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

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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

[worldbent]

Ah- h't, h't-- [Cold! Hot! Matoba makes a surprised sound and reverse-blows as the piping hot takoyaki is shoved into his mouth just after the last of the sweet condesed-milk soaked redbeans, causing a strange reaction of sweet cold and hot savory that has him twisting a face up.]

[Though the takoyaki is good....]

[Raising a hand to his mouth, he chews, eye watering slightly from the temperature, and lightly glaring at the other man. So rough, Hien-kun..........]

....Do you often find that a problem you have? [He says with a bit of a sulk to it, and plenty of sarcasm. He already knows the answer to this question, twofold. The way he hurts, and the way he seeks pleasure, both.] Holding back.

[selfconcept]

[ He looks a little smug when Matoba looks up at him with a glare. He can choose when to eat this takoyaki, the one that Hien holds out to Matoba. A second one. ]

Yeah. What's the point of going easy on someone when you can crush them thoroughly?

[worldbent]

I see.

[No, he understands Hien's logic. When dealing with an enemy, normally, you should ensure that you use enough force that the threat is completely eliminated, so that there's no chance that they will ever come back to be a problem.]

[However: that was a simple and outdated way of looking at things, from Matoba's perspective. Total force was the luxury of those that did not have to consider limited resources.]

So you can't think of another way. That's very like you, Hien-kun.

Shall I suggest another? [He chooses not to eat that takoyaki, yet.] Rather than crushing your enemies, you should change the circumstances, so that their best and only option is to become your ally by their own will.

If all you do is destroy everything that ever stands in your way, you may find one day that you have been put in a corner- one where your strength will not suffice- and you will have no options at your disposal.

[He leans forward, and plucks the takoyaki out of his fingers with a swipe of tongue. Munch, munch.]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien makes a face, not at what Matoba said, but from how he took the takoyaki. This slimy man... ]

It's all I have. If that will eventually put me in a corner, I'll accept it.

[worldbent]

No. It is what you allow yourself to have, Hien-san.

[Matoba smiles, and rolls up from Hien's lap. That's probably enough of this for today.]

[This man had such a familiar way of thinking that it disgusted him.]

But even an old dog can be taught new tricks. [Unnecessarily, Matoba stretches his arms out overhead and out on his tiptoes. Even with this skin applied to his model, he had surprisingly strong shoulders; the backless suit emphasized it. He's just burrowing under his skin, now.] Perhaps even you can learn a thing or two by playing a party-based game, hm?

[selfconcept]

[ Leave, heathen. Hien flings an inner tube at Matoba's face. He really didn't want to see that show.................. ]

That's none of your business.

[worldbent]

[BOMF. Matoba laughs as the inner tube bounces off of him, batting it away back at Hien's table before he turns to go.]

No, I suppose not.

[That sounds familiar, doesn't it?]

But something I hope you consider. For your own sake.

[Off he goes. Bye, Hien.]