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

[tablescraps]

( Midway through the party, Mithrun emerges from the ocean dressed in his swimsuit skin, sopping wet, arms full of kelp, shells, and those placeholder sacabambaspis fish models. His hands are covered in red little spots, possibly from trying to grab crabs and getting pinched.

He pauses, looking around at the party already well on its way, and with the expression of someone who recognizes he's late but doesn't mind all that much, he trots over to the bonfire and starts laying out his spoils right up next to the flames, apparently to cook them. The sacabampasbises, still flopping about, begin to gently roast alive. Good night, sweet princes. (It may not be too late to save them, if you're feeling sympathetic.)

Mithrun thus sits beside the bonfire, gently watching his spoils cook ("cook"), surrounded by seashells. At some point, still wet, he picks up a pile of seemingly-roast kelp, spools it onto a broad seashell like sphagetti on a plate, and bites directly into the green. He chews it contemplatively. )

... Salty.

( Thus spake Mithrun. )

[bleatingedge]

[Leo looks over from a different corner of the fire, raising an eyebrow and lowing his aviators down his nose to get a closer look at whatever the hell Mithrun is doing.]

...You know you usually kill the fish before cooking them, right?

[He doesn't stop Mithrun from doing what he's doing though, he's a bit busy with his own cooking at the moment.]

[tablescraps]

( He chews his kelp slow. He assumed as much - however... )

I figured it didn't matter either way, since it'd be dead regardless.

[bleatingedge]

[All that Leo can elicit is a shrug.]

You're not wrong I guess. But you might want to be careful when it's done. If you don't do any prep work with fish, they have a lot of teeny tiny bones that can hurt on the way down, or even get caught in your throat.

[tablescraps]

( rich boy who's never had to debone his own fish...

He considers this. )

... Do you think the game is realistic, to that extent?

( He's intrigued. )

[insinning]

[Lets pretend he told Hector the last day he saw Mithrun was today--briefly!!! Pausing at the campfire, looking concerned]

...I don't think you should cook the kelp like that.

[Here's a plate of BBQ instead, Mithrun]

[tablescraps]

( wao, real food... what is he, a real boy? )

I was wondering how the game treated the flavor profiles of items that could be gathered by the regular definition of the word, but aren't on any gatherable items list.

( He takes the plate though because he's used to just being handed things. He now has a plate of BBQ.

A moment, and he produces a water bottle for Sinclair. Zelkova gave it to him so he wouldn't overheat many weeks ago and he never used it... )

... Here.

[insinning]

Ah. Thank you.

[+1 water bottle. He frowns at the food roasting]

...I don't think they're meant to cook like that to begin with. You wouldn't get the right flavour with them if that's the case...

[tablescraps]

... Do you know how to cook?

( like, irl )

Wildcard so I can ignore the pain of reality

[gluttoning]

[wow can you hear baywatch music in the backdrop of life tonight because here comes

a dog

a black english lab actually, bounding in Morgan's direction regardless of what he's currently doing, splashing through the evening surf with a shell in his mouth

His tail wags ferociously. Play. Play.

Behind him trots a sopping wet Barrett, shaking his hair into a lot of wild directions as he tries to dry it a bit with his hands. Why is he dressed like David Hasselhoff in Baywatch from like fifteen years ago? Eh, he doesn't know and seemingly doesn't care.]

Morgan! There you are!!

it was just a bad dream, don't worry, he'll be at your game next saturday

[tablescraps]

( !! Two labradors!!!

He's surprised by the appearance of the dog, and then the Barrett hot on its paws just behind, shaking the water off. His outfit... truly somethingamazing.txt

He puts his hand out for the dog to drop the shell if it wants as he looks up at Barrett and all his excitement. He's had a dog before, so he vaguely remembers how dogs work. Kinda. )

... Hello. Is this yours?

If a hearse rolls up to the Illinois campus parking lot im leaving forever

[gluttoning]

Heheh. Yeah. Hien gave him to me for cooking him something.

[The dog obediently drops the shell in Morgan's hands, before dropping its front legs into a playful stance, tail in the air, watching Morgan's hands carefully.]

His name's Licorice.

:)

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun gazes at the dog and its black ol eyes... He gazes into it... He connects with it... He transcends understanding in this long, brilliant moment of eye contact...

And then his arm snaps back and he chucks that shell near into the sea for Licorice to chase. He's got a good throw. )

Ah. I failed my first attempt. I'll have to try again; Sinclair agreed to taste test for me, this time.

( rip sinclair )

say goodbye to this icon for a while

[tylorific]

[ Tylor predictably joins him at some point. There's peace here, probably, in the wake of re-bonded atoms. His smile is softer than it's been all week if Morgan had been around to see it. Never disingenuous, but not always filled with as much joy as it's brimming with now. It's mellow, but overflowing if someone knows where to look. He's still thrumming warmly from their call. However it ended, it's hard to not want to be near him again. As he paths to him he blinks at the fish, he takes a step backwards just to calmly put them out of their fishy misery with a quick jab of a cooking profession starter knife.

As he does, he happily sing songs to Morgan-- ]

You know, fish tastes best if you kill them first. It's just plain nicer, too.

[ Settling beside Morgan, Tylor leans back to let his arms take his weight, close enough that it would be easy for Morgan to fall back against him. Easier yet, when there's a ghost of the request for him to join him with a slide of one hand to his shoulder. Even his grin says it. But either way, he likes watching Morgan's face at this angle. Any angle, really.

He glances to the seashell meal, before laughing. ]

You're going to taste all salty now. How does salty feel?

how dare u

[tablescraps]

( Ah. Mithrun looks up at the sudden, decisive end to his fish - without protest. He's still shifting uncertain in his skin about the big broad ideas at play here - the things he's talked to so many people about, but these weren't answers they could hand to him; he had to figure things out for himself. If it were up to him, he wouldn't. He doesn't need to, doesn't want to. He'd boil in this discomfort until it kills him.

But, well - after the call and all it entailed, he guesses he might as well let understanding come his way, if it's meant to come at all. And when Tylor invites him, he does - he lets gravity shift him against him, against the bonfire, and the gentle roar of the sea.

Tylor is better this way, he thinks. )

... Brittle on the tongue. But not bad. ( He says, after a moment. ) Do you dislike salt?

o/

[tylorific]

No, not at all. Salt's like any other flavor to me though, tasty if you balance it right. Too much of anything can taste bad.

[ A beat, hand traveling up run in Morgan's hair; a natural motion he'd missed. Maybe it's selfish, maybe it is obliviousness, or maybe this is the only way Tylor knows how to smooth the discomfort he knows, on some level, still lingers beneath his fingertips. ]

But you still like sweets more, don't you?

[tablescraps]

( Hani likes salt, don't they? Slowly, he closes his eyes, though he only means to do it for a moment. It's easy for his thoughts to drift off to Hani with Tylor here ... and his thoughts to drift off to Tylor when he's with Hani. )

... Anything is fine. But I'm trying to take things with strong flavor, so I can notice what I'm tasting. I don't always.

( His sense of taste is technically fine, but he just doesn't register any of it, in the same way he wouldn't register pain. But if his sense of pain can be honed, so can his sense of taste, he thinks. )

I don't know if it's working yet, but it might be.

[threatmewted]

[She just watches all of this unfold with this look.]

[tablescraps]

( If he notices her, he doesn't pay her much mind really. But, eventually, he will remark: )

... You can take one, if you want.

( He doesn't care either way. He's assuming, of course, she's here to nab some food. His truly appetizing kelp and mystery fish... )

[threatmewted]

...Yeeeeeah, I think I'm gonna pass on that one.

You really couldn't think of any better way to get those?

[tablescraps]

The fish? They're from the ocean.

( So you can only get them through spearfishing or through your hands... clearly. )

Though, I don't think these have been officially released yet. They're not listed anywhere in the patch notes.

[trashtier]

[A distant scream suddenly grows louder...and louder...and...]

STOP!!!

[Levi comes barreling into the scene and attempts to knock the poor sacabambaspis fishies off of the bonfire with his tail. He has a bucket of sea water waiting for them if they're still flopping about once rescued from their fiery fate.]

What are you doing to them?!

[tablescraps]

( Who am I to deny Levi this act of heroism? Mithrun, startled, is no match for Levi and his bucket, and he's able to safely corral them into his bucket, crowded and a little warm, but still alive.

Mithrun looks. perplexed. )

... Cooking them?

( ???????????? looks at the bucket, looks at levi, ???? )

[trashtier]

[Phew!! Levi falls to his knees, hugging the bucket close like Mithrun was trying to kill his children or something.]

While they were still alive?! What are you, a monster?!

[tablescraps]

( Maybe Hector should've told Kara not to knock Levi up, )

They die regardless. Does it really matter?