Temba Beach Party!

[beholding_archivist]

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.

Comments

[kree_soldieress]

His behavior was strange, and Lauri-Ell's hands came up with Kree reflexes to catch the ball. What a weird thing for him to do.

"Fun attack? What do you mean?"

[puddledancer]

She was just as bad as Drax. Maybe worse. He pulled his lips in and closed his eyes for a split second.

"Okay, has anyone here explained humor to you yet?"

[kree_soldieress]

Wow, she was NOT as bad as Drax. His issue was a species one. Hers was just ignorance.

"If memory serves, this is the point when I am supposed to say 'I have seen your face'."

[puddledancer]

"Wait, what?"

[kree_soldieress]

"Is that not an appropriate 'come back'?" she asked. Wasn't that what humor was?

[puddledancer]

The joke boomerangs around and hits him square in the back of the head, so hard that he makes a strangled noise of surprise.

"Has anyon-- you've seen my--"

He bursts out laughing. "Holy crap, that was good. I can't even be MAD."

[kree_soldieress]

Was it good? Lauri-Ell looks concerned. Jokes are supposed to be inspiring of amusement. He didn't seem to have instant mirth!

"You are certain?"

[puddledancer]

"Oh, hell yeah! Sometimes they're even funnier when they take a second to make sense. Cuz then you're not just laughing at the person who made the joke, you're laughing at yourself for bein' slow, see."

Oh, he laughed so hard it made his cheeks hurt. Quill reaches up and rubs at one, still smiling.

"But the joke with the volley ball is that since I was throwing it to you so we could play, I was ... attacking you with fun. See, now that I have to explain it it sounds pretty lame."

[kree_soldieress]

"Play?" she asked, still confused. Oh Quill, she knows NOTHING of play.

[puddledancer]

"Uhhhhhhhh, yeah. Doing something just for the heck of it. For fun? Okay, this is super important." He points at her. "You can't be an honorary Guardian without fun. I'm gonna teach you volleyball."

Whirling around, he starts to scan the beach for anything that could be used as a net. Some poor idiot must have at least left a towel unattended... okay, good. There's one Eddie isn't using. He'll just swipe that up. Now they need stakes to hold it up ... which might be a taller order.

"See anything tall and thin? Big sticks? Tiki torches?"

[kree_soldieress]

Wait. She could be an honorary Guardian?! For real? Her face lit up and she nodded happily at the very suggestion.

"I could knock down some small trees if you would like," she offered, following Quill around a bit like a lost puppy.

[puddledancer]

"Maybe not whole trees. We need something about yea high and about this big around," he said, making the appropriate gestures. "What we do is we put the posts in the ground and tie the towel to them to make a net, and then we mark out the playing field. This is gonna be so Top Gun, you're gonna love it."

[kree_soldieress]

His gestures leave her frowning. She really needed to think of something for that.

"Perhaps umbrellas? Would that work? And what sort of gun is on top?"

[puddledancer]

"Ehhhh, umbrellas are almost good enough but they're a little short," he said after a moment's thought. "And, no, sorry, there - there's no actual gun. Top Gun is a movie, a story from Earth, and there's a part of the story where everybody plays this game I'm gonna show you."

[kree_soldieress]

But the towel is also too short, so why should short umbrellas matter?

"Alright, I would like to play the game. But I do not know how to make the right options. Perhaps we can look around?"

[puddledancer]

"Sure." They reach the edge of the beach and he immediately starts picking through fallen branches and other debris. "The thing about a volleyball net is that the poles are tall but the net doesn't take up the whole height of the pole. It's more there as like ... a benchmark."

[kree_soldieress]

Ah! That was a word that Lauri-Ell knew. She didn't need to ask a question for once. But she does take the larger, heavier branches from him with ease. Really, humans are so frail.

"What is it meant to indicate, this benchmark?"

[puddledancer]

"It's the spot you have to hit the ball over in order for the serve - which is like a throw, but different - to count. If it hits the net after the serve, you can still play it, but the first time you have to get it over. Also, you can't hit it outside the two poles holding the net up. It's a skill thing."

He finally sees a few good contenders for net poles, and holds one up. "Perfect. Like this."

[kree_soldieress]

A skill thing. This sounds good. Lauri-Ell inspects the thing he has selected and picks up the others. Better to have options.

"This sounds like a lesson in control of strength and hand-eye coordination. Kree normally do this with shooting practice and sparring."

[puddledancer]

"Yeah, there's a lot of hand-eye and stuff, and timing! But it's not for fighting, it's not so you can eventually shoot or kill people. It's just ... for its own sake. That's what 'fun' is. Doing something just because you can, and because you like it. Not because you have to."

He starts carrying things back over to the beach, surveying the perfect spot to set up their one-on-one court.

[kree_soldieress]

"For it's own sake?" she echoed, frowning as she said it.

Wait, how does he justify the 'do it because you like it not because you have to' when he is in fact making her so so?

"How does one know they like it to even try it?"

[puddledancer]

It's a lesson in how fun works so that she can eventually quantify it for herself, that's how. Easy.

"You don't! Not until you try. If you don't like it, you never have to do it again. That's the fun thing about hobbies. You try a bunch until you find something you like. Me, I'm big on dancing. But you're already really coordinated and strong, so I figured you'd probably like sports."

[kree_soldieress]

"Yes, I am meant to be coordinated and strong," she noted. She was meant to like war, but refused to enjoy it the way others did. But if there was a way she could enjoy her strength, she would like that.

"I shall try."