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

[dissimulative]

[ Oh. Sinclair isn't drowning. That's good. Oria thinks Sinclair must have eaten the stew, which is a good idea, because Oria is running out of air, so he swims back to the surface. When he gets there, he gasps for air. His lungs feel like they're going to explode. Lordt. ]

[insinning]

[ ? ??? That is very worrying movement. Just swimming back up as fast as he can, breaking the surface shortly after Oria. No gasping for breath because...underwater stew]

Oria...? What's wrong?

[dissimulative]

I thought you were drowning...

[ Ugh. Oria coughs a bit and tries to lift himself back onto the dock. ]

Orion led me here and I could find you, and I thought it was a call for help.

[insinning]

...Orion.

[Sinclair frowns at his pomchi, who rolls over, panting.

That's. Clearly discipline isn't happening with his dog. He glances at Oria in worry instead, climbing up more easily - his skin shouldn't be easily to swim in, but somehow, it feels that way. Meanwhile, Oria's skin choice seemed to be dragging him down. He'll just give Oria a helping hand, frowning in worry - it hadn't escaped him that Oria Did Not Like large bodies of water, whether it was the hot springs of beach]

Sorry. He must have gotten bored while I was trying to get back my inventory.

[dissimulative]

[ couldn't*... that's important, fingers

Of course, if Sinclair drowned in the game, he would just respawn like everyone else does in a non-PK zone. But oria wouldn't want him to experience such a thing, so that's why he wanted to prevent it. But Sinclair is fine! He's fine.

But now he's soaked and sitting on the dock and... enjoying Sinclair with the swimsuit. Hello. ]

It's fine. How did you even lose your inventory into the waters anyway?

[ Oria gets out a towel and starts drying himself off. ]

[insinning]

[Perfectly fine! Not at all disturbed by the horror fish below the waters. Sinclair frowns, looking around, and grabs another towel to help dry Oria.]

Mm. I think I clicked "drop inventory" instead of the fish I had caught. It all fell in, so I had to hunt below for it.

[Oria can enjoy the swimsuit up close even]

[dissimulative]

Uh-huh...

[ He's only half-listening because he sure is enjoying it up close. ]

You look good, by the way.

[insinning]

[His face is up here thank you! Reddening a little as he leans up a little to help Oria dry his hair. He's sure they can work to fix it again]

Ah...thanks. [Look, he's learning] I'm glad I got this one to wear, and not just the other two summer skins.

[Seriously. A pause as he glances down again]

You didn't try for anything different?

[Oria was a lot more fashionable than he was after all--but also, the fit of those clothes now that they're wet. His eyes linger a little along Oria's collarbones before they snap back up guiltily. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Now he's wondering what the other two summer skins are... ]

Nope! Don't got a summer outfit or anything and my default outfit is fine!

[ He always has it shown rather than his equipment or anything else. He has an outfit skin from the first day, but...

Anyway, Oria is fine with Sinclair drying his hair because avatar models are very convenient that he doesn't have to fix it himself. Just give it some time. ]

You wanna see me in a swimwear, huh?

[insinning]

[ Horrifying. As soon as he can, he's trading them out of his inventory thank you.

His gaze darts away a little and his cheeks redden a little more.]

Um. [He can answer this honestly without dying, can he?] ... I guess I do.

[ Though Oria's default outfit nice too and ever since that visit, he can't help but notice how low cut his shirt is... distracting...]

[dissimulative]

You don't seem very enthusiastic about it.

[ Oria is teasing, of course. He wouldn't want to wear one anyway. ]

But hey.

[ He taps under Sinclair's chin. ]

My eyes are up here.

[insinning]

[Well. Oria didn't seem to like the idea - which is what Sinclair wants to say before he's promptly short circuited]

Hm? Ah--

[He blushes harder. How unfair for Oria to say that when his eyes had been pretty low this whole time.]

Your clothes are still soaked.

[What if he drapes the towel over Oria's shoulders. There. Well hidden.]

[dissimulative]

[ He's very unfair and he can't help but to laugh a little when Sinclair drapes the towel over his shoulders. He thinks he has an idea, but he's not entirely sure yet on what Sinclair keeps staring at. ]

Yeah, but they'll dry off by themselves shortly. The game is just really convenient like that. Like how it doesn't show this.

[ He reaches over and lightly taps the crook of Sinclair's neck and shoulder. He knows. ]

[insinning]

[Why did Oria have to remind him of that. He jumps a little, automatically reaching up to cover that spot even if there's nothing to cover]

Mn. That's a good point. They really don't show here.

[Taking a tiny peak at the spot where he had left the same thing on Oria. Still smooth, unmarred skin.]

Yours too...

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ Hmmm. ]

You like collarbones, Emil?

[ He's just going to attack directly now. ]

[insinning]

[ Just end his entire life now why don't you, Oria]

That's--[ Rude?? so Rude?? Wow he didn't miss this level of blushing] --I like. Yours.

[ 100% smooth Sinclair good job]

[dissimulative]

[ So very smooth. Oria ends up laughing. ]

Emil, wanna know something?

[insinning]

...yes?

[ Can his cheeks calm down, thank you!! Maybe he needs to go back in the water and just stay there]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria won't let him on both accounts, because he reaches over to hook his finger into Sinclair's choker and pulls him over to whisper into his ear: ]

I still have it on me.

[insinning]

[Sinclair hadn't expected that. He catches himself against Oria's shoulders and.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, his cheeks wont be calming down any time soon.]

Ah.

[Does he apologise for that??]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs a little. Oh no. Sinclair is so cute. Oria lets go of the choker and sits up straight again. He wants to tease him some more, but he feels like he broke the threshold for the moment. ]

Yeah, you s--

[ Just kidding. Nothing is going to stop this pain train. Hope Sinclair will stop Oria from saying that because if he won't, it'll be even more intensely embarrassing. ]

[insinning]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

He doesn't know what Oria will say next, but he already knows he doesn't want to hear it. So he grabs Oria by the lapels of his vest and drags him in for a kiss because he can. This is fine.]

1/3

[dissimulative]

[ Honestly? Oria deserved that. The kiss is fine though. The kiss tastes-- ]

[dissimulative]

[ —salty. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria vanishes, just like that.

Oriade has logged out. ]