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

[aphonik]

[ Dosei is...here (?).

If you actually look, that is. He's notably far down the beach from the festivities, not at all dressed for it, sticking to his basic flick reaper outfit. Anybody (un)fortunate enough to see him when he arrived would have seen him look directly at the cooking fire and book it further down the shoreline before you could blink. Please do not follow. Or do???

Either way, despite not being dressed for the weather, you can find him in the water, up to his knees and absentmindedly kicking the water around. Is this stress relief? Is this relaxing? Who knows. He's getting his boots wet, though.

Alternatively, after a bit of splish-splash, he can be find on the beach, hunched over...what seems to be a few sheets of paper, on top of one of those pieces of wood handed out for the crafting. A pencil in hand, he seems to be scribbling something, but being so bent over his lap, it's a bit hard to tell unless you get closer...

He is existing! Unfortunately. ]

scribbling

[tylorific]

[ Unfortunately for Ramiel, Tylor can be surprisingly quiet when something interests him. So even though he isn't trying to be sneaky, it would be pretty easy to miss his sandy footfalls approaching Ramiel from the side. It's easy to see that something is being scribbled, but Tylor's gaze falls to the paper with open curiosity as he approaches.

With nothing but friendly curiosity-- ]

Hey there! You're looking especially cool tonight. But, whatcha' doing? Are you taking secret game notes? Oh, or maybe it's a pretty drawing?

[aphonik]

[ Fully focused on his project, he's assuming nobody's really going to trek all the way over here. A wrong assumption, but one he made nonetheless.

So, no, Ramiel doesn't really hear him get closer- but he does jump a bit the sound of Tylor's voice. It doesn't provoke immediate hostility like some, but he still covers up his paper with a glare. ]

Make noise when you move, christ. [ SQUINTING. ] And what's it to you.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor squats opposite him, chin in one hand. A respectful enough distance even if it's still obvious how curious he is. Like a dog, tail wagging, and glancing periodically to the paper.

But he won't pry more than a shrug and-- ] Oh, well i was just curious.

You looked so into it! So I figured it must be something pretty cool, or important to you.

You don't have to show me. [ A beat. ] Buuut if you let me borrow some paper I could doodle something funny for you.

[aphonik]

[ What is with this guy...quite possibly the weirdest person he's met here yet.

Ramiel notably pauses at the 'important' bit, letting his gaze flicker with the paper with the slightest tug of a frown. Not for long, though. ]

It's whatever.

[ Typical teenage response. ]

And I bet you're full of shit.

[ But, whatever, he's bored. So he finally tugs a paper loose from the bottom of his pile and hands it over. ]

[tylorific]

Well, I guess you'll find out.

[ Tylor laughs at the accusation, as if Ramiel had made a funny joke instead. Tylor accepts the paper happily without making any attempt to look at Ramiel's or pry any more into whatever important thing he has in his hand.

But he hides his paper at first in a mirror of Ramiel. ]

What's your favorite animal?

[aphonik]

[ Ramiel makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat, akin to a scoff. As long as he's not peeking, he doesn't care.

He lets his gaze flicker to the paper for only a second, before pursing his lips. ]

...Cat, I guess.

[tylorific]

[ No peeking, but he isn't going to make it easy for Ramiel to peek at his own either while he happily hums and doodles.

He is not a careful or detailed doodler, but it's obvious when he's done because he pauses to laugh before he holds it up in front of himself with both hands. Right where it'd be easy to snatch.

Please enjoy this little rendering of Ramiel-nya that I will draw later but for now imagine this style, roughly sketched. And he is holding a gun. ]

1/3

[aphonik]

[ He's not a HYPOCRITE....or is he.

Either way, he'll go back to hunching over his own work, making it far more difficult for himself but whatever. He disappears into the zone so much he only gets jolted out of it by Tylor's laugh, which has him turning to squint in suspicion- ]

2/3

[aphonik]

[ ??? ]

3/3

[aphonik]

[ ....Snort. ]

Could have made the gun bigger.

scribbling;

[userunfriendly]

[ The beach is a terrible environment to work in: the sand and the water everywhere, the uncertain lighting. Almost anywhere else would be better for scribbling on paper, in fact.

The curiosity itches at Winter just a little. He's not approaching so much as he is passing unobtrusively by. But if he's forced to redirect his path a little closer to crane and take a look, so be it. ]

[aphonik]

[ True! However, he's frankly seen worse, and he needs more practice. Also, he was curious to see if it'd be as easy as in real life.

He doesn't give much notice until he hears somebody get a little too close, in which he moves a hand to cover his paper instinctively before turning with a suspicious squint-

which...quickly turns to a scowl once he notices who it is. ]

You again? The fuck do you want. [ If looks could kill. ] If you touch me again, I'm gonna throw your giant ass in the water.

[userunfriendly]

[ Winter is an expert in frigid glares. The one being directed up at him warrants a tiny twitch of an eyebrow in surprise as he pauses to check menus.

Ramiel. Flick Reaper. Level... 25? The eyebrow twitches again, one fine shading more scornful. Throw him in the water, how. In the tones of someone about to deliver the cut direct: ]

Have we met...?

[ But, honestly, he's befuddled. The name "Ramiel" would have been memorable. He would have sworn he's never seen this particular player before. ]

[aphonik]

[ What. This guy suddenly decides he wants to be frigid now? The airy noise in the back of his throat resembles a scoff, but it doesn't make him any less hostile. Maybe just...more confused. ]

What, you manhandle so many guys you start forgetting them?

[ Rude, because he's very memorable. He makes sure of that. ]

Or you just found your 'elevated point of view' speech cringe enough you tried to wipe it from your brain?

[userunfriendly]

Can you not word it like that?!

[ Once was coincidence, twice is malice. He hasn't been grabbing any teenagers, nor would he?! Indignation is warring with sheer confusion. ]

Is this some kind of dungeon effect where you're compelled to speak nonsense?

[ "Elevated point of view"... what in god's name is that about. Is he the one who got hit with a dungeon effect? ]

[aphonik]

[ Hm. He's...squinting, because this guy sounds pretty different, compared to that weird happy bullshit he was on either...but. The face. ]

Who's the one who let the wind in that shitty town blow your brains loose? You were the one going off about the 'blessing of height' and something about taller people being happier. Which was total bullshit, by the way.

[ He taps his pencil on the paper in mild aggravation, although he's a bit less snappy and more suspicous. Is there something sus going on here... ]

[userunfriendly]

...The clone effect, again? But those didn't speak. I suppose it's happier than being shorter, but...

[ Wait. Clones... He had come face-to-face with another Winter more recently than that, hadn't he? He pictures Hani's cheery smile on his face. The blessing of height... ... ...

He can very well imagine it. He closes his eyes, pained. ]

[aphonik]

Not unless your clone learned to talk just to be annoying as fuck.

[ Which is now solidly noting is a very weird change, but Dosei's still pretty pissed and relatively petty, so he's not thinking about it too much.

Also, he heard that. His glare narrows a bit further, just for that, but the change of expression is noted. ]

What. Finally having an epiphany?

scribbling

[murrmoire]

[ Noé is curious about what's being scribbled so intensely over here, but he doesn't know if prying is really a good idea right now. What's he's more interested in is the paper itself.

He approaches Dosei, a little sheepish about interrupting, but he'll present his question nevertheless. ]

Hi. Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?

[aphonik]

[ Who the fuck is this clown...Dosei's head whips around as he covers up his paper, lips tugging downwards into a near scowl at being approached. one would wonder why he came here anywhere but we don't need to worry about that right now.

The request is. Unexpected. But it doesn't make him any less squinty. ]

Why. You can't get your own?

[ Most nice people would say 'sure' without much complaint. Dosei is, unfortunately, not nice people. ]

[murrmoire]

No.

[ Plain and simple!!! He doesn't seem very fazed by Dosei's everything, though. ]

You don't have to give me any, though. You seem pretty busy with what you're making.

[ Whatever that may be...! ]

[aphonik]

[ Oh, this guy's self-aware. That's almost impressive.

His frown dips a bit deeper at that, and for a moment there's just...silent contemplation. Mainly because no, he's not a nice person, and he really doesn't like giving people much of anything.

However.

If it'll keep Noe's eyes elsewhere, then whatever. Maybe he can see his own really shitty attempt at drawing something, too.

Another beat, and Dosei finally tugs one of his sheets of paper loose, holding it out like it's got rabies or something. ]

Fine. But that's all you're getting from me, weirdo.

[murrmoire]

[ He sure is! ... Kind of. But, Noé will take the paper from Dosei and nod. Dosei will even get a little grin! It's his lucky day!!! ]

Thanks! Just one'll do.

[ But before he gets to work on his own thing... ]

Are you sketching something?

[aphonik]

[ Dosei will, unfortunately, not return the grin. It is not Noé's lucky day. ]

I wasn't gonna give you anymore, anyway.

[ Just to drive that home. You know, normally.

Just as normal as Dosei shoving his hand further over his own paper, frown deepening at the question. ]

None of your business. Why do you even wanna know.