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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 was at the grill. He had done a lot of prep work that morning, butchering a glownie and cutting up vegetables. He had prepared spices and sauces and generally gone all out.

For him, this was a belated Liberation Day celebration. The day he stopped being a slave and started living as a free man. It was an important day and he was a little pissed he missed it. He was making up for that now with an impressive bit of grilling.

The Agrii must have caught wind of this because they had helpfully provided some tools for grilling and an apron. Cobb had laughed and rather shamelessly put it on. Why not? Maybe it'd get him a kiss or two.

It would get him a laugh at the very least.

He stood by the grill the whole time, tending the fire underneath and the meat cooking on top. There were steaks, kabobs, burgers - which Kyle handled - and ribs. Anything Cobb made would be spicy, either seasoned that way or served with a spicy sauce. He also had grilled flatbread to make up for some of the heat.

But it felt good seeing all these folks together and celebrating. Almost felt like home in Mos Pelgo. And he was happy to chat with anyone who came by.

Of course Tony doesn't show up on time. He did most of his building during the night, after all, so there was no rush for him to arrive at the beach; the fire pit was set; the wide, shallow basin dug into the sand and filled with water for anyone shy of the open ocean; the black umbrellas pitched into the ground and ready to gather under for some respite; and the small, round tent was set back from the water where the entrance could face the expanse of the beach and the people coming together. Tony would be easier to find in one place near sunset, sitting by the bonfire in an unreasonably extravagant looking black silk robe, and plucking at the guitar and battered from his day in the sand. After all, he had been at war.

Battlestations!
The territories had been neatly defined, and the red team base had been fortified with sticks, rocks and a few shells for good luck. Behind the low, cobbled wall, Tony crouched next to the bucket of their crimson ammunition, a palette of slightly familiar glittery, red paint in one hand that he used to swipe onto the cheeks of his undefeated commandos. Undefeated by nature of this being their first mission, but undefeated nonetheless. The blue team, somewhere behind the territory line and hiding their own chosen flag, could not possibly be prepared for the slaughter they had signed up for.

"If you get eyes on the leader," he said as he dabbed more paint onto a soldier's face, "don't shoot. They'll be going brute force, we're going to take prisoners and shatter their morale." The water guns dripped menacingly with the red-tinged water, ready to leave their mark on the opposition. "There are no civilians. Only obstacles," he continued. "Everyone out there could be an enemy agent. I have it on good authority that Cobb is a high ranking advisor and should be eliminated on sight. Everyone got a buddy? Uh, partner. Wingman?"

((OOC: water fight would be unreasonable to contain to this thread, take this information and spread chaos as you wish unless you're here to engage Tony somehow!))

Hey, Tony. You were so busy with that pep talk that you didn't notice the black clothed spy sneaking up from behind.

A black clothed spy that aimed a stream of blue tinted water right at the back of your head.

"Black remains an unusual color for a beach trip." Jon notes while sitting down next to Tony, having refrained from joining the man's war. It still strikes him as a little odd that Tony went with black parasols, a black tent and now this black silk robe.

Meanwhile Jon has settles with lighter colors. His swim shorts are a mix of grey, orange and green and the shirt he is wearing openly is held in an off-white with a light grey, presumably floral pattern. He hasn't looked into Coruscanti flora enough to actually identify the print. But the shirt is light, a little wider than necessary and just right for a day at the beach. His shoes have been left in the tent. Simply to give the structure some reason aside from heating up mercilessly under Agra 10's sun.

Another odd thing to note is, that he brought some actual food. By this time most everyone has been fed and Cobb been relieved of his grill duty, but few things are better than nicely grilled leftover meat pushed into a grilled leftover bun to create the perfect leftover burger. Don't mind Jon taking a bite of his obviously lukewarm food while settling in to listen to Tony and his guitar.

The apron has been a surprise to see on the man, but it's nice to see Cobb showing that he has enough humor to not be mad with their hosts. Jon has assured that the man has his own parasol and a comparably comfortable place to sit down near the grill and doesn't have to spend the entire day standing.

The Archivist approaches with a drink in hand, wearing a pair of swim shorts and a widely cut, open shirt, off-white with a light grey floral pattern on it. Items he has been lucky enough to find on Coruscant. And he is happy enough to actually wear both. And he has enough scars on his face alone that he doubts anyone being too shocked at finding more on the rest of his body.

"I take it you haven't changed your decision regarding getting into the water." Jon says, offering the drink to Cobb.

Well, initially Kaz had thought that a large gathering of everyone in the city of Temba would be an ideal time to start pickpocketing a single hair from everyone. But unlike the northern latitude and ocean breeze that kept Ketterdam cooler year-round, the heat of summer in Temba was much more intense. Kaz had left his suit jacket behind, but that still left him in a long sleeve dress shirt, waistcoat, pants to match it, and his usual pair of leather gloves. The first three buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, but he was still miserably hot. He'd taken shelter under a beach umbrella and now sat in disgruntled silence with his arms crossed on bent knees with his cane laid alongside him. He hadn't left the shelter of that umbrella all day to try pickpocketing anyone. Now he was seriously wondering if he should leave, or if the heat would just be worse elsewhere but without the ocean breeze to help make it more bearable.

Natasha was still new to this world and getting used to her surroundings. She only had two options for clothing, the space suit and heavy duty uniform she'd arrived in, and a lighter weight uniform which she was currently wearing. After being almost completely alone for so long, it felt so foreign to be around this many people... Let alone this many happy people.

Grabbing a towel, she found a shady spot on the edge of everything where she could sit. She didn't want to intrude on anyone's fun, but it allowed her the chance to watch and learn about them. She found her eyes drawn to the water, though. Pulling one knee up to her chest, she sat and watched the waves, lost in thought.

Kiddie Pool

Padme had spread out a large blanket by the kiddie pool, with an umbrella for shade. Luke was laying on his belly in the shade on the blanket, a fuzzy toy clutched in his little fist. Padme knelt at the edge of the kiddie pool, gently holding Leia up so she could sit in the water. Leia smiled, kicking her legs and laughing as she splashed. Padme beamed, clearly having just as much fun as her daughter.

Ocean

At some point, Padme gets someone to watch the twins so she can enjoy the water, herself. She's wearing a simple swimsuit as she wades into the water, as happy as can be. She's missed the water, okay? She wastes no time diving in, her long hair streaming behind her in the water as she swims. When she finally surfaces, she pushes the hair out of her face with a grin. "Oh this is wonderful!" She says to no one in particular.

Other

At any given point of the party she can be found on her blanket, getting food (or feeding the kids), playing with her children, or swimming. As the fire is lit, she finds a comfortable place to sit with the children napping in their pram nearby. She's quite approachable and will greet anyone with a smile.

"Is there any chance I can take one of the steaks, or maybe a couple of the ribs before you ruin them all with the fire?" There's a bit of humor in the question--Moonshade knows some people prefer their meat cooked and seasoned, but she's happier biting into something fresh and raw. And those steaks look large enough that she can share one with her wolf.

Skinny Dipping
Moonshade doesn't have a swimsuit.

No, that's inaccurate. Moonshade cannot conceive of the need for a swimsuit. When she's ready to swim, she just strips down and wades out into the water, because that's just the done thing in her culture. She's clearly not worried about it, and will likely be surprised to find anyone else is. Find her about as relaxed as she's been since her arrival out in the surf, perhaps even diving for interesting shells.

Water Gun Fight
The leathers go back on for the water gun fight, at least. Moonshade, a squirt gun full of blue liquid in her hands, seems a little unsure about what's going on. It's entirely possible people of both sides will get squirted by her. A skilled archer, her aim is surprisingly true, even though she's never handled a squirt gun before.

Tonight's Howl is For You
As the sun goes down and the fire comes out, Moonshade seems to put a bit of distance between herself and the bonfire and the torches. There's two reasons for this:

1. She just doesn't like being near fire. Ever since her people were burned out of their home in the forest, ever since the death of the Father Tree and the holt built into its branches, she's not comfortable putting herself near flames.

2. Moonshade wants to howl. She heard the music earlier, the guitar playing and singing, but it's not the same as how her people sing. She and her wolf Steadypaw find a spot on a rocky outcropping (perhaps near the caves), look up to the sky, and howl in an eerie harmony that echoes over the waves and the beach.

It's a forlorn, sad sound, the song of two missing their home, their pack, their tribe. But even so, it's oddly beautiful.

Wildcard
Feel free to meet the newcomer elsewhere and elsewhen during the beach party!

The beach. Lauri-Ell is definitely new to the idea of a party upon such a thing. But with the invitation extended in general she had decided she had little reason not to arrive. Especially since a large concentration of their residents in one area meant there was possible danger of them being attacked. So the woman arrived in swimwear with her hammer in hand, and moved about the beach. After all, it was time for...

1. Surf
Yes, Lauri-Ell is aware of the ocean here. She's seen it, she's brought people to it, she's explored the beach. But never before has Lauri-Ell been in the water. Today would be an experience. Hammer still in hand she stepped toward the water, and then finally in.

"Alright," she said, "now what do I do?"

2. Sports
A ball that looked like an eye. Another might consider it a novelty. Lauri-Ell stood back from it, looking at it in disbelief. And... fear? The eye looks too... Well, monstrous. Like it might start to attack. Lauri-Ell holds her hammer toward it, a warning and a weapon ready to deal with any false moves.

"State your purpose, orb."

3. And Lounging
Only once before has Lauri-Ell had what she felt was a day of 'relaxation'. Of course such things had grown old to her rather quickly. Human television was not pleasing at all, it was confusing and frustrating. But today? No, she was enjoying today. For instance, she was now stretched out on the sand, her hammer sunk haft first into the sand. Her outstretched arm was positioned just right for the back of her hand to brush against it, sustaining the golden forcefield above her head. It's not quite a sun shade, but the force field from the Universal Weapon still served as a servicable UV screen, and she was enjoying the sun without possible skin damage thank you.

"I can extend the barrier, if you desired to rest," she spoke to whoever it was she could feel hovering nearby.

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Bucky all ready felt a little awkward being here. He didn't know these people yet, and while he'd managed to ease up a little in Delacroix, it was going to take a while before he felt anything near that comfortable here.

He felt especially awkward crossing the sand towards the kiddie pool, where he paused and offered an uncomfortable wave of his fingers and a stiff smile.

"Hey, I uh- sorry to interrupt- I just...I got this toy from the supply box by mistake, I wasn't sure if the kids would like it?" He flashed a slightly more sure smile then, taking Padme in properly now that his mission was complete. "...I'm Bucky," he added.

Hey, Tony, here's your partner in black-clothes-at-the-beach crime—though, to be fair, the swimsuit underneath her black cover-up dress is red. Red and black is her Look.

Right now, she's quiet as she settles down in front of the fire, content to relax after a long day of swimming in the water and beaning people in the face with water balloons. (Yes, she absolutely cheated and used magick. Not that she considers it cheating. All's fair.) Her legs are crossed in front of her as she listens to Tony pluck at the guitar—after a moment, she asks curiously, "Your instrument. What it is?" Her accent is distinctly Dathomiri, which sounds remarkably like Russian.

1. Arrival of Man and Machine
The timing couldn't be more perfect. Just the night before Reeve had managed to finalize the work he had been doing, and today seemed as good a day as any to reintroduce his completed work. So when Reeve walked up to the party, with a large container of sun brewed tea, it wasn't alone. Nor was it with the relatively small doll that Mini had been until now. No, now there was a full three foot tall anthropomorphic cat, one with dexterous hands, and booted feet, and even a tail. It carried another container of sun brew appropriate to its size.

Oh, and it was talking, with an obvious accent. Apparently Mini didn't just take after his brother visibly, but in tone as well. Wonder why that was.

"Ya' but why do ya think thay'll like it?"

"Perhaps they will, perhaps not. But in the end, you know what Mother always said, Mini."

"Ay," Mini agreed, his tail flicking behind him as he walked. "Ya canne get it out of ya mind."

"Indeed."

"But ya canne expect me ta jus' put on a friendly smile. This face is nah good fa smiles. Nah that I'm complain'."

2. Birbs Are Beautiful?
The advantages of Mini being able to move on his own is that both he and Reeve can have their own adventures and Mini can still call for help.

Like now. Mini had gone off wandering along the beach alone to explore. Except, uh... Well, Mini had one unfortunate characteristic that wasn't working for him. Which was his size. Mini wasn't too far off from the size of a green lobster after all, and apparently moving over the beach made him a bit of a target.

"Ach! Geh away from me ya fools! I'm not bloody dinnah!"

3. Fire Pit
It had been a long day, and a lovely one as well. It had been so long since Reeve had truly enjoyed himself in such a frivilous way, and he found himself pleased as he lounged near the fire pit. Mini sat silently at his side, eyes closed, resting after a long day. Reeve?

Reeve selected another lump of wax and tossed it into the fire. The flames leapt in a beautiful shade of green that left him looking a touch wistful.

"Looks like the lifestream," he observed, before sitting up a touch straighter. "I have to wonder what mineral salts are in these to make the color. I've never seen anything like it."

If there was one thing Lark absolutely noticed about other people, it was clothing choices. No doubt it came part and parcel with the fact that she was a thread and fabric focused mage. Yet maybe it was the fact that there was just something... Well, off about Natasha's clothing. It was in no way suited to the situation.

Dark colors like that would only serve to further warm an already pleasantly warm day. Granted Lark didn't have as much she could say given she was in a robe of handmade green fabric, but she had pulled it up a bit, tucking the excess material into the cord at her waist to hike it up higher on her legs. Even the sleeve of her robe were pushed up a bit, to let her feel more of the sea air on her skin.

"Not seeking to join the others frolicking in the sane and surf?" Lark asked as she came to a stop beside the other woman, offering her a soft smile.

Before Kaz can escape somewhere, a tall, pale, and very wet ginger flops down in the shade with him.

"Hey dude!" He gives Kaz a once-over. "You know, you're a little overdressed. Do you not know how to swim?" Because why else would Kaz be gothing it up at a beach party?

"Do I know how to? Yes. Am I going to do it now? No."

Kaz wasn't just a little overdressed, he was way overdressed and he was visibly sweating. But whether or not Kyle realizes it, every inch of Kaz's skin was covered. Kaz might be violent toward people touching him through clothes. But if that touch is skin to skin he will have a shaking, puking PTSD freak out. And his dark mood now was a result of feeling trapped and what should be a fun beach party was turning into his worst nightmare.

"Is everywhere going to be this fucking hot?"

Kyle nods. "Probably. I mean, it's summer. I don't know for sure, though - I bet somebody who's been here a full year would, though." He grins. "The water's nice, though, you should totally come swimming."

He gives Kaz a slighter closer look, then adds, "If you're comfortable, I mean. No pressure." He considers something. "You could maybe steal the kiddie pool for a little while."

This isn't the first time Kyle's worked in burger preparation, but this time is considerably less horrifying. And although Cobb clearly has the actual grilling under control, Kyle stays nearby for a time to help out, because that's just the sort of person he is. He's got his hair tied back because Food Safe, people.

"This is actually a lot more impressive than I thought it would be," he tells Cobb.

Summer in Ketterdam was a very different beast. Kaz glanced at the kiddie pool and saw Padme and the twins splashing and generally having fun.

"Let the kids play in the kiddie pool."

He looked at Kyle instead and snarled.

"Did you want something or are you over here for no reason?"

Look it wouldn't take a genius to see he was being particularly foul. It also wouldn't take a genius to see that Kaz is more than fully clothed when no one else is.

I. Gingervitus

Although not as susceptible to sunburn as some, Kyle's still half a ginger. This means that after some frolicking in the water (yes, frolicking, he's having a blast, thanks) he collapses into the shade to make sure he doesn't wind up as red as his hair.

He's fully expecting to find other people who either burn easily, or who can't stand the heat to be catching some respite from the sun as well.

"Dude. This is sweet."

BIRBS!

Being a giant nerd, Kyle's been observing the birds from his spot in the shade when he's not throwing himself in the ocean. They're beautiful, but what he really finds fascinating is their diet. The lobsters, he thinks, would be a good food source, but catching and killing them is difficult. Unless...

"We could train the birds," he murmurs aloud.

The colours!

"God, I wish we had marshmallows."

Still, just hanging out by the fire, watching people periodically change its colour, is quite relaxing. Part of it is the lethargy that inevitably descends after a day spent running around in the sun, but part of it is also just being in friendly company after a period of stress. He'll sit quietly for a while, but eventually his natural inclination to speak will assert itself.

"...so. Anybody know any ghost stories?"

Kyle, seemingly unfazed by Kaz's snarling, shakes his head. His hair makes him look a bit like a wet poodle.

"Nah, I just thought I'd come check on you. See if you needed a drink or something." He grins. "You know, bro stuff."

The umbrella that Padme and the twins were using was next to the one Kaz had been glowering under throughout the day. He'd been avoiding anything that seemed to be remotely fun but hearing a baby squealing with utter delight while her mother laughed and played with her was hard to ignore for long.

Kaz found his eyes straying over there more and more. There were just a few feet between where Kaz sat and where Luke rested. As young as the twins were, it was hard to tell, but it sure did seem like Luke was watching Kaz. Luke was examining his fingers sometimes, too, but right after another happy squeal from Leia, damned if Luke didn't smile at Kaz.

His cane would sink in the sandy beach so he was without it for the moment. This would make his limp more pronounced but he was ignoring that. he didn't have to move very far at all, he didn't even have to stand up to scoot under the adjacent umbrella to Luke's blanket. Luke promptly clasped Kaz's gloved finger. But he didn't shove it in his mouth right away, as Kaz would have expected. Being so young it was a definite surprise when Luke just looked up at him and held that finger.

"...kid you don't know what you're asking."

But Luke just looked at him in that oddly penetrating way. Kaz swallowed hard and withdrew the hand. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Carefully, he pulled the glove off the one hand and first as a test, let 2 of his fingers smooth along the skin of Luke's little arm.

It was warm, and alive and had just a little bit of squishyness that all babies have. But that was all. No inward horror for Kaz. No dead bodies piled on top of him. No flashbacks of the freezing Ketterdam harbor.

Kaz let out a shaking breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. This time Luke smiled, promptly grabbed Kaz's bare finger, and shoved it in his mouth. Startled that didn't bother him any, was just kind of sticky, Kaz couldn't help a small shaky laugh.

He was dressed in a long-sleeve dress shirt, waistcoat, pants to match it, and now a single glove. He'd been miserably hot (and still was miserably hot really) but since this would be the first time he'd willingly touched another human being's skin and did not suffer an extreme PTSD flashback in 10 years he actually had a smile hovering at one corner of his mouth when he looked up to address Padme.

"Is it okay if he plays in the water too?"

"Haven't learned to swim since we last talked," Cobb said with a little nod of his head as he took the drink. "I'm gonna stay here."

His outfit pretty much proved that. Cobb was not dressed for the beach. He had on his usual boots, long pants, and long sleeved shirt with signature red bandana. He was dressed for a day on Tatooine. Anyone else would be sweltering standing by the fire like this but Cobb was pretty comfortable.

"Besides, plenty of people are enjoying the water." He nodded towards the small naked elf swimming around. He liked Moonshade and her wild nature. She was pretty amusing.

Cobb gestured behind him to a cooler that held the meat not yet on the grill. There was plenty from one glownie. While they were relatively small there was a lot of meat under that wool.

"Help yourself." He had dealt with plenty of aliens, some that even insisted on only raw meat or certain vegetables. If she wanted something raw it didn't bother him any.

"You can take some sauce if you want. It's spicy, though." He gestured to the various bowls of spicy smelling sauces. Some where more spiced than others.

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Temba Beach Party!

Of Barbecues, Grills and other Beverages - OTA

Some Toys to Enjoy, and also Tony brought some stuff. OTA!

Battlestations

Bonfire

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In which Kaz is a grump, shenanigans highly encouraged: OTA

OTA (possible End Game spoilers lmk if you want me to avoid)

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Lauri-Ell | OTA

Kiddie Pool

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Reeve | OTA

Now Now, Socialize Nat!

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Welcome to Cobb Burger, may I take your order?

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Daywalker (aka Kyle) | OTA

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Kiddie pool

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