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vestigelogs2020-07-07 01:26 am
channellings) wrote in vestigelogs2020-07-07 01:26 am
lake party invite + mingle (open)
Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!
[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).
those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).
a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.
(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!
[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).
those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).
a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.
(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]
enfys eddings | open
there is, for instance, the fact she isn't wearing any pants. or, in uk parlance, she isn't wearing anything except pants: boy-leg cut, emblazoned with a vintage batman design in yellow and purple. there is the tshirt she's tied at her waist, plain dark-grey from the front and sporting the slogan GET OFF MY DICK across the back, partially readable where the knot in the front hasn't pulled it too taut and folded. there's the scarring, visible from her abdomen and disappearing up underneath the knot of her tshirt, which looks nasty and extensive and suspiciously like claw-marks where it isn't clearly surgical. there is the ponytail, french-braided from the nape of her neck and pulled high and tight and somehow still falling to her waist, thick and nearly black; from behind, were she wearing literally anything else, she'd fit right in with several current party-goers. there's the height, a respectable 5'10" in currently bare feet, making her difficult to miss. there's the fact she's definitely not wearing a bra and gravity has apparently been paid not to notice.
and then, of course, there's the axe. )
Oi, oi! ( she sticks the fingers of her free hand in her mouth and whistles— ) Am I drinking this fucking beer by myself?
( a lochaber axe is really more of a polearm; the sturdy shaft is six feet long, with a sharp spike balancing the crescent axe-blade of a foot and a half at the top of the weapon. there's a wicked-looking hook at the back of it,
from which is dangling a six pack. )
later;
He tunes out when she hollers, tunes into something else.
But at some point there's a break in the chaos, and they're next to each other. She is holding her beer and he is holding his second cola for the day, and he thinks maybe he should ask her what her name is, but maybe he is out of practice because he says instead; ]
How's not drinking your beer by yourself?
[ It's not without lowkey humour, but it's not snide either. He doesn't know what she's about. He just noticed she's barely touched her drink, because he would. ]