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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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Cobb felt more people should get comfortable with the basics of survival here. It wasn't like they had the luxury of choice. Or maybe they did since a few of them seemed to handle all the cooking.

"He's a good kid." Even though he was very nervous and worried so much Cobb liked him. He was usually fun to talk to. "He was hanging around helpin' me but I think he went to talk to someone."

That guy he had dated in the other world and was figuring things out with. Cobb wasn't going to gossip though. "Not like I need too much help now."

Echo scanned the beach for the curly-haired beanpole, nodding in agreement with that statement. "You have this. 'Least he's keeping himself busy."

Much like everyone else was today, with the assumption their minds were far from all of the nonsense they went through in the past month.

It was easy to settle into a type of silence while standing around, but he had some catching up to do. Checking in, more like – he didn't really spend the time trying to do it immediately after they returned to the reality of Temba.

"...So how've you been, Cobb?"

"It'll keep him out of trouble." Cobb didn't think Kyle got into trouble but he didn't know the kid incredibly well. He just seemed like a good one, somebody with heart.

Silence never bothered Cobb much. With the occasional crack from the fire and the sounds of people having fun around them, it wasn't really quiet anyway. He tended to the food, unbothered by Echo's presence.

"Been alright," he said with a little grin. "I'm back to fixin' up the houses and got my eyesight back from Billy's little pocket universe. Settling back in mostly. How about you?"

He couldn't remember meeting Echo in that other world but he had stuck fairly close to the newspaper and his family.

"Same, mostly," the clone began to reply, his brow lifting when Cobb mentioned getting his eyesight back. "Alright. I wasn't going to ask, but what happened there?"

Cobb chuckled softly. "Well, I was blind but not really. I could see sort of like a helmet's thermal vision. No details but outlines, you know? Merrin was my daughter. I worked at the paper and sometimes I went out and punched bad guys."

He shrugged. It was a simple life and a good life. Cobb would have fond memories of it for awhile. Some people thought it was bad and some people were pissed but Cobb wasn't one of them.

"That was my life there."

Aside from seeing thermally, it sounded like a fairly normal life. But Echo could see that the effects of Billy's pocketverse on Cobb were more forgiving than what some of the others had been through. That also included himself since he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it one way or another.

"Guess that isn't so bad," Echo smiled. A wisp of a laugh was in the sigh that followed. "Mine was...strange. I spent half of it delivering food all over the city. And for some reason, I kept getting a newspaper every morning even though I knew I wasn't subscribed to it."

When he said it aloud, it sounded ridiculous. Considering the face he made after the fact, it still did.

It had been the most peaceful life Cobb had ever known.

"I mean, that's strange but it doesn't sound that bad. It's just a newspaper." Cobb had worked at one after all. "Unless someone kept sending you the bill for that newspaper?"

Cobb felt that might make for some trouble.

Echo's was hectic, but a different kind of hectic. And he was fine with it?

He shook his head. "No bills ever showed up." Which he probably was grateful for. Expenses he didn't have to worry about before seemed to add up quickly in that life. "Just tomorrow's paper and a cat."

And it still made no sense to him.

"I could've ignored it, but I think I made it a point to try an' fix a few things before they turned out the way they did in the articles."

That seemed like the only reasonable thing to do with a newspaper like that. Well, Echo could've ignored it but that would be a heartless sort of thing to do.

"Well, we've got a nice little break here." He gestured to the party. "Everyone looks a lot happier after blowin' off steam like this."

Hopefully, everyone would refocus on the work that needed to be done around town. Cobb had gotten back to work but he wasn't sure if everyone else had. Work kept him focused. "You gonna go back to your little place on the edge of things?"

There was something worthwhile in stepping back. Whenever there was downtime on a Star Destroyer, you either took advantage of it or plotted your next course of action. Echo still did both here, keeping busy a little longer than he had originally intended, but he didn't mind taking a little extra time watching the others have at it.

"Eventually. I've been doing minor assessments, but I think I'm gonna need a fresh pair of eyes in case I've missed something," he mentioned.

"I can spare some time for you," Cobb offered. A day off from fixing up houses and other random things he did around town. "If you'd like some old eyes to take a look."

He had no idea exactly what Echo was up to out on his own out there. Cobb was a little worried about him out that far. There were a lot of dangerous things that could get the drop on a man.

Echo was a trained soldier, though, and Cobb tried to trust that.

He was a soldier out of his element, but a soldier nonetheless. The good thing about it was he wasn't strictly posting himself there; he made several different circuits around the city and kept open contact with the others so that he wasn't completely isolated.

Echo grinned. "Eyes are eyes. Even if they're old, they're still useful."

"Then I'll take a wander over one day. You up early?" Cobb liked to get things done early in the morning as much as possible. It was a left over habit from Tatooine where midday when the suns were fully in the sky it was too damn hot to do anything.

He got a lot more done in the afternoon as well. But midday he tended to stop and relax for a little bit.

"Always," Echo replied. "Can't break that routine just yet."

And he would still be doing the same thing back in the galaxy: resting, rising, and preparing – sometimes for the worst, depending on the mission.

"Never could sleep in."

Overseers would come and get the slaves out of bed real early. Work ran at all hours in the mines but those on the first shift were up with the suns. Even now after all these years of freedom Cobb still felt uneasy sleeping.

"I'll come see you in the morning then. We'll look over what you've been doin' and get it done before anyone else even gets to work." He reached over and clapped Echo on the shoulder.

That was a statement Echo could agree with. Whatever rest a clone could get was what he had to work with once he was awake. That always became a toss-up when it came to staying aware of his surroundings, but that was how it was.

"Alright. I'll see you then." The platter of food shifted to his other hand so he could return the gesture without staining Cobb's clothing. "Unless I decide to get seconds."

Ah, a few stains wouldn't bother Cobb but he appreciated the thought. Echo was good man even though he seemed like any other Imperial the first time they met. He was glad to be wrong about that.

"I'll be here until we run out of food or people stop being hungry." Eventually, he'd socialize. He wanted to talk to a few people around here. Just had to avoid the water.

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