revivalproject | Temba Beach Party!

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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.

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Beck's attempt to get his own ball had failed miserably, and he'd left an offering of koosh balls somewhere on the beach for people to amuse themselves with. But this could work. Sort of.

He drew up a small play area in the sand, and dragged in some foliage to act as a sort of net.

"You know how to play?" he asked, push his sunglasses (where had he gotten those) up onto his head.

"Sure do," Clarice grinned, setting her glass of sun tea down in the sand. She'd shown up in a wrap skirt and tube top - at first glance they didn't seem the best for beach volleyball, but she'd hand-sewn in some elastic to deter any wardrobe malfunctions.

"Been a dog's age, though, I think last time I played I was at UVA."

"They use the regulation creepy ball at UVA?" he asked with a teasing grin, tossing her said ball, "I'm impressed someone managed to get any kind of ball, you see what they gave me?" he asked, producing one of the many koosh balls he'd been left with from a pocket.

His comment about the ball earned a genuine, hearty laugh as she caught the ball with a sandy smack of her palms. "Non-creepy variety, I'm afraid. Would've been fun to see it played this way though."

She tossed it up in the air to get a sense of its weight, the way it played, and bounced it off her hand a few times before catching it again.

"Aren't those desk toys or somethin'? I remember folks havin' em on their desks for cases of the phone call fidgets."

The day had grown long in the tooth and darkness approached. Tommy, after a day of the best chill and smiles that he'd had in a while, had flopped down by the fire to close his eyes. Not quite sleep, he didn't trust people to let him do it, but hie eyes were closed and he was resting.

All the better to get ambushed really.

Beck had carefully laid the groundwork, avoiding the kid until now, getting in good with Clarice and hopefully selling his side of things. He perched his sunglasses on his head now that the day was ending, and approached Tommy where any confrontation that arose would be out in the open.

"...hey," he announced softly, like he didn't want to invade the kids space without him knowing, moving to take a seat with a bit of distance between them. "...I was hoping we could talk."

Oh Beck, what a mistake he was making. Tommy sneered, opening his eyes and glaring at the man.

"You better be talking to someone else, because I get that world was something else, but the temptation to break your jaw isn't small. Or passing."

"That's fair-" Beck allowed, showing his palms, "We can talk about that. Or...you can hit me if you want, I wouldn't blame you. That was..." he winced, "I feel just...awful about what I put you through, Kid."

Oh that's definitely what is making Tommy sit up now and point an angry finger in the man's face.

"Fuck you and fuck that. You were my fucking mentor, you were my boss, I TRUSTED you. And what you did to me was beyond fucking wrong!"

That Beck had unintentionally broken Tommy out of his brother's spell wasn't a positive.

"I know-" Beck's face twisted, "You were a good kid. You are a good kid, and I don't- know how to begin to make up for what I did in there. It wasn't right."

Kid. Tommy's eyes narrow more than that.

"Just because I was younger there doesn't make me a kid, Quentin. Or okay with what you know. If I was a telepath I'd gut your brain right now.

"Tommy," Beck corrected, cheek flinching a little as the use of his own first name, but naturally he had to accept it. "I'm not super okay with knowing it either, honestly. But I can't change that. I'm sorry. If you want nothing to do with me I understand, but I want to try and make amends for what I did. And show you that's not who I am. I liked you...You did good work."

Amends. Tommy doesn't stop glaring. How did someone have amends for what Quentin did to him? What he showed Tommy?

"Don't talk about my work. That's him, not me."

"You think they're different?" Beck prompted innocently, tilting his head?

Of course he thinks they're different. Even if he's had the conversation before.

"I wasn't raised by Wanda. I never got anything but a GED and that when I was seventeen. I don't get trusted to do smart people stuff. So no, I don't think they're the same. Not like they could be."

Any reasonable person would reassure Tommy, but Beck opts to try and use that lack of confidence to his advantage instead. "Then you know, we were both different people there. Whatever your brother put into our minds..."

Well sorry Beck, gotta burst your bubble.

"That's not true at all. The spell was affected by our desires. Or at least those of us closest to him. Thus Wanda having kids and being married to Vision, thus us being her sons, thus me being smart and successful and with a guy, and Billy not having powers."

"Is that what he told you?" Beck tried to pose it in a gentle way. After all, would Billy really tell the truth if he had tried to make Tommy into a better version of himself.

"Yes," Tommy answered, "And I trust him more than I trust you."

Beck was the one who had betrayed him, after all. And Tommy held grudges.

"Well I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want to hurt anyone in there. That's not me," he insisted calmly, "I know I hurt you, but we all did things in there that were-"

He sighed. "It's not an excuse. I know. And I get it. Just...try to remember that's not who I want to me."

Tommy rolls his eyes.

"Show me a hero, I'll show you someone who has fantasized about using their powers to take over the world. Plain and simple truth, it's how it works."

So some level of darkness is to be expected.

"Even you?" Beck arched a brow, and frowned in consideration. "...maybe after what happened to my world, some part of me wanted to take control, make things right," he conceded, "But I've never wanted to hurt people."

"Especially me," Tommy answered, and he offered a grin his grandfathers would be proud of, all madness in his eyes and too much teeth. "I have a really good reason to hate humans after all."

Well that's...frightening. But honestly, it made Beck look at the kid in a different light. "...I'm sorry to have given you more reason then. I just wanted to let you know-...I really did enjoy working with you. I want to make things right."

"Yeah, well, there's no right anymore. I'm not him, I don't have the chances he had and I can't be him, so there's no fixing what you did to him."

Because Tommy can't be that man, no matter how much Clarice and Billy and Kyle insisted he could.

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