say hi and quiz the - what did Meri say? Cutie. Yes. Quiz the cutie about the Kanna. "I will. Probably later." Because now is for Meritime and Meriment and Meri- The cutie looked! And spoke! Daisy smiles at Quintessa and nods. "Meri says I'd like her."
Fiadh does two more spins for good measure before she decided she was dizzy. "I'm thirsty." She announces to Lora, before walking toward the slushy stand she had been eyeballing when she'd arrived.
Quintessa nods her head first at Meri and then at Dairy. “Yeah, you’ll like her. Everyone likes Kanna- it’s impossible not to. She’s currently helping Queen Lunalesca but I’m certain she would welcome a distraction from her work there if you were to come visit.”
Arlyeon shimmies off over to the slush bar, if only to see if she can fiddle for something relatively unimpeded. Really, it's just a mild bit of culinary alchemy is on the brain now, "-you like piña coladas," her voice dips into a mumble, less out of a desire to be discreet, and more because lyrics aren't coming to her, "and the feel of the ocean, and the taste of - coconuts?" She pauses, her head tilting sharply to one side. Doesn't sound right, no.
Loravelle watches Fee spin some more before tailing after her, thirsty too. She's spent the majority of her time grilling that night! “Do you like coconuts, Fee?” She asks the person tending the slushy stand for a coconut slushy. “They're my favorite!” When Ina appears and mentions coconuts too, she takes that as an indicator to try to encourage Fiadh to give them a try. "They're really the best. Leo taught me how to break one open so I can do it all by myself now." There's a look of pride in her eyes as she explains this, given her skinny noodle arms.
Meri pushes up from where she is seated so that she is standing next to Daisy, flower crown still situated on her head. "If you visit her in Enchantment, then you can always visit me in Kelay. We can chat more. I should call it a night though." With a wave down to the kitten, Meri sneaks away from the festivities. ooc: I need to get food in my belly. Awesome event Lita and Leo! Thanks for writing. <3
Leralynn raises a brow at Joan, "Hmm? Aye." She hasn't the faintest idea what is coming next.
Leoxander finally collapses into a beach chair near the drink station, reaching for his rum and adjusting his pirate captain hat back a notch on his skull so it still shaded his eyes but he could see the entire scene. He’d been in a cloud at the beginning of their bash, making certain everything started off like a smoothe, traveling wave. Now he could work on getting a little drink while watching the booths and games finishing their setup. Slow, deep breath, Cap’n. He took the time to notice everyone who was there and finally looked to Daisy, the unfamiliar but resourceful help. He even offered a raise of his hand to her before turning his attention to his fiance and the- Fiadh.
Daisy is very good at distractions. Her eyes glimmer with a widened grin. "We will dance." Should someone tell Kanna that Daisy is coming? Maybe someone will. But that kind of sounds like a threat. A adorabolical threat! Daisy leans back to watch the Meri be on her way and offers a wave in return. What to do now? She hops up and heads over to Quintessa, passing Leo on her way by. He is saluted with an unlit sparkler that is offered to Quintessa. "Did you get one?"
Fiadh seems delighted that Lora decided to join her. “I love them too!” She informs her. They had something in common! “I will have that as well.” She gives a toothy grin to the new arrival. “I am Fee, nice to meet you.” She was really enjoying her newest name. She would have to thank Mattie for the idea. Loravelle seems very proud of being able to break coconuts and so Fiadh searches for the correct way to compliment her. “You do look like a fine coconut opener.” She hoped that worked. When the coconut slush is in her hands, she wastes no time drinking it. It’s half empty in a few greedy gulps. Her eyes light up in the torch light. “This is very good!” It’s clear she doesn’t recognize that they could be dangerous as well.
Arlyeon may have been in the midst of somehow pulling a shovel out of her sleeve when Loravelle mentions knowing how to open a coconut. Which is good, because there's this weird sense of being a bit too close to the Cap'ns scrutiny then she would like. "After you~"
Arlyeon said to Fiadh, "Ahoy. 'm Trish. Ahoy. Cyela, I am sorry. The clothes are gettin' ta me. But not the rum. Yet."
Quintessa takes a moment to examine Daisy, indulging in her odd fixation with felines for a moment before she focused on what Daisy was saying. “Oh- Yes, I did get one but I won’t say no to another if you’re offering. I love sparkly things.”
Joan loudly claps her hands together as the young orange witch agrees. Not far from Joan but hanging slightly out of sight from the beach bash was the undead death knight she had been gifted. At the sound of Joan’s loud claps it would wander over towards the blanket edge where Joan herself stood. “This being was gifted to me by our dear Reavyn. She didn’t tell me anything besides ‘It’s yours now’ and to be honest…I don’t see a need for the fellow.” The undead death knight would offer a shrug as it also was left kinda bewildered on what it was meant to do for Joan once it was gifted to her. “Would you be interested in this fellow and giving it a good decent home and be a proper mistress to it?” She asked Orange.
Fiadh said to Arlyeon, "Oh, clothes are unnecessarily prohibiting of movement."
Loravelle , once she has her coconut slushy in hand, also has to gulp some of hers down right away. She knew this might not be a good idea later on, but it'll be okay. There's a new friend to giggle with and tents to collapse in if she gets too sloshed. “Thank you,” says Lora to Fee, regarding her coconut opening skills. She wasn't strong at all, but getting a coconut open was one thing she felt was a fairly tough thing to do. “Isn't it?!” She exclaims to the other woman while wiping some slush from her upper lip with the back of her hand. “I drank so many of them last year.” And she planned on doing the same thing this year.
Lita eyes Trix with a little curious distrust. Why is there a shovel? She'd busied herself when fixing another slushy after the sandcastle announcements and might have lingered a bit by the stand to enjoy the concoction before fixing herself another. Math's sangria had been good too. She's wondering how that would taste as a slushy... maybe the next round. For now she meanders over towards Leo in his beach chair, eyeing the bonfire and watching the locals make their way by rowboat towards the larger ships and interacting with the hired crews. "Think we all needed a bit o' this." She says to him, making herself comfortable in the chair next to him. Probably Lora's but maybe she wouldn't mind sharing for a minute.
Daisy pulls out a second sparkler and lights it with a match before offering the glittered end to Quintessa. "These leave shinies behind." She gestures to the trail of glitter she left earlier then glances over at the seated Leoxander. "Maybe we should share some?" Mischief! Mischief! Maybe it isn't devil's work, but who is keeping track?
Fiadh tilts her head. “Did they make your stomach sour?” She eyes the drink in her hand suspiciously. “Like too many mollusks.” She decided. That didn’t seem to dampen her excitement though. She quickly finished it off and ordered another. She looks around the beach again, wondering if there were more people to meet or something exciting to do. Maybe she should swim in the ocean, though she knew without her sealskin it would only fill her with unfathomable longing and sorrow as much as it would feel like a return to home.
Joan steals all the goofy peanut butter cookies before anyone else had a chance at them….magically of course. *cough cough shifty eyes.*
Loravelle nods. “And my head hurt in the morning, but I had a great time...” It was certainly worth it, and it's soon that she's finished off her slushy and is copying Fee by ordering a second one. Once slushy number...three, was this three? Didn't Leo get her one earlier too? - Well, whichever slushy number this next one is gets in her hands, she quietly observes Fiadh and wonders what they could do next. Her head turns to Leo and Lita seated beside him, and she immediately lights up. “Do you want to meet my fiance and one of my friends? They're both really nice.” She doesn't snatch Fee's hand to lead her toward the bonfire, vampire, and werewolf, but she does wave her hand in an overly enthusiastic beckoning motion as she begins to jog over to Lita and Leo.
Leralynn is speechless for a moment or two as the death knight approaches. She starts moving towards the undead creature and weaves a couple of intricate hand signs with her right hand, directed towards her own skeletal familiar. It moves subtly, extending its hands, palms facing upward, forming two steps for the witch to step up onto. She’s raised up to eye level with the death knight being presented, “Waow…” Oceanic blue eyes peer into the lifeless, uninterested ones looking back, “She raised this one herself?” Orange asks with a sideways glance towards Joan. Then, without leaving a moment for the vampire to answer, she addresses the undead directly, “Can you speak?” She wants this thing, for sure. She’s now just trying to get to the bottom of how difficult or easy it will be to truly transfer ownership of it over to her.
Fiadh lights up at the chance to meet new people and follows the beckoning Lora obediently. Her very beautiful hat bobbed on top of her wild curls as they crossed the sand and neared the warmth of the bonfire. “Hello again, Lita and sad Leoxander!” She greets them both in earnest. The selkie made herself comfortable in a spot on the sand, near wherever Loravelle would sit, and she dug her toes in the sand and wiggled them happily.
Quintessa takes the unlit end of the second sparkler and holds it aloft alongside her other more burnt-down sparkler. “Double the sparkle.” she says in affirmation before her eyes shift mischievously to gaze at Daisy again. “Spread? Like…” she whispers when she says the next part. “Arson?” Quintessa also enjoyed a bit of arson from time to time.
Loravelle parks herself in the sand right beside Fiadh, and giggles at the woman's greeting to Lita and Leo. Apparently the rum is finally kicking in. She drinks some more of her slushy. “This is Fee,” she waves her arms out to the other woman with a dramatic flourish. Maybe a little too dramatic. Some of the slushy sloshes out of her cup into the sand. Oops.
Arlyeon hops up onto the countertop of the slushy stand, and begins to reach into the underside. She's gotta prep herself for later. It's also a great distraction, given her Arson senses are tingling.
Lita glances up at Lora and friend when they approach. Hello again? The girl had said again. Had they met before? Her brain stutters. Thankfully Lora offers introductions. "Fee." She says, as if she remembers the name. "Hope you're having fun with Mouse." Was she allowed to call Lora that in public? Oy vey. Wait, no, that was okay. That one is an affectionate nickname. Keep it together. She might have offered Lora her seat back, but she's comfy. Even if she is glancing around the crowds for Mahri. "Your sandcastles were amazing." She says, drawing her attention back to the girls. "All of them were. Everyone made it hard to choose a winner. But it was fun to see everyone's creativity come out!"
Joan gave a clear nod of her head towards the undead death knight, allowing it to speak and answer for itself. “Mistress Reavyn did indeed raise me herself. It was her necromancy that gave me my unlife after I was left for dead after the vampire attack I suffered.” Joan would rock back on her heels in the soft sand as the creature answered the young orange witch, she didn’t seem too worried about handing over what could possibly been a dangerous and deadly highly trained death knight over to the younger woman, but then Joan did know who Orange’s parent was, Shishi could destroy such a creature with ease should it try to disobey Orange. “Like I said…I wasn’t given any details on the fellow, but it seems more then willing to be of use…I can’t see it being used a library assistant or anything else I’m interested in. It needs to go to someone that can put it to rightful use.”
Mahri 's standing by the grill where Lora's sisters are grilling. Absently she's picking at a kabob, tearing pieces off and taking small bites while watching - and listening - for anything out of place or suspicious looking people.
Fiadh thinks that Loravelle’s mood is infectious and she laughs her strange laugh at her excited movements. “Thank you!” She says to Lita, pointing at her hat. “I received a crown.” But then she frowns and looks back to Lora. “You should also have a crown.”
Lita is suddenly starving. "Keep these two company, yeah?" She says absently to Leo as she stands. She has to double back a step for her slushy cup. Still half full. And then she's making a beeline for the grill area.
Lita whispered something to Mahri.
Daisy giggles as she hands over another lit sparkler before making sure she has one in each hand herself. "No arson today." She doesn't want to make the cap'n mad by ruining his party. No. He gave these to her, herself. Surely he has to expect her to -use- them. "Dance with me." Is Tessa the frolic type? Come on, follow the kitten as she skips and twirls and waves those sparklers around, floofing glitter everywhere in her wake. She dances by each and every one of the party goers here. Standing ones. Sitting ones. Ones she knows. Ones she doesn't. Are you here? You are now covered in glitter. Oh a sparkler went out? Another is lit with the first. She bows in front of Leo, Lora, Fiadh and whoever else was right there with them after doing a couple extra circles around their group. "Thank you for the party."
Joan said to you, "Yes, thanks for hosting another smashing beach bash!"
Leoxander offered a hand to Lora to help her from the sand and onto his lap, dusting some sand from her limbs and wraparound. He looked toward the sound of his full name toward Fiadh. Lita’s departure had the rogue calling after his co-commander. “Bring me somethin’ t’ snack on, Ace.” His attention retracted back to the woman in white. “Wha’chur name, lady?” Asked before a finishing drink that with a clink of ice and he casually reached to pluck a passionfruit from a nearby vine like branch that decorated the entrance and some shady spots on the beach.
Joan said to Lita, "And you also! Thanks bunches."
Leo said to Joan, "Didn't do it alone, 'o course, but appreciated. You ever get things worked out with yer ink? Didnt scar you, did I?""
Lita said to Joan, "You're so welcome! Glad you could join us!"
Joan said to you, "Uh…I’ll have you and Lita look at a later time."
Quintessa tries not to look disappointed when Daisy suggests they not do an arson, which is easy because she offers to dance instead. “Of course!” Surprisingly Quintessa does know how to frolic, granted in a more ghostly, ethereal way. She was part fae, after all, it wouldn’t do for her not to be proficient in frolicking. The changeling motions to the band to pick up tempo as the pair begin to spread the sparkle and glitter through the rest of the party.
Leralynn laughs, “Incredible! Of course I’ll give him a-” she was going to say ‘purpose’, but switches at the last second to, “...home.” She shapes her fingers, on both hands this time, into more somatic spell components. The ribcage on the skeleton familiar holding Orange up begins to reconfigure into impossible geometry until a third arm and hand entends out of its back, reaching to pluck up a bundle of the mushrooms, lifting and handing them to Leralynn. “Eat these, please.” She instructs the death knight, looking to lessen its focus on its current undead master. “...and try to keep your eyes on me.” She claps her hands together and shuts her eyes. A type of prayer to Vakmatharas is begun, one that will begin the process of transferring ownership over to The Orange Witch. It’s a temporary little ritual for now, meant to hold over until a proper bunch of necromancy can be done in a less public forum. The prayer ends and she opens one eye, sure that she’ll see nothing but an obedient new member of her ever changing collection of undead. She grins, proud. This is perhaps what she was born to do, and she so does love doing it…
Loravelle frowns when Lita steps away and turns her head to follow where she's headed off to. Assuming she and Mahri wanted a moment together, her attention returns to Leo in time to be pulled into his lap as well, and Fiadh. In the blink of an eye she's covered in sparkles alongside everyone else, as if they had all become like the fireworks that went off earlier. “W-wha-!” Frantically, and ignoring her calming counting exercise, Lora looks around for the source of the glitter bomb. How in the world did that kitten do that?! Was this just glitter or was it pixie dust? There wasn't time to sniff at it, so Lora practically drops her drink into the sand, likely spilling the remainder of it, and starts trying to shake glitter out of Leo's hair and away from his face. She might need to drag him into the ocean to rinse off.
Fiadh drinks more of her slush and says to Leo, “Fiadh but I would like to be called Fee.” Then she is yawning. “I think it’s time for me to go.” Her tone seems apologetic and mournful. She stands, brushing the sand from her pants. “I was so glad to meet you.” She tells Lora. “I hope to see you again.” She then nods toward Leo again, the way he’d greeted her before. She hoped this was the correct way to bid farewell. “Good night.” And with that, the selkie winds through the crowds and wanders away from the beach.
Mahri glances up at Lita and for a moment silver-grey eyes sparkle with mischeif for a moment before looking at the stick of meat in her hand. She wasn't really hungry but she kept picking at it anyway.
Lita catches Leo ask for snacks and waves a hand over her shoulder at him in acknowledgement. She crouches down for a moment, untying her anklet from around her right foot only to move it to Mahri's ankle instead. "Here," she says, ignoring any protest. "You're gonna drive yourself nuts walkin' around out here without your boots on." She was used to it. She was walking around barefoot long before she'd gotten that talisman. She stands, brushing a bit of sand from her hands and begins fixing the pirate a plate of assorted barbecue and kebabs. Probably some fruit on there too that Lora might like. She snags her slushy cup again and loops her arm around Mahri's waist to drag her back towards the beach chairs.
Daisy is glad Quintessa joined her in the dance! Tessa's ghostfrolic is so pretty. Straightening from her bow, she blinks at the Loravelle's franticness and mistakes it for helping. "Does he need more glitter?" She shakes the sparkler at Leo, replacing anything Lora may have shaken off. If any.
Lita stares in horror as Leo's plate becomes fairy food. Glitter meat? That's not any better. Who slaughtered the unicorn??
Leo took the plate from Lita when she arrived, hoping Mahri and she would have a seat next to them since they currently only occupied one, and he'd grip tight onto Loravelle if she threatened to get up. "It ain't pixie make. Blame that one." He pointed his place at where Daisy was dancing with Quintessa, then picked up her spilled glass to set it on the table. He needed a refill, anyhow, but encouraged Lora to pick at some of the bbq or fruit on his wooden plate, first.
Joan had held up her pale hand to try to pause the younger necromancer, “I do want something in return.” She said aloud but didn’t much move to stop the younger woman on her actions, nor the command she gave to the undead death knight. It would take the offered bundle and chew down the lot as Joan didn’t give it any order besides to follow what Leralynn order, those dead eyes move to focus on the orange witch and Joan would move slightly out of reach incase there was any sort of reaction.
Leoxander made a bit of a pth sound through his tongue and lips in case any got in his mouth. His eyes settled at a distance, away from the dancing, on Joan and Leralynn. His good natured expression fades a bit.
Mahri 's properly dragged towards the beach chairs to join Leo, Lora and a frolicing Daisy. That last actually made her grin/
Leo called in Joan and Orange's direction loudly, "Can you get that bloody thing out'a here, now? Not the best 'plus one' considerin' the mess on the mainland."
Loravelle tries to angle herself on Leo's lap so she can shake glitter from her hair once he's assured her that it isn't pixie dust, hopefully away from him, Lita, and Mahri once they return. She swipes some food from Leo's plate first, and gives up with thoroughly inspecting it for specks of glitter and just eats it all the same. It should be fine, right? Between bites of a pineapple, she looks to both Lita and Mahri. “You both have been so busy,” and Leo too, obviously. “All of you...How are you doing?”
Leralynn shouted at you, "Buy my mushrooms and you won't have to worry about any of them!"
Leoxander whispered something to Loravelle.
Joan said to you, "Ooh…sorry, does that mean Tarian ain’t welcomed also?! *she’d thumb back towards her skeleton familiar that was also slightly out of view…he followed her everywhere of course.* “My bad!"
Leralynn gave 1 Undead Death Knight Accomplice to Joan.
Daisy scoots her way over there next to Mahri to hold the glitter dropping sparkler over her head for some extra sparkles. "Good night to you." She gives the party another round of cheerful dances, hopefully with Quintessa, before heading over there to her little hammock in the corner for sleeps. Well. Them kitten, sleeping but probably they can still see you through closed eyes kind of naps.
Leo just grumbled at the two, ripping off a large bite of meat that got dusted with glitter, too. He didn't bother trying to shake it off the delicious piece.
Loravelle tries not to outwardly react to Leo's hushed words, but blame being intoxicated for her overreaction. Did he still have his pirate hat? If so, she plucks it from his head and crams it on her own. "I'll be the coconut captain again," she slurs a little. He'll get what she means.
Mahri waves her goodnight to Daisy, the feline as much a bundle of sunshine tonight as when she was breaking and entering and being pushed down stairs.
Joel definitely fell asleep by the fire while eating a kebab.
Leoxander took moments between bites to speak to those who remain, just loud enough to reach different shaped ears with some fireworks in the sky still going on now and then. "I got a map, seven shovels and seven marks to hit if anyone wants to go treasure huntin'..." He was going to finish some food and make a stronger drink, but if anyone showed interest he'd explain more. He then looked at Loravelle with a smirk, not trying to stop the hat theft. "Yes, yer majesty. Have one of your servants make us some drinks..." There was an elvish woman back there, keeping things organized, saving the ice from glitter with a cover though she was trying to get it off the bar surface now. She was getting paid too much to complain.
Arlyeon may have been eavesdropping a little, since she's just been nursing a surplus of Pina Coladas and plotting deviousness. And escape routes. Mostly escape routes. "What's this 'bout treasure, Cap'n?"
Loravelle heard the number seven and immediately perked up. She may be drunk, but running around with a shovel on the beach...at night...should be fine, right? “I'll go,” she's quick to offer, but when Lora tries to climb off of Leo's lap she struggles a little. She tries again after the 'yer majesty', and manages to get to her feet this time. Drinks first, then treasure hunting. “Maybe they've got lids for drinks,” she murmurs, and heads over to bug the elvish woman.
Joel rises from by the flames while stretching. For a moment he pauses as he vaguely hears the mention of treasure hunting. The adventurer picks up his cup that was full of sangria that he barely touched before sauntering by Leoxander. "Did someone say treasure hunting?" Clearly the mountain-man liked the idea of a challenge of treasure. A mild greedy personality underneath the pleasant surface. He liked games.
Quintessa said to you, "Will I actually have to dig for it? I might break a nail..."
Leralynn said to Quintessa, "I'm going to pack this stuff up and take these two somewhere. I don't feel like dealing with a cranky wolf tonight. We'll have that talk soon. Okay?"
Leoxander pat Lora’s thigh since she wanted to participate, anyhow, and others caught wind to crowd in closer. From his back pocket he removed a piece of parchment taped together and folded five or six times, spreading out the large map on the glitter dusted table, facing the opposite way. Those who looked might notice the drawing layout of the beach, making certain the borders were clear not to get too close to either villa. Shovels were leaning on the side where the wood was stacked, and after pinning the parchment from the breeze with a Royal Wedding Marble Paperweight, he headed toward it to pass shovels out and feed the bonfire. “In one of those marks you’ll find a chest ‘bout four feet down. “There’s treasure in only one box. Who wants to play?”
Mahri 's brow quirks and she settles into one of those beach chairs but she'll reach up to hold LIta's hand if she didn't sit the wolf. "Treasure hunt, hmm? Sounds interesting." Tilting her head towards Tessa, Mahri snorts a laugh. "I didn't think you cared about that kind of thing."
Leo spoke to Quintessa, "Not much I can do to help you there. The diggin' is the fun o' it."
Quintessa said to Leralynn, "Yes, we'll catch up soon. Take care, my friend."
Leralynn mouths "thank you," to Joan and starts stuffing mushroom bundles into her bottomless bag. Once they're all put away she rolls up the blanket and stows that as well. The Orange with leads her band of two undead off the beach inland after a wave towards Leo, Lora and the others down the shoreline. She's eager to get back to Vailkrin and do some necromancy, but for tonight at least, she'll stay in Rynvale...
Loravelle returns with drinks in either hand, mostly glitter free, but she realizes that she won't be able to carry a shovel like this. She sets both drinks on the table, reluctantly leaving hers behind, so she can grab for one of the shovels he passes out and peek at the map again. “Do we pick which spot we want, if there's seven...?”
Joel automatically moves to Leoxander and one of those shovels that were being passed out. He would reach out for a shovel before moving towards the map to get an idea of a mark on the map. Copper eyes scanning the surface of the crinkled parchment.
You handed Joel and Loravelle a shovel, taking in the man's appearance a bit as he couldn't remember seeing him before. "Pick one spot an' try yer luck. Only one." (This will be done using the dice system. type /r d7 and if you hit the winner, you'll find out at the end of your dig.)
Lita squeezes Mahri's hand and rolls her eyes playfully at Tessa. "You want to pick a spot, I'll dig for yah, darlin'." She offers.
Loravelle picks a spot and with shovel gripped in hand, begins to walk in the general direction of her treasure hunting spot to begin to dig. It's probably comical to look at as the mousy woman tries to shovel away sand. How deep did Leo say it was? “How far am I digging again?” Lora hollers. She's tempted to whistle for help from the twins.
Joel nods momentarily while studying the wrinkled map. He takes a moment. A long moment. The mountaineer was not familiar with beaches, and he knew he would not cheat even if he could with terramancy. It would be easy to feel the earth and what treasure would be beneath, but at same time, he was a man that played fair in the sand. Unknown turf? With pirates and sailors? He had to be careful and kind. Kind. Put on the kind front like at the bar. He parts off eventually with shovel over his shoulder before moving to a place where he thought might be a good spot to dig that shovel into. His sandal automatically landed on the top of the shovel spear to dig into the earth that he wanted to cheat with. Feel with. His eyes close. Hoping that he might dig up something out of luck. Anything.
Mahri takes a look at the map before picking a spot and a shovel to go dig. "You don't have to dig, baby," she slants a look at Lita. "C'mon. We'll take turns." Making up her mind on the spot, Mahri leads Lita over and starts digging.
Leo wasn't as kind as Mahri to offer assistance, especially with all the questions. "Till you hit somethin' solid, babe. You'll probably know if it's empty or full once you do." He stood up, but rather than assist his fiance with the cartography and duty of the game, he went to the bar to make a very strong drink to catch up on. Once he got back to his beach chair near the three woman, he paid particular notice to Mahri while he removed his obsidian pipe and loaded it with something other than just tobacco. All the kiddies were gone, anyhow.
Arlyeon is listening to Leo describe the game, and then it dawns on her. The absolutely horrible realization that she could be pre-emptively digging her own grave. She casts an awkward look back at the ships, and then redirects her focus back to the Cap'n. "Ja know. Actually- maybe I'll jus'- make some drinks for everyone? Diggin' is thirsty work. Ch'yeah." She might be sweating bullets. She's too sober for this.
Loravelle murmurs something that's more like a playful threat and less like something she could actually do, though she does swing the shovel in a way that is definitely not the way one does when digging before resuming said digging. “I'll hit somethin' solid alright.” Her arms don't appreciate all the shoveling, but she'll keep on digging until she hits something.
Joel throws the shovel within the earth over and over again. Breaths are strong and even as mining was the same game except with a pick axe, although he did not have to shovel loads of sand and throw it off to the side. The man was in shape and steady. He digs, hoists, and breathes in a synchronous routine before he hits something solid. Once he hits something, he would toss the shovel to the side before brushing off the sand of the mysterious object he found. What would he find?
Loravelle thought she'd try being strong and tough but the truth is, she is the worst at heavy lifting. So she whistles for the twins to lend their mom some paws. The pair of maned wolves trot over, initially expecting food, but when they see her scoop more sand out of the hole, they seem to understand and get to digging along with her. It's a team effort and they're much better at the work than she is, but eventually her shovel hits something solid that causes her to drop the shovel and crouch down to see what she might've found. The twins keep digging away, happy to kick sand in every possible direction.
The sounds came in a broken rhythm in order of Joel, Loravelle, and Mahri. A hollow thunk and the light pull of the case, if attempted, would leave poor Joel empty handed. Loravelle, too, would hit a chest of disappointment, maybe some of Daisy’s glitter and a flower for a consolation prize. But of course, leave it to the OG rogues to guess the spot. He’d been very careful not to be spied on in the middle of the night but wasn’t all that surprised when their shovel hit something with a more muted clunk, and they would find more than shiny glitter when they hauled it up to pry it open.
Leoxander looked back at Ina with a sober expression as he headed back toward the bar, hearing and spotting the winning chest revealed. "Somethin' strong for me. No funny business, Trix."
1 message in a bottle to Joel.
1 message in a bottle to Loravelle.
Both notes have a skull and crossbones depiction with a 'Dead men tell no tales.' etched as a reminder.
1 Dead Mans Chest to Mahri/Lita
Mahri'll hand off the shovel to Lita before they hit that trunk, sitting in the sand now that the charm was around her own ankle and it wouldn't stick to skin.
Joel hits the clunk of the chest. He immediately hauls it up on the surface before unlocking to see what he would find. Eyes are wide, determined, strong and focused only to find the trunk… empty? Mostly… Just a note that said “Dead men tell no tales…” Hazel eyes are wide. Did he miss something? Why was there an emptiness in his chest at the thought of this? He was a foreigner, afterall. A mountain man. He was not familiar with foreign shores. He looks around, as he does not want to seem like “that guy” of pettiness and nothing is left but a still, stoic clear of his throat of “who cares”. The treasure box is mildly kicked as if it does not matter. He snarled before gaining his even composure like he did not just throw a hissy fit - although a soft hissy fit. He stands up evenly and moves back towards the rest of the crew. “Nada.” Easy, even, normal. He would not admit he was an absolute paranoid, sad failure. In his mindset he would press down the addiction and act like “treasure was -nothing-”, though he -hated- he did not cheat. Hated and -regretted- it. He was a -miner-. “I need a drink. Who wants shots?”
Mahri rolls her eyes at Lita, shaking her head to dislodge sand before hopping down into the hole to drag the chest up and over the lip. Letting it slide over the sand to land next to Lita - barely missing her foot - Mahri exits the hole to wait for the vampmire to open it.
Mahri said to Joel, "Make mine a double, yeah?"
Lita makes short work of the lock mechanism on their treasure chest. She pauses briefly to glance up at Joel having a moment before nudging open their chest. She might feel a little guilty at having found something shiny, but Mahri picked the spot, not her, so. "Shots!" She echoes the sentiment as she inspects the contents they've unearthed.
Loravelle might not make it back to the house, but there are plenty of tents nearby. Once she's back on her feet, Lora decides to take the shorter route and head for one of them so she can rest for a little while. She doesn't leave the box behind, nor the twins, who follow along after her. Along the way, before disappearing into the tent, she approaches Leo and kisses his cheek. “I'll come back for the shovel,” she promises. But in the morning. She's beat.
Joel hits the clunk of the chest. He immediately hauls it up on the surface before unlocking to see what he would find. Eyes are wide, determined, strong and focused only to find the trunk… empty? Mostly… Just a note that said “Dead men tell no tales…” Hazel eyes are wide. Did he miss something? Why was there an emptiness in his chest at the thought of this? He was a foreigner, afterall. A mountain man. He was not familiar with foreign shores. He looks around, as he does not want to seem like “that guy” of pettiness and nothing is left but a still, stoic clear of his throat of “who cares”. The treasure box is mildly kicked as if it does not matter. He snarled before gaining his even composure like he did not just throw a hissy fit - although a soft hissy fit. He stands up evenly and moves back towards the rest of the crew. “Nada.” Easy, even, normal. He would not admit he was an absolute paranoid, sad failure. In his mindset he would press down the addiction and act like “treasure was -nothing-”, though he -hated- he did not cheat. Hated and -regretted- it. He was a -miner-. “I need a drink. Who wants shots?”
Mahri rolls her eyes at Lita, shaking her head to dislodge sand before hopping down into the hole to drag the chest up and over the lip. Letting it slide over the sand to land next to Lita - barely missing her foot - Mahri exits the hole to wait for the vampmire to open it.
Mahri said to Joel, "Make mine a double, yeah?"
Lita makes short work of the lock mechanism on their treasure chest. She pauses briefly to glance up at Joel having a moment before nudging open their chest. She might feel a little guilty at having found something shiny, but Mahri picked the spot, not her, so. "Shots!" She echoes the sentiment as she inspects the contents they've unearthed.
Loravelle might not make it back to the house, but there are plenty of tents nearby. Once she's back on her feet, Lora decides to take the shorter route and head for one of them so she can rest for a little while. She doesn't leave the box behind, nor the twins, who follow along after her. Along the way, before disappearing into the tent, she approaches Leo and kisses his cheek. “I'll come back for the shovel,” she promises. But in the morning. She's beat.
Leoxander turned his gaze and his back to Ina since the chair was facing the water. But not to shun her, a reasonable trust. His shoulder raised in a shrug but he nodded to follow it. “No bad, considerin’.” Just that word held a lot of possibilities in a world where war was threatening to break out like viruses. “Haven’t see ya aroun’ much.”
Joel is pouring liquor either way. Lita’s questioning is met with a blank stare. “You either want liquor or you don’t. You can either trust me or won’t. Though, mind you, I’m drinking from the same glasses and would why would I be with malicious intent? What would be my gain if I harmed these people?” True? The alcohol today was free. There was no reason to backlash for the freedom of this evening. Free stay. Free booze. Free food. Joel is living his best life evening is he is salty he lost a small treasure hunting contest, and not to mention he gets to bartend while Natali had taken a break. His specialty, as he had helped in Xalious.
Ina may have served Leo a drink, but she has since slipped away. Not in the sense of departing, however. No, the foxkin, now fortified with the golden elixir of rum, coconut and pineapple, has scuttled her way up the side of the pirate ship, albeit after a slight delay caused by learning of the impracticalities associated with holding a knife between her teeth. Who even does that? She's pretty sure she cut her tongue. She finishes heaving herself over the side of the ship, flopping onto the deck with an undignified thump- her bandana finally falling off in a spray of trapped sand. Alright Step 1 was done. Step 2 was "Yar, matey- this be a boarding." Except, she knows better than to actually brandish the cutlass at her hip, because there's half good odds the gag would actually earn something thrown at her. Instead, the foxkin lopes over to a a pile of crates, tossing aside the tarp to reveal a rather complex array of . . .
Fuses. Someone, somewhere in this whole fiasco, entrusted the foxkin not just with the fireworks display, but with the ships themselves, and all their precious, precious cannons. Possibly someone who had been plied with a lot of mixed drinks in the days leading to this, in order to somehow convince them that this was a good idea. "Good idea? Maybe not, but it's an awesome one." Her tongue flicks out, caught between her teeth as that arsonous urge she'd earlier suppressed comes roaring back, a hiss of flame escaping from between her lips in a glob of fire that's weirdly caught out of the air- and planted down into the thick of those tangled threads. "Heh. Aha. Ehehehe-" There's a weird mania starting, an inability to suppress the giggles as countless trails of blue, gold, and red sparks veer off in every direction- following their alchemically treated trails. Some dance along the railings, others weave between planks on the desk, and more still trace a rapid path up along the rope that connect the two ships in a brilliant display - that probably should instill a mortal fear in anyone who knows Trix.
Lita said to Lita, "Ah, see, you think distrusting magic has anything at all to do with you as the perpetrator." She's teasing him, complete with amused grin. "But no, could be a Saint sittin' there offerin' the same and I'd question it. Don't worry your pretty little face." She offers a playful wink, glancing around as she mumbles, "Is there a tip jar? There should be..."
Leo just stopped, staring at the ship that looked on fire for a long moment, then looked toward Mahri the Executioner and Lita the Vamp Champ. "Can you lot stick her in a cage for the night or somethin'?" He decided to put down the drink she made.
Lita might have noticed a person-shaped foxkin climbing one of their ships. But that was normal. It's fine. There were shots. And distractions. And then there was only the sudden burst of color and light that split the darkness out amidst the ocean and the little pop of silence that followed before chaos erupted. The familiar whistle and whine of fireworks, followed by the booming roar of cannonfire and the smoke that wafted out over the water. The two ships erupted, looking for all the world as if they were engaged in some military battle. It might have been unsettling or worrisome if there were less alcohol in her system but it's just a little mesmerizing. "Anyone else... seeing this...?" Was this planned? Who gives the arsonist explosives, anyway?
Leo continued on toward the tent, trying not to turn it into some kind of panic situation. Ina knew what those sort of consequences would be.
Lita feigns innocence and sips something from a coconut, probably...
Mahri stares at Lita after she steals her drink then sighs. She was about to say something when whistles and banks and the sudden flare of lights illuminationg the bar catches her attention. The fireworks had ended a while ago.. Turning slowly, those eyes get wide at the display on the ships anchored off shore. "What the..." At least the sails weren't lowered. That would have been a huge disaster. "Lita is that...?" she squints at the shadowy figure on the decks. "That's your friend. The little...uh...fox..thing. Isn't it?"
Arlyeon s' definitely living up to the family name right now, because as those fuses hit their inevitable destinations, the air is filled with a chorus of shrill shrieks, as countless fireworks ascend in near unison. Purples blossom outwards in the sky, flowers burning against the dusk, only to be cut through by dazzling red lines, punctuated by bright golds that seem to defy the coming night- before fading one and all. Beautiful, and ever so distracting- because a savvy spectator may have noted the way countless sparking trails have all wound their way into the navy ship in near unison. Though, A less than savvy spectator would still be hard-pressed to miss what happens next - given the rolling cannonade that goes off. Beach side, this amounts to countless balls of seemingly saccharine glitter.