revivalproject | Temba Beach Party!

WHO: EVERYONE!!
WHERE: Temba Beach
WHAT: BEACH PARTY TIME!!
WHEN: noooooooow
Notes: Mix & Match the prompts as desired. Any format goes!
WARNINGS: Pride Birbs. It's Pride month. So. PRIDE BIRBS! Oh. And you may add your own warning labels to the respective threads, I suppose.

Isn't it amazing what people can achieve when several come together and pool their ideas and resources for a shared goal?

It certainly is in Jon's eyes, whose innate lack of creativity originally has gone as far as bringing some blankets to the beach and hoping for a good mood. What has ended up being set up on the bluish, almost purple sand of the beach is far beyond anything he would have imagined and he won't deny being glad he has reached out over the network with his little suggestion.

Of Barbecues, Grills and other Beverages

Do you remember Cobb asking for a grill to be made for him? Right. That grill can be found at the party. Kyle has offered to prepare burgers to be grilled along with whatever meat selection the diner has to offer and Clarice is the person to thank for the home made ice pops, created from native fruits such as glueberries and mangourd. Of course these are kept fresh under a parasol and in an insulated box mostly buried into the sun. That's how the majority of the drinks offered at this party are being kept cool as well.

If you want to catch one of those fat green lobsters roaming the beach as well and toss it onto the grill, you sure can try.

INTO THE OCEAN!!

You better bring your swimwear, because jumping into the water is an option. No actually dangerous creatures are this close to the shore, making swimming or potential swimming lessons very much possible.

Tony also ensured there is a little kiddie pool for the babies. And Cobb.

Someone brought an inflatable Eyeball?

Before anyone asks, it wasn't Jon. But it's there. An inflatable eye beach ball.

Any questions? Yes? Good.

Lounging in the Shade & Music

Parasols, blankets and a guitar borrowed from Cayde's bar. Sit down, relax, chat. And if you know how to play this instrument, you're very welcome to do so.

Let there be BIRBS

Have you wondered yet why those birds are in the banner for this party? It's because they are here.

At first they linger in the trees near the beach, watching and squawking and being colorful parrots. As a little time passes, they leave the safety of their trees and start coming over, sitting on parasols, hopping curiously between this oddly large amount of people gathering at their beach and in all likelihood attempting to steal a snack or two.

But if you pay close attention, you can also observe them swooping down at the nearby lobsters, easily picking them up and carry them back into the nearby forest. Apparently these birds aren't just colorful and curious they also hunt lobsters. Who could have known...

Don't forget the Caves

Actually not far from our little party waits the entrance to the caves. Take a wrong turn in them and you will find yourself in a large chamber filled with those energy crystals that make all your technology glow and go insane or result in your powers to fluctuate greatly. Take the right turn, and you find yourself at those mysterious hot springs only few know about.

To be fair, the actual party is at the beach, but who knows when the need for some privacy arises.

When it gets Dark we gather around the Rainbow Colored Fire Pit

While set up at the edge of the gathering, the fire pit Tony and Cayde have set up to have a bonfire in easily is one of the center pieces of the party. Benches and seats either brought over from Temba or crafted from different material are set up around it and once the sun begins to set and the bonfire gets lit along with the many torches set up around the party, the invitation to remain a little longer couldn't be clearer.

There's more to it than just a cozy fire, a pleasant atmosphere and the company of friends. Next to the fire pit sits a small box. In that box, wrapped in plain tissue paper, are what at first glance are little more than lumps of wax. But mixed into this wax are different chemicals and tossing these into the pit will result in the fire burning with different colors or even sparkle. Way to set the mood and linger as the party winds down.

Due to health concerns Jon does not recommend cooking any food over the chemically altered flames, thank you.

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That promise earns Tony a silently mouthed 'Oh!' in response. The concerns Tony holds privately may not be entirely unfounded, and Jon would appreciate them if he were aware of them. For now he just nods his approval before directing his attention to Tony beginning to set up the fireworks.

It is, indeed, a very simple and logical setup and he is quick to pick up and help Tony with it. "So you're saying that this is yet another collaboration." Jon offers, his tone light. "Did I tell you that I had to close off the basement when I was working with that stuff? The cats were drawn to it as if it were catnip."

They were really racking up those collaborations, almost like they worked well together, and Tony breathed a soft laugh and bumped his shoulder to Jon's for it. "They were?" he asked with some baffled surprise, having never really thought about how the mothcats might be taking any of Jon's chemical experimentations and if there was a point where it was actually dangerous for the animals to be coexisting like that. Once Tony had accepted that it didn't seem to be dangerous for Jon, he had stopped thinking about it. "Maybe that's why she followed you home in the first place, she could smell the chemistry on you. Very cerebral animals, mothcats, lots of respect for the hard sciences," he said as he stretched up onto his feet again, leaving Jon to finish the arrangement as he appeared to have picked it up quickly. His robe went whispering off of his shoulders, pooling in the dark sand and leaving Tony in the gold skin that he had been swimming in. "Addictive personalities, though, the whole group of them, you should talk to them about that," he observed.

"I still believe she was more interested in my glasses." Jon chuckles in response. "I have since learned that several of their prey animals tend to shine or glitter. They also like to lick on metal and certain rocks. It seems to all be part of their diet. Countess's liking for me... Well. That appears to have come second." He can accept that.

Jon finishes with their setup and turns to look back at Tony in time to witness the fall of his dark robe, the fabric appearing to vanish smoothly in the night for a moment. Tony's golden secondary skin isn't an unfamiliar sight and it remains far from what Jon feels like appropriate swimwear for a day on the beach. He lets out a bemused huff. "And you call me overdressed..."

With that, he gets back onto his feet as well and takes a step back to look the row of fireworks over, one end to the other, then nod his approval. "Right then." He casts a smile over to Tony. "You want to do the honors?"

"That's normal," Tony replied, still sounding very authoritative about what nonsense made it out of his mouth despite Jon trying to gently give him actual animal facts that Tony was not likely to remember anyway. "I was mostly hanging around for your cute face at first, too, but the rest of you isn't so bad." He dropped his scholarly posturing as Jon joined him on his feet to grin instead, giving a gesture of disbelief for the complaint about his sartorial choices, you don't like it?. "We could swap," he offered, then cleared his throat as he remembered that wasn't the first time he'd tried teasing Jon like that. Maybe that one should stay in the vaults for a little while.

Busily, he knelt by the fireworks again at Jon's prompting, striking a match in the snap of his gold fingers to set to the fuse. He stepped quickly away again, where he froze to watch the spark long enough to feel reasonably confident that it was set on a reliable journey, then turned his dazzling grin on Jon again with a gesture out at the water. They didn't have a lot of time before the first rocket launched, but Tony promised, "You don't even have to get your feet wet," with a hand out and ready to pick Jon up out of the sand, an entirely altruistic offer for the best seats for the show and not at all a challenge to Jon drawing away from him.

Jon opens his mouth to argue with those words at first, but closes it again two moments later to settle with a scowl of indignation, which is followed by a small huff and underlined by a blush at Tony's following teasing offer.

He gets his chance to compose himself once Tony turns to light the fuse at least. Which he is aware isn't very long, but he takes the chance to take a deep, steadying breath anyway, which still leaves him a little unprepared for the invitation out onto the ocean. "Oh? Wha-? I mean-" He stammers for half a moment, but quickly enough realizes that time is quite literally burning short, so he steps forward and takes the offered hand. "-- a-alright. Let's go!"

Potentially wet feet haven't bothered him all day, so why should they worry him now?

Jon wasn't given much of a chance to regret that choice as Tony lead him in an impatient jog across the sand to try to outrun that first charge, which was never going to be possible. They hadn't even hit the water yet when Tony heard it launch behind him, and he twisted as they went crashing into the waves to try to track its ascent, blindly wading out into the water with mostly his hold on Jon keeping him upright with any confidence. By the time the firework burst, it was high enough that the resounding crack across the ocean didn't reach them until they were knee-deep in the water, and another rocket had gone whistling up into the sky. The lights that were bright enough to obscure the stars reflected their shimmering colours on the water around them as they came streaking back down toward the ground and burnt out in a nostalgic waft of gunpowder that was quickly drawn out with the current. Tony watched the second burst with his neck craned toward the sky before he realized he had stopped and was still squeezing Jon's hand, and flashed a smile at him with gleeful pride.

Tony isn't the only one to turn around once the first rocket starts, though in Jon's case this is also because part of him needs to ensure that they haven't just blown up a part of the beach. Seeing the first rocket rise into the air draws a short sound of delight from him, before he finds himself half stumbling due to moving comparably quick deeper into the water. But he manages to keep himself steady - And somehow even keeps Tony on his feet which must be a ridiculous sight - Were anyone even paying attention to them rather than being distracted by the unannounced fireworks.

Once Tony stops pulling him, Jon comes to a halt as well and has to catch his breath even as his attention is with the second rocket climbing its way into the sky and he gets to watch this burst in it's entirety, a shower of sparkling gold filling the sky. A sight so familiar and touching past memories of much simpler times.

The third rockets launches by the time Jon becomes aware of Tony's hand holding his own. He returns the smile with a bright one of his own and closes the gap between them as silvery blue fills the sky above. "Tony, this is beautiful."

Temba Beach Party!

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