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.

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When Eddie spotted Clarice laying on her blanket he was instantly reminded of Bev laying out in her underwear in the Quarry. In a lot of ways, Clarice reminded him of Bev. He had no doubt they'd get along like a house on fire.

Stepping a little closer, he cleared his throat. "Hey, uh, you mind some company?"

"Hey there, Eddie. Not at all, grab some blanket." She scooted over to give him space to join her.

"Been havin' a good time out here?"

He sat down, giving her a small smile. Well, so far so good.

"Yeah, actually. I think this was a good idea. You?"

"I think it was a damn great idea," she laughed. "We all need it."

She hadn't seen much of him during their time in the City, but what she'd seen had been the culmination of what she guessed was a long, hard haul that had changed him and pushed the worst of his buttons.

"You seem like you're doin' pretty well. That's good. I was worried about you: thought Richie might introduce you to his favorite form of therapy."

He nodded, his smile widening a little. "Yeah, yeah we do."

Oh... looking away, he swallows and shrugs. "Drinking? Yeah... I... yeah I did a lot of that when we first got back. I had a lot to deal with.... a lot to figure out."

"I can get that, absolutely." She nodded. "I'm glad you got it sorted, though. I'm a few floors up from the Deep End. Consider me a chaser to those rounds if you ever need 'em again, okay? I never mind talkin'."

He nods, "Thanks. That's a kind offer. I might take you up on that... at the very least I think I'm through the worst of the guilt... so that's something."

"That's the hardest part," Clarice said, quietly impressed. "I get the feelin' you're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, Eddie."

That makes him freeze. You're stronger than you think. The words settle on his shoulders like a wet blanket. Richie...

Sighing, he slumps forward and rests his forehead on his knees. "You're the second person to tell me that." And the first isn't talking to him...

"And yet you don't sound as happy as I'd think you would about that. What's goin' on, darlin'?"

He doesn't bother lifting his head when he answers, "Richie's the other one who told me that. And he's avoiding me."

Her face falls right along with her shoulders. "Awh, shit, Eddie, honey." One hand goes to his arm before she can even think he might not care for the contact.

"I'm sorry. You need to talk about it?"

With his friends? Contact doesn't bother him. He doesn't bother lifting his head.

"He asked me out in the other world. And now he's embarrassed."

"Mm, and that was all him," she said patiently, gently. "So why do I get the feelin' you feel just as guilty about it?"

Temba Beach Party!

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