Open | The Epicurians Present: The 1st of September Beach Bash!

[bleatingedge]

Who ► Leo & Anyone that wishes to join!
What ► BEACH PARTY!!
When ► September 1st
Where ► Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve
Content Warnings ► People will be drunk. Will add to if needed

[The time has come... for fun! Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve has been decorated with all the niceties that a beach party requires - docks for fishing, large umbrellas to hide from the sun, several tables with sets of chairs for sitting and conversing, and the most obvious addition: a massive roaring bonfire with a big cooking mesh over the top of it for barbecue cookin'!

Leo's wearing a fishing hat and aviators alongside his trademark loincloth-and-nothing-else getup for maximum dissonance. From his position on the other side of the bonfire, he waves a hand at those arriving.]

Welcome to the Beach Bash! Snacks and drinks are on the tables, bottles of sunscreen and crafting tables are under the umbrellas, and complementary fishing gear are at the docks for your convenience. Have fun, friends~

[Emperor Grunty is also here, should you wish to annoy him! He's currently laying in the sand with a reflector. What? Grunties need their sun too!]

Comments

TY FOR BEING A HERO SO I DON'T HAVE TO GO FIRST

[userunfriendly]

[ Surprise, Michel is here! Where the people are. Despite his mild human allergy. Unlike Oria, he is in swim trunks. He doesn't really have much interest in the barbeque, but he plunks into a seat across from Oria to just stare in fascination.

How many plates are you going to go through, Oria. ]

heck yeah

[dissimulative]

[ Oria goes through two more plates before finally regarding Michel with a raised eyebrow and then shoving a rib into his mouth if possible. Eat something?! Damn. ]

[userunfriendly]

Gh?!

[ All he wanted was to hover here like a pale crow counting plates. How could Oria have betrayed him like this?? Operation rib stuff is successful and leaves Michel staring balefully at him, both hands raised to his mouth as he tries to figure out how not to choke or make a disgusting mess of it. ]

Wh-what— [ a barbeque-stained cough ] —was that for?!

[dissimulative]

You like watching people eat?

[ He knows that's a Thing somewhere in the world. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ The look Michel is giving him conveys an entire volume of "don't make this sound weird." Because that absolutely sounded weird. ]

I was waiting until you didn't have food in your mouth to speak.

[ It's not his fault that that means waiting a while! ]

[dissimulative]

[ He will make it sound weird, because dude?? Right in front of his bbq?? ]

Then you could have asked a question first.

[ Anyway, he will pause eating for now as he wipes his own face and hands with a napkin. ]

[userunfriendly]

I was transfixed. It was like watching a python.

[ (Affectionate). Anyway, he's snagging a napkin for himself to try to clean up whatever damage Oria did to him with that rib. Augh. He's like a bbq sauce vampire now. ]

Enjoying the party? [ There's a question! ]

[dissimulative]

[ Well... that comparison isn't so bad. In fact, it sounds kinda cool, so he'll let it slide. ]

Yeah! The food is great!

[ And just that, apparently. ]

And what about you? I thought you wouldn't like parties like this.

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel isn't even going to question that part. Oria and food, after all. ]

Ordinarily, no. Call it a novelty. [ A beach where he doesn't burn! ] I'm surprised you still have an interest in gatherings where you accept food from strangers.

[dissimulative]

It's a bit different here. I don't think most of the playerbase knows who I am, so they wouldn't have a reason to spike the food in the first place.

[ Trust is a difficult word, so Oria always has to try and find logical ways of explaining himself. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Once again, they're on a parallel wavelength there. Michel tips his head a little wryly. ]

Most. [ Without quite meaning to, he glances around to see if he catches sight of Sinclair. ] I can see why you would make time for the beta. Have you ever thought about just retiring?

[dissimulative]

No.

[ That answer is delivered without hesitance. ]

Never. I don't want to—even if it's for the sake of losing all the time I invested into it, I...

[ --don't know how else to live, is what he finishes in his head. His pride won't let him. ]

... would hate seeing all those old guys thriving because I quit.

[userunfriendly]

Even if it means surviving to see it?

[ A little hesitation might have been much more reassuring there. Michel sighs and leans over towards the drinks. ]

Your "treasure trove of information" was more cursed than you implied.

[ "Look up my family," Oria says with a smile. "It'll be a good time," Oria says. At least it isn't news to Michel that the internet is exhausting. ]

[dissimulative]

Surviving to make sure those old guys don't get what they want? Hell yeah, I think that would be worth it.

[ Vindictive, this guy. Oria has fruit juice next to him, because he won't be drinking alcohol. ]

They say "knowledge is power" and that "ignorance is bliss", so surely, it must mean that you were prepared to keep burden of said knowledge.

[ :) ]

[userunfriendly]

[ All well and good for Oria, but Michel is going for the wine. That's a reasonable beach drink, probably. ]

...Ignorance is only bliss if it's possible to stay that way. [ If even then. As far as burdens go, will Michel notice one more? Probably not. ] What do you mean, get what they want?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria won't fight on that, honestly. Live your best online life, Michel. ]

I'm fighting them for the business. I'm not inheriting anything.

[userunfriendly]

[ Live your best life today, by tomorrow someone could be horribly murdered— ]

...Why not? Isn't that what your mother wanted?

[ He's not going to reference those events any more directly than that in public, but. The question remains. ]

[dissimulative]

There's no point in inheriting something so big if you don't know how anything works just to run it to the ground in the first year.

[ That's why. He's gotta be worthy and all that. ]

[userunfriendly]

It's difficult to lose that much money so quickly even if you're truly incompetent.

[ Just look at Georges (affectionate). Michel shrugs slightly in acknowledgment, though. ]

You take it more seriously than I expected.

[dissimulative]

You'd be surprised!

[ Haha.............. Ha.................

Anyway. ]

Is it because I don't seem to be the serious type of person?

[ He grins. Oria is definitely kicking his feet in the air, anticipating Michel's response. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ What's that reaction... does he even want to know the story there. ]

Partially. And partially, that those in a position to have things given to them have a tendency to take them for granted. I would have understood if you resented it as well.

[dissimulative]

[ does he want to take another bite of the forbidden fruit ]

Well, you're right. I did resent it. I used to, but I'm over it now.

[ It sounds Oria really does mean it though. This kid has really strong willpower. ]

Ironically, this position made it so that I can't take anything for granted. I actually have attempts on my life several times a year.

[ He just says that like it's nothing. Yeah. Michel wouldn't have found that bit on the news, because... well, the family company shut them all up. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ It's impressive that Oria can say something like that and honestly sound like he means it. Michel respects that about him...

But that look isn't lasting long on his face when Oria keeps talking. ]

At the very least, can you not say that as if it's normal?!

[dissimulative]

But it is normal. For me.

[ Yeah........................... all the kids are fucked up, Michel. ]

Normalcy is subjective because everyone has their own standards. And this is mine.

[userunfriendly]

No. Acknowledging that it happens is refusing to look away from the reality of your situation. But accepting it as normal — speaking as though it's natural that someone wants you dead is another thing entirely.

[ It might sound like semantics, but he clearly feels pretty strongly about this. What the hell, Oria. Why are rich people like this? ]