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

[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.]