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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Nah, it was my Mom's last name, and she got it from her parents. My uncle, her brother? He was pretty prickly, though." He grinned.

"Your name's real pretty: how'd you get it? Sounds like every name's got a reason where you're from."

"Among the hunters of my tribe, I move more silently and hide in stillness better than any of the others. When my brother and I were cubs, I was able to sneak up on him seven times in eight. So the tribe name I earned was Moonshade--because I stalk like a shadow under the moon."

She smiles slightly, gesturing a little as she continues to talk. "Some keep the names they were given as cubs, instead of trying to earn a tribe name based on their deeds. My son Dart, for example. His name was almost a joke. Dart, son of Strongbow, son of Trueflight, because of course a child of that blood would be a marksman. He's since had a son himself, Bowki."

Does Moonshade look old enough to be a grandmother? Probably not. Damned elves.

She talks like someone straight out of an episode of He-Man or She-Ra, and he's utterly captivated, eyes wide, his jaw dropping ever so slightly.

"That is all so cool," Quill gushes. "You totally do NOT look old enough to be a grandma. You're - you know, a total smokin' hottie. What kind of stuff do you hunt? Are there like, dragons? Owlbears?" He tries to remember anything else from the D&D book his childhood friend had carried around like a Bible. "... Giant jello cubes?"

"...no, no and no. At least, if we have any of those things, I don't know them by those names. We hunt rabbits and deer and squirrels. And in the desert, we hunted zwoots."

She has no clue what to make of his comment about her being a hottie; the words translate, the concept does not.

He takes her lack of reaction to the hottie comment as cougar-brain: she knows she's hot, she doesn't need some idiot kid to tell her so. It tracks. He nods a little, knowing rabbits and deer and squirrels himself, but ...

"Can't say I've ever heard of a zwoot. I've got a Groot. Is a zwoot a sorta plant thing? They could be distantly related."

"A zwoot is a desert beast with a hump and hooves, but they have a face sort of like a horse and taste similar. They run in herds and can tend to stampede." She gestures a size significantly bigger than herself.

"Sounds kinda like a camel," he said after a moment's thought. "Though I can't say I've ever eaten one of those ... or a horse. ... Do they spit? The zwoots, I mean."

He started idly doodling a crude camel in the dirt with one grubby toe.

"I've never seen them spit. But they do bite." She looks at his drawing, shaking her head slightly. "They have a mane like horses, and their weight is more toward their front legs."

"Huh!" He adjusts the little drawing to suit. "Neat."

After a moment, he frowns, trying to think of something he can share that will fit with what she just told him. He's used to telling his crew about Earth, but ...

"Maybe I should tell you how I met my crew. Would that be a good Howl story?"

Moonshade nods. "Probably. Your crew is like your tribe, isn't it? I'd like to hear your story of them, in order to know you better."

"Yeah, exactly." He'll tell her about the Ravagers, too, he thinks. Maybe eventually. They were far more like a tribe in the way she'd described it. But this was one of his favorite stories.

"I'm a treasure hunter, and I'd been hired to bring an artifact - an orb, made of metal - back to Xandar, which is this big huge planet where the Galactic Federation has its headquarters. Thing was, I ran into some trouble while I was getting it, and I wanted to figure out why. So instead of bringing it back to Yondu, who was part of my original tribe, the Ravagers ... I brought it to a guy on Xandar who knew history really well. He told me what I had was bad news, but he wouldn't tell me any more than that, just kicked me straight out of his shop. Rude, right? So rude."

He pauses to take a swig of his drink, and give her a chance to answer questions about anything she doesn't understand so far.

"Is the orb magical? Something like that might explain the reaction to it, especially if it's foul magic. Some things are just...bad." So far, he hasn't gone too far out of her understanding; she even kind of gets the idea of planetary travel in general.

"I'll get to what it does," he winked. "You'll find out when I did. Anyway, I came out of the shop and there was this smokin' hot girl with green skin hanging out by the door. Dark hair, pink at the tips, black lipstick, absolutely gorgeous. She flirts with me, I flirt back - and the next thing I know she's kicking my ass and trying to take the Orb! I get it back from her and book it ... only to find out that Yondu put a bounty on me to make sure that I wasn't betraying him and selling the Orb to someone else!"

His eyes widen in incredulity, and he makes a frustrated little hand gesture, but he's still grinning. He's never actually told this story, it occurs to him, and it's a damn good one.

"By now, we're causing a scene, right in the middle of the town square near this great big fountain. The two bounty hunters are - okay, wait. I need to ask you something first. Do you have raccoons where you're from?"

"That's what you call the ones with the striped tails, yes?"

Humans, always giving animals such odd names...

"Yeah, stripey tails and masks." He held his hands up around his eyes to approximate the shape of one. "They wash all their food and eat out of garbage? You know, trash pandas?"

Temba Beach Party!

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