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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

"It only makes sense. Wearing leather clothing into the water seemed like a bad idea. I see some of you have...clothing for the water? I don't understand why, really. It feels nice against the skin."

She gently splashes in his direction.

"Yeah, that's definitely not wise." Ugh, grow up, he tells himself. Eye contact. He can do eye contact.

"Yeah, it's like... just a cultural difference. I'm human, we're not generally taught to be all... natural. Uhm. I'm sorry, are you an elf?"

"Yes, I'm an elf of the Wolfriders tribe. I'm surprised a human knows that--we're used to being called demons or spirits by your kind."

She meets his eyes with a wry little smile. "You seem like less of a threat than most humans I've met. You're not much more than a cub, aren't you?"

An elf. A real elf. Oh, be still his Dungeons and Dragons loving heart.

"Uhm, where I'm from Elves aren't actually real," he explains. "They're just in books and stories. But humans are usually total dicks, so I'm not shocked."

He tries not to giggle at that because where he's from a cub is... definitely not what she means.

"Uh, yeah. I'm twenty-four. If that means anything. You might measure time differently, actually. Uh... Old enough to have left home?"

It takes her a moment and counting on her hands to convert the numbers; four-fingered hands have led elves to a base eight system. "Three eights? Yes, that would be a grown human, where I'm from. Old enough to have children of their own in some cases."

"Yeah, some people do. Uh, I don't." A shrill little cackle at the idea.

"I've had two--though my daughter Crescent was killed by humans, many years ago. My son Dart still lives, though, and even has a son of his own--though I rarely get to see the boy, he lives with a different tribe of elves than I do."

She tries to keep the bitterness at her daughter's death from being directed at Kyle; he didn't have anything to do with those events, and doesn't seem to hold the same ancestral contempt for her kind that most humans she's encountered do.

She looks way, way too young to be a grandma. But: elves. Damn, maybe Tolkien really wasn't that far off. Aside from the height thing.

"I'm sorry about your daughter," he says with genuine sympathy.

"Her spirit rests. Perhaps someday, Strongbow and I will have more cubs." Except...he's not here, and she is. That complicates that thought somewhat, in ways she's trying hard not to examine too closely.

"In the meantime, there's plenty to do here. What do you do, to help out?"

"Oh, uh, I work at the greenhouse and the diner," he explains. Only then does he realises how rude he's being - his mother would have a fit.

"I'm Kyle, by the way. Sorry again for being weird."

"I'm Moonshade. What's a diner, and what do you do there?" The greenhouse, she's been introduced to, but other staples of modern human society are just outside her understanding.

"Oh, it's a place where we make food! We've just figured out how to make flour, so that's a game changer. Tommy - he's the guy with the white hair, killer cheekbones? - he pretty much runs it."

"Ah. Cooking." There's something a little dismissive in the tone of her voice there--she tends to eat like her wolf does, everything raw, no vegetables. "When I get into a rhythm with hunting the fluffy pink animals around the area, would bringing some of the meat there be useful to you and to Tommy?"

"Oh, yeah, totally," he agrees with a smile. "You sure seem to be adapting really well. When I first got here I had no idea what to do with myself. I'm only JUST getting my ass off the ship and maybe into a real building."

"It's how a tribe works. Everyone does what they can to be helpful. I know nothing about cooking, or about the technology here, or piloting a ship, or growing plants. But I know how to hunt, how to skin animals and how to tan hides. This is what I can offer everyone. And for the rest, I suppose I'll be relying on everyone else. Yes? That is the Way."

She pauses. "But for now, I am staying on the ship. Which is a little awkward for Steadypaw. He doesn't like the way the ship smells."

"Yeah! That's exactly what we're having to do here."

He blinks. "Is... that your dog or something?"

"Well, no. I'm a Wolfrider. Steadypaw's the wolf I ride, currently. I think he's currently pestering Cobb, trying to get some more meat before it goes on the grill."

Because that's what a beastie like him is bound to do.

"If you ever see a grey wolf near the diner, don't feed him table scraps, please."

Kyle looks back toward shore, and sure enough that's together an extremely large dog or an actual wolf sitting by the grill.

"Oh. I won't, no. Promise. Wow, he's pretty."

"Do you want to meet him? I can call him over."

The admiration Kyle has for the wolf draws a broad easy smile out of Moondance. He's right, Steadypaw is pretty.

"How about when we get out? So you don't have to suffer wet dog smell all night."

He really is enchanted, though. This is like seeing one of his beloved fantasy novels come to life.

"Is that common, where you're from? To have wolves?"

"Only among my tribe. The Go-Backs ride reindeers, the Gliders have eagles. The Sun Village have zwoots, but those are hardly partners. They're tame little grass-eaters, and hardly have any personality. They're tasty, though. Not unlike the glownies. But we Wolfriders have lived in the woods and ridden wolves since the time of the High Ones."

There's a whole history lesson there if he wants it.

He looks positively spellbound. "Wow," he breathes.

"That's so cool. And not like anything where I'm from. Not at all.

"Is it weird to be in a city, now? Even one as trashed as Temba."

"It is definitely weird." She nods slightly, moving out a little deeper to where she needs to tread water a little. Obviously Kyle can still stand fine where she is, though.

"I think if I saw this city at its peak, as it was before, I would be more intimidated than I am. Right now, it's broken and full of people who are working together as a tribe."

Kyle's six foot two, so he's definitely good to stand.

"That's a pretty apt description, yeah," he agrees. "The people here are pretty great. Oh, say, what ship are you on?"

"The Bishop? I've only met part of the rest of the crew--not our pilot yet." Both the name of the ship and the word 'pilot' are a little awkward for her, words new to her vocabulary since arriving here. "But Echo and Cal both seem very nice, at least. I think I'll learn a lot from them."

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