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

It's obligatory for every man, when seeing another man grilling, to walk over and comment on the steaks. Richie has to do so. It's almost the law.

"Hey, man," he greets as he sidles up and looks down at the sizzling meat. He isn't much of a cook himself but life as a B-Lister in LA lets him recognize when something is looking good. He hums thoughtfully and nods as though approving. Like he would have any idea of how to help or give advice.

"That's looking great. You did a really awesome job with the food, here. From what I heard, the early days here weren't quite so tasty." He eyes one of the steaks and grins wider. "Just no Bantha Burgers, deal?"

"I think people had a lot of feelings about killing cute looking animals." Cobb will admit the glownies are cute and they're pretty gentle, easy going creatures but food is food. "Luckily, I'm heartless."

He grins at Richie with an easy going smirk.

"Actually, young bantha meat is the best. It's soft and tender. Older banthas are real chewy and tough. Kind of tastes off too." He's not kidding about that. "We don't often slaughter the young ones. That's a special occasion. Your two are safe though since we've got the glownies."

He wouldn't kill someone else's animals.

"I dunno if heartless is the right word. Merciless, maybe. But then we get burgers so I am not sure I mind at all." He returns the same smirk and ignores the bantha comment almost entirely. They're pains in the ass but they are still his pains in the ass.

"Do you think the meat glows? Like if we turned all the lights off? Or if it glows in our stomachs? There's all sorts of things we can experiment with."

"Well, since meat isn't made of hair I'm going to say no," he mused, scratching at his beard. The question would've been ridiculous if they were anywhere else. "All I've seen is the hair glow so I figure it's got somethin' to do with that."

Cobb's simple logic made the most sense. The Agriculture folks might know something more about the actual science behind it.

"Not gonna stop me from eatin' it." Cobb would glow if it meant real meat instead of ration paste.

Richie nodded even though he wasn't entirely sure about that. He was still relatively new so he wasn't about to go and say something about a thing he barely understood. Maybe he should go and touch that agriculture thing so he'd know more. But then again he never super loved farming so maybe not.

"I mean, as long as the glow isn't because of radioactivity, I am right there with you, pal. The food around here is fucking weird. Gel? All the weird fruits? Weird. I wish I had enjoyed more pizza in Billy's world while I had the chance."

"We'd be sick already if they were radioactive." Considering the wild glownies roamed just about everywhere around town, people would be sick. That was not an energy to mess with lightly. Cobb didn't know much but he knew that.

Cobb rubbed his hand on the apron and then scratched his beard. "Could probably try and remake it here."

He had memories of pizza from Billy's world. Since he was already recreating a few things with folks, might as well try pizza.

Richie's whole face broadcast his desperate hope.

"Dude, I will marry you if you can make pizza here. I will give you my firstborn child. I had like maybe one slice when I was in Billy-Town and it was completely wasted on me."

Cobb chuckled. Food always got people on your side. He hadn't meant to promise so many things to so many people but it wasn't a bad problem to have.

"I ain't lookin' for that sort of commitment," he said in a dry, droll tone. Well, he was but only with the right sort and Richie was not Cobb's right sort.

Someone else was.

"So you keep all that and give me a little time. I'll let you know when I've got somethin' you can try."

"You're a hero, Cobb. Best guy around here. Also, you dunno what you're missin' by passing up all of this goodness over here." He gestured at himself from top to bottom before shooting Cobb a wink and finger-guns.

"Then again...I may or may not be spoken for so I should probably not throw my hand away. Not yet, anyway..." He grinned at the other guy and elbowed him in a light, friendly way.

Cobb considered Richie sort of a harmless fool so he was pretty content missing out on whatever he thought he had to offer.

"Oh, look at you, promising a man you'll take care of him in one breath and then runnin' off with another pretty face the next." Cobb clicked his tongue and shook a finger at Richie. "Gonna leave a trail of broken hearts all around this city."

Good to see him looking less nervous and happier than the last time they talked.

Richie burst out laughing at that, enjoying the joke. "Nah... I mean, I sure hope no one but Eddie has their standards low enough to have their heart broken by me."

Still, he was grinning with flushed cheeks and an almost bashful look on his face. Too exposed and too honest. Time to deflect.

"But back to the pizza. Anything I can do to help? I mean it. Anything. I am committed to this endeavor. I'll even brave that weird box to get some mozzarella."

A sweet, harmless fool Cobb reassessed in that moment. He acted a lot like Kyle about his date. Everyone was getting soft and sweet around here which was good. No matter what, people had figured out how to live.

"You might have to because I have no idea what moserella is." To Cobb it sounded like some sort of spice or seasoning. There was a vague sense of deja vu in his mind from Billy's world but he couldn't place it.

"But the replicator has been kind when I've asked it for things. Hasn't messed up yet."

Richie blinked. "Mozzarella," he corrected. "It's a type of cheese. White. Melty. Can't have pizza without it."

Come to think of it, Cobb's willingness to help was nice but it wasn't actually all that useful when Richie actually considered what was involved. Cobb didn't know what the whole pizza process involved. It wasn't native to his planet or universe or whatever. This would have to be a joint effort.

"Okay. I'll go to the replicator and get the ingredients that I think we'll need. Then I'll hand them over and let you go wild with it. Deal?"

"Sounds like a deal." Cobb wiped his hand on his apron and held it out to Richie to shake. The whole thing would be official then. Richie would provide the ingredients and Cobb would cook them up.

That was more than a fair deal. Of course, once he made one pizza they might not have enough for a second or third. Richie might have to wait.

"I'll make sure you're around for the taste test."

"Sold, my man," he shook Cobb's hand vigorously before giving him a cheeky salute. "I'll work on that in between whatever else nonsense we get yanked into. And then pizza party for the whole team!"

Temba Beach Party!

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