Surf's up!

[indigo_league]

Who: Everybody!
Where: Fuchsia City Beach
When: July 15th
Summary: Get yo beach fun on


As far as perfect summer days are concerned, this one is as perfect as they get. The sun is warm, the breeze brings just the right amount of needed refreshment, and the ocean waves are totally gnarly. Because that is what you say when a wave is good.



Seeing as this party has been 'organised' by a group of beach bums, their surfing buddies, and a group of very relaxed Pikachu, it's best not to expect anything too structured out of the day. That would totally harsh the vibe. No, this is very much a 'show up whenever, do whatever, be chill' sort of meet-up.

There's a little stand where visitors can rent all manner of surfboards, wakeboards, and floats. Not for rent, but definitely for fun, is a giant, blow-up Cresselia float. Anyone wanting to join the party need only climb on board to be towed across the water by the surf-stand owner's Blastoise, which is having just as much fun as you are.

Always able to Detect an opportunity, several smaller stands of local merchants can be found selling everything you could ever want in the name of hydration and refreshment. Ice-cream, sodas, fresh water! You name it, and someone is bound to have it.

And while there really are no organised events, ever so often the surfers (human and Pikachu alike) will hold impromptu surfing contests. Feel free to join them. Or feel just as free to tap someone on the arm for some surfing lessons. You might even snag a small, electric instructor.

Speaking of snagging an electric buddy -- that, unfortunately, is the one rule this party does have: No battling and catching the Pikachu!. If you happen to hit it off with one and have a defining character moment after which it decides to stay with you? That's fine. But seriously. No battle. Not even mock-battles between friends. Vibes. Harshed. Let's not.

As evening begins to creep down on the shore and a beautiful sunset bathes the beach in golden light, a bonfire is lit, and food starts appearing everywhere.... though it is all, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you swing), strictly vegetarian. Anyone craving a good, meaty burger (or an old-fashioned marshmallow) better have brought their own, because here you will find only vegetarian substitutes.

So feel free to drop by, catch some waves, share some food, and who knows, maybe you might even make some new friends. As they say --



Surfs up~!

Comments

[hythlodaeus]

[Hythlodaeus decides to let that particular sleeping dog lie. Besides, there is something he has to tell him, and it's not great, but... Steven almost said his name so many times. He had to fess up, even if the timing was terrible.]

[But... That could wait a little while.]

[Hythlodaeus scrounges in his purse until his hands touch the coldness of a can, and he brings out a still-chilly tall beer. It almost looks like a red bull in his hand. He cracks it open and takes a sip before wedging it into the shaded sand.]

There's no meat, as far as I could tell. But it's probably good for you, every once in a while. [As he takes a bite out of the veggie burger. He at least chews it halfway before adding his thought.]

For your blood pressure, that is.

[amaure]

For my—

[He pointedly whips his head to stare daggers into Hythlodaeus' soul.]

My blood pressure is fine! Besides, it is not as if all I do is consume meat! I have no aversion to vegetables and the like! I love your pita and hummus, after all.

[Emet could not sound any more offended if he tried. Aggressively taking a bite out of the tofu, as if such indignation in his eating would prove anything.]

[hythlodaeus]

You are getting on in age, which I have ascertained comes with specific risks.

[ Hythlodaeus' smile brightens slightly. ]

Forgive me, as I am a newcomer in the whole nuance of mortality. But it does sound as if your body is trying to shut down in preparation for death.

[He takes a long swig of beer, his feelings unreadable]

[amaure]

[His chewing slows until it stops, and he just...stares at Hythlodaeus.

After a long moment, he swallows.]

...Can we not simply enjoy the beach together, or must you insult me at every pass?

[hythlodaeus]

'Tis simply concern for your mortal form and the inherent drawbacks! There is hardly any intended insult...

[And he means it! mortality does make him a little anxious...]

But... Surely you can handle the deterioration of your corpus.

[amaure]

[He stares at him, blinking a few times because he's honestly just...bewildered by all of this.]

Hythlodaeus.

[His voice is stern and even.]

This is not how you show concern for me. Now, I did not come out here for you to bring up the mortality of my body, certainly not in this way you choose to go about it! Well am I aware of this affliction we both suffer. Honestly. I've half the mind to leave you here, if this is the company you plan on being.

[hythlodaeus]

[A warm smile still adorns his features.]

Come now, I'm still learning my own way around this physicality... Whatever context you ascribe to my concern is yours and not mine!

[He says with a gesture in his shoulders, his body falling into place after. After a moment, he says with consideration:]

What sort of company would you prefer?

[amaure]

[He shakes his head at the first part, because really Hythlodaeus? But, honestly...he knows better. Knows how he is. Placing his plate down on the towel, he reaches into his purse bag, and pulls out a can of beer for himself. Opening it, he's about to take a drink when Hythlodaeus asks that question.

Pausing a moment to look at him, he then turns his attention back to his beer. Taking a drink of it, before pulling his shawl back over his shoulder, covering himself a little. Way to make a guy feel great...]

...Well, someone who would not take this exact moment to speak poorly of me, regardless of what concerns he uses as an excuse. You certainly had no issues with my body before.

[His expression sours as he keeps his eyes to the water.]

Mayhap I'd prefer company with a better topic of conversation.

[hythlodaeus]

Yet it is hardly speaking poorly of you. The care and maintenance of artifice that comes closer to its breaking point is not a betrayal nor a criticism of the service it has provided until that point.

Besides this, you speak often and vehemently that this body is not yours. I care only to consider it in this context; in relation to your use and the expected limits.

[He takes a long drink of his beer.]

And unfortunately, even if you wish for better company, you mainly just have me.

[amaure]

And what do you suggest I do? Spin back the hands of time? 'Tis not so simple. Your observations hold no value, they help nothing! I'm certainly not getting any younger listening to this nonsense.

[Now he's sharply looking at Hythlodaeus again. This is not what he came here to do...bicker about this older body he's in.]

You are right that all I have is your company, but you could cease this prattle and my suffering of such would lower exponentially. I daresay I might even enjoy myself, now wouldn't that be novel!

[hythlodaeus]

No, no, nothing of that sort...

[Hythlodaeus drops it, he should at least allow Hades to enjoy himself here... He finishes his plate of food fairly quickly, leaving the potato chips for last.]

...Help me tie up my hair, and I'll help you with your sun screen. I would like to swim for a bit.

[amaure]

Mm.

[He considers ignoring that request and just drinking his beer and eating his tofu, but then acquiesces with a labored sigh.]

Fine, fine.

[With another drink of his beer, he puts it down, and shifts so that he can fuss with Hythlodaeus' hair. Stroking his fingers through the long, white locks as he gathers it in his hands.]

With how much you have, perhaps braiding it might be best. Tell me, did you bring aught to tie it with?

[hythlodaeus]

Oh, of course— [He reaches into Hades' purse and drags out an elastic that he found somewhere.

A braid will be perfect. [He shoots him a soft smile over his shoulder as he positions himself facing away from the other. He sighs against sensation of the touch, closing his eyes as he enjoys the warmth of the sun on his bare skin.]

...So. How has it been between you and your little boyfriend?

[amaure]

[He takes the elastic and rolls it past his hand into his wrist, before he starts working with Hyhtlodaeus' hair properly. That smile, of course, stirs warmth in his chest, as is often the case. So too does the intimacy of running his fingers through Hythlodaeus' hair, before sectioning it off to start the braiding process.

Pausing when he hears the question, he stares at the back of Hythlodaeus' head for a long, silent moment, before he starts to work again.]

Fine. Great, actually. Better than I expected.

[beat]

...You are not jealous, are you?

[hythlodaeus]

...That is good. I'm happy you have someone new to play with. [And he sounds as genuine as he always does with his affect.]

Hmmm...

[He relaxes into the gentle tugs and manipulations of his hair.]

I could admit to a little jealousy, I suppose. Since I have to share time with him and your work.

[And they've both awkwardly avoiding actually boning down since the weird weekend.]

[amaure]

[Emet's silent again, but he plays it off like he's just focusing on his task. A poor cover, when he knows that Hythlodaeus is aware that he can multitask with ease.]

If you are jealous, I do not see how it is you can be happy about it.

[Again, he focuses on the braid...Hythlodaeus, why do you have so much goddamn hair!?]

I do suppose we will have even less time when your budding business of degeneracy takes off, hm? Whatever will you do about that, I wonder...

[hythlodaeus]

[ He just decided not to cut it one day and, well, you know. One thing inevitably led to another. ]

I can be more than one thing at a time, can’t you?

Is it only degeneracy when I do it? [ He makes a breathy little laugh. ]

But truly, he must be providing some quality that I lack. That... cacophonous soul, for one.

[amaure]

You can, but usually when such things are not in direct opposition with one another.

[He's forgotten how soothing it is to do this. Playing with Hythlodaeus' hair, braiding it...]

Well, I suppose the entire thing has been greatly soured by that company you choose to keep. But let us not talk about Dirk, I see not how it will help aught at all.

[Side stepping that soul topic, yep.]

Though, I will say this: you know his and my partnership is to an end. It is naught you must worry yourself over.

[hythlodaeus]

You’re simply using him, then?

[ Oh you wanted the last word? ]

You saw the chalkboard, I hope. [ As if he could miss it, being right outside his bedroom. ]

[amaure]

We are making use of each other.

[But he quickly turns his attention to the better topic.

Though, he lowers his voice, considering what it's about.]

Of course I did, is Steven truly so stupid? I cannot say I am surprised you were able to weasel so much out of him, but that he would believe you'd be interested in joining is...absurd.

And while I know you are wont to blather, might I suggest you keep such information to yourself. Should any of that get whispered into the wrong ear, I might very well suffer for it.

[hythlodaeus]

[Is that so? He isn't sure if he believes it.]

Well, I asked him about his goals... And he did tell me every aspect I could possibly name. He's looking to raise his rank— quicker than you might mind, and he's certain that bringing me in would do just that. I cannot say that I'm feeling terribly ardent about the idea of being the newest member at a secretive crime syndicate, especially one that bars outsiders from attaining top positions and gates privileges behind such.

It sounds like quite a bit of extra work that would surely get in the way of my own designs.

[To the last bit, he gives him a soft smile]

But of course. That would not benefit me in the least.

There was one little thing that caught my eye. Can you guess what it is?

[amaure]

[He listens as he finishes up the braid, rolling the elastic band down his wrist, tying off the braid with it. He then, almost playfully, tosses the braid around Hythlodaeus' shoulder so that it lands on his pectoral.

He can't help but let out an amused huff at that bit about Steven worrying himself with outranking Emet-Selch. It doesn't surprise him, the man's petty in all regards. Maybe especially when it comes to ones that don't matter.

Tilting his head, he quirks an eyebrow with a knowing grin.]

I could pretend you have dignity and suggest the labs, but I know better than that.

[He turns to look at his beer, grabbing it.]

Access to me, would be my wager.

[hythlodaeus]

[He lets out his breathy little giggle when the heavy braid comes over his shoulder. He turns, unearths his beer, and winks.]

I already have a lab I don't have to share.

[Not that he's going to stop cooking drugs at home]

But that would be it. With how you go and make enemies... [He says with a soft teasing lilt in his voice.] Perhaps I should. To keep you from falling down anymore stairs, at least.

[amaure]

My kitchen is not a lab, Hythlodaeus.

[He says that rather deadpan, completely unmoved by that cute wink nor giggle. Especially not with that second part! He scoffs, clearly annoyed.]

I need not your doting protection. I can handle myself just fine. If Steven attempts any such barbaric behavior with me again, he will certainly regret it. And little do I need you interrupting my work, besides.

[hythlodaeus]

Did I not tell you? I have a sponsor for my chemistry. The space should be ready this week...

[He sips his beer, letting Emet-Selch bristle.]

If I've done it right, he shouldn't so much as be able to lift his hands towards you. [But, he had him there. Sort of.]

Oh come now. Surely someone with my expertise could only be a boon for... Whatever it is you're doing, precisely.