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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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"Aren't you a clever one?" She presses in when he rolls, rather than hiding. She can take a little 'damage', in order to get him good. It's probably the most pure fun she's had since arriving.

Ooh, he likes her spirit! Cayde dances this way and that to try avoiding her shots as he returns them with his own, but it looks like they're both getting pretty splattered. He laughs.

"Oh, you're good. Hunter? What're your thoughts on cloaks?"

"Cloaks? Just asking to get snagged on something in the woods. Useful out in the desert, though, keep the sun off you. And yes, I'm one of the huntresses of my tribe. You? Clearly a warrior of some kind."

She's just about out of water, so it's going to be time to refill soon.

"Mm...point. But they're still very fashionable, right?"

Cayde grins. "Oh, I'm a Hunter too. Guardian, warrior- guess that all kinda goes together."

It's harder minding your water reserves when you're having fun. Even with two water guns, he does have the tendency to get carried away. He'll have to get some more ammunition soon. And find more targets.

"Name's Cayde, by the way."

"Moonshade, nice to meet you. I've only just arrived here. We'll have to trade stories sometime." Not in the middle of the battlefield, though, not quite the right time.

"I do love a good story," Cayde agrees. "Welcome to Temba." That said, he pulls out the other water gun on him and alternates fire, blue and waning red. He hadn't shown the elf how to 'reload' but he imagine she'll figure it out herself.

Or. Or she could move in and try to steal one of his still-loaded water guns, because no one ever taught a Wolfrider about fairness. She's relying on this being an unexpected move, suddenly in his face with a hand on one of his wrists (four-fingered, her hand, oddly enough).

"Thank you. I'd say I'm glad to be here, but is anyone actually happy to be on their own in an unfamiliar world?"

"Happy? No, probably not, and a lot of us would have rather been asked formally about helping out rather than being stolen away and put to work, but hey, we make do."

Pff, it isn't like Cayde was playing fair. This is the guy who consistently looks for ways to cheat in the Crucible. So while he looks surprised when Moonshade is suddenly there, it's not without some admiration.

"You sure you're not an Nightstalker?"

She'll have her chance to grab that gun, but it also puts her in prime position for potentially point-blank shots from the one he still has. Cayde's no slouch, and for a metal man he still proves quick.

"I don't know what a Nightstalker is, as you're using the word." Red paint-water streaks down her face, but she's not afraid to take these close shots as well, almost seeming to slash as she fires the water gun in a way that wouldn't work at all with bullets (but that might indicate someone used to wielding knives and daggers as she fires in a stream across vital points).

"What I am is a Wolfrider, an elder of the tribe and Keeper of the Way."

As someone who uses knives, Cayde can figure pretty quick what she's attempting. He raises an arm to shield his face as blue water splashes across him.

"Nightstalkers are a branch of specialized Hunters, back where I'm from. Fast, tricky, good with a bow, deadly with blades. You blink and they'll disappear, just to pop up and attack when you least expect it. -you really ride wolves?"

With only so much left in his gun he's holding off of a wild retaliation, but mostly he's gotten curious to see how she fights.

"That sounds like most of my tribe. And yes, I do. I'll have to introduce you to Steadypaw, since he arrived with me."

Since he's not firing on her so much, she takes her eyes off him enough to try and find anything in the terrain that'll give her an advantage; something to scramble up or hide behind or a route to offer a retreat for her to get a refill on bluewater.

What she spots is the mouth of a cave. The darkness ahead doesn't scare her. ~~As any D&D player knows, elves have darkvision.~~ With a grin that's clearly a challenge, Moonshade begins to head for the cover of the cave.

Ooh, she had the wolf with her. Even more interesting. That's something Cayde looks forward to. He watches her look around, working out her strategy. He's glancing towards the shallows of the sea himself, but he has a feeling sand might gunk up the water gun if he filled up on that. Well, not the first time he's had to run something on limited ammunition.

Seeing where Moonshade is headed, and especially the grin she flashes in his direction, the Exo smirks and makes a dash after her. Good place for a trap but traps are only traps if you let yourself get caught in them.

The scent of sulfur from the hot springs further in catches Moonshade's attention almost as much as the many hiding spots behind stalagmites in the cave. Stripping off her leathers and going for a dip would be rather nice. But no, first we need to shoot Cayde until he surrenders. She finds a niche in the rocky cave wall, right at the entrance to a tunnel, and tucks herself in to wait, trying to be as quiet and still as possible. Trying to channel her mate, Strongbow, who never speaks aloud unless it's utterly necessary.

He's actually never been to the caves, now that he thinks about it. This is probably something to be properly rectified with some further exploration...once he finds a certain elf. Joke's on her, Cayde-6 never surrenders!!

While he can't do much for his glowing eyes, he's still surprisingly quiet for someone made of metal. He's also got his Ghost who's able to pick up nearby lifeforms on her radar, which definitely comes in handy when it's dark and there are so many nooks and crannies.

That way? He strokes the trigger of his water gun as he lines himself up for that particular tunnel path. By Sundance's sensors, the elf's close. Gravel crunches subtly underfoot as he gears up for a dash then, aiming to catch her by surprise, one way or another.

The sound of the gravel is definitely a tell to someone who has ears like hers. She turns and begins to move, but then she hears something else, skittering further down the tunnel.

"Cayde, we're not alone in here..."

She's not sure how far, how deep, or even what that sound was, but this might not have been the best place to try to play.

The Exo draws himself to a halt, water gun raised, but there's something in Moonshade's tone that keeps him from pulling the trigger. With the stillness that settles between them, he can hear something, but it's just out of Sundance's range.

He lowers his weapon, glancing towards the tunnel. "Huh. Haven't heard these things were occupied..."

"Which means the information probably isn't out there. I can Send to Steadypaw, asking him to come back us up, if we want to see what's in there. Or we can back away. Your call."

She's almost eager to go looking, but she's not armed particularly well for this.

"No time like the present," Cayde replies glibly, grinning a bit as he shoves his water gun into his belt. He's got his actual gun if needs be, and knives to spare aside from the one sheathed on his belt. Pulling a knife from his boot, he flips it and offers it to her handle-first.

"Go ahead and dial-a-wolf if you want. Let's have a look since we're here."

"You're not getting this back." Of course, a knife sized for him might be nearer to a shortsword for her. Which is fine by her. she tucks it into her belt, and looks toward the mouth of the cave.

If Cayde's sensitive to psychic phenomena, there's definitely one going on here as she reaches out to her wolf's mind in that magic elfish way. And low, about two minutes later, a whole-ass grey-furred slobber-tongued wolf arrives in the cave. And yeah, he's about the perfect size for someone Moonshade's height to ride.

"What is it with people not understanding the concept of borrowing?" he sighs, a bit overdramatically, but there's something to his tone that suggests he doesn't mind providing arms for someone who needs it.

Cayde doesn't seem to sense whatever sort of signal passes from Moonshade supposedly to her wolf, but the resulting is quite clear as they find themselves in the company of a rather large canine. The only time he sees them around back home is in Lord Saladin's company.

"Now that is nifty. All right, shall we?" he suggests, nodding his horned head towards the tunnel.

Moonshade doesn't mount the wolf, feeling more confident on foot in this enclosed space. She takes point, moving down the tunnel slowly and carefully. One hand brushes against a layer of webbing along the wall of the tunnel, which she points out to Cayde.

Even as she does so, the part of her brain holding the information granted by the Agriculture data point almost seems to wave a signal-flag, drawing her attention to the web and its potential uses. "Remind me to either find or message Lark about this, later."

Cayde holds a hand out, calling his Ghost to compile in the air above it. "Keep it low-light," he suggests, letting Sundance drift slightly behind him as he starts after Moonshade.

Optics narrow as the elf finds something, and he waves his Ghost over. "That's not what I think it is, is it?" he frowns, reaching our to poke at the webbing.

"I sure hope these aren't the same critters that went wild for nights on end. They caused some havoc in the city a few months back."

"I'm not sure if they are or aren't, but the webbing reminds me of preserver silk. I think we might be able to work with it to get cloth." If, of course, the spiders don't get too defensive of their work here. "Or..."

She trails off, frowning slightly. "Does anyone ever get weirded out by the information the data points just dropped into their head? I think I know a recipe for something to keep the spiders from attacking a person."

"Preserver silk? -hang on, you wanna use this for cloth? Won't it be um...sticky?" Spider webs have always been, in his experience, sticky. "Sundance, let us know if anything starts getting close," Cayde tells his Ghost.

"Oh, I'm sure everyone who uses the things gets weirded out by it. That stuff isn't normal unless you're mechanical, hell- still weirds me out and I'm a robot. Which is why I haven't touched the things." He tilts his head. "Sooo these things're aggressive? Well that's nice to know," he says dryly. "How's that work?"

"What's a robot?" Moondance has gotten used to not knowing things, and she'd been assuming Cayde was some sort of man in armor all along. It's another case of just not having the relevant experience.

"The webbing can be washed and laid out to sun-dry to prepare it for spinning into thread. It won't be too sticky to use. My people do the same with the 'wrapstuff' that Preservers make, and that's about as sticky. As for the spiders themselves, there's plants in the greenhouse that can be made into a salve to repel them."

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