[Open Log]

[bearshermark]

Who: Elliott and OPEN to ALL Different!
What: Beach Partyyy!
When: May 31st, all night
Where: Rockaway Beach
Rating/Warnings: Will update if needed



It's a good spot.

Two diagonal picnic tables are parked a within roasting fork distance of the fire pit. It starts as a small, flickering fire, but once everyone's gathered, Elliott takes the opportunity to kick the night off and turn up the heat with the aid of a few magical fireballs.

There's hotdogs and an overlaying grill to cook up Yotsuyu's mix of meat and veggie kebabs. A cooler filled with soda and water bottles sits further away to avoid premature melting. Cookies and marshmallows or s'mores feature as dessert- or dinner, if that's anyone's preference.

For entertainment, Roselia makes a live, musical debut with Lisa as its sole performer. Meanwhile, Elliott does his best to encourage socialization and facilitate any necessary introductions. There's even a volleyball net and ball, and at least one attempt is made to form teams and get a game going.

But for the quieter sorts, dark, ocean waves lap at the shore outside the firelight. The weather is perfectly clear, and the location affords a rare opportunity to enjoy the stars. There might even be a cat playing in the sand somewhere nearby.

Some accouterments (like cutlery or extra chairs) might have been accidentally overlooked.

...He tried okay.

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[neverjedi]

He looks York's direction, looks mildly startled and then laughs, softly.

"Hey you. Yeah, tonight's turning out to be pretty damn nice. You been having a good time?"

[howkickassiam]

"It's been nice, yeah. Haven't had a chance to play a good old-fashioned game of beach volleyball, though."

Forget how new that sport actually is, in the scheme of things.

[neverjedi]

"Clearly you need to gather up people and get an other game going. Or just tap me and we'll play by ourselves while everyone else has moved on to something else."

He has no idea how old beach volleyball is, but even if he did he probably wouldn't be too fussed.

[howkickassiam]

"We should play a game, after a bit," he says. "Man. It's kind of weird to have this whole like, in-built group of friends now, isn't it? I don't think I ever would have met any of you without all this weird shit happening to us."

[neverjedi]

"I'm game - especially on sand." It would do his knees and back some favors. "It is pretty weird to have a whole community spring up like this. Kind of nice, though."

[howkickassiam]

He shrugs loosely. "I like it. Just not the reason."

He shakes his head a little, trying to avoid delving into that same old topic again—why this is happening to them, what it all means.

"Did you bring any snacks?"

[neverjedi]

Ben is kind of sick to death of speculation and trying to work out the whys.

"I'll take the silver linings and I didn't. Wanna go make smores with me?"

[howkickassiam]

"That sounds excellent," he says. "I don't think I've had a s'more since I was a kid."

He hops up off the ground and starts for the area around the bonfire. There's a small table set up with the items they need to roast the marshmallows and assemble them with chocolate and graham crackers. York picks up a slim metal roasting stick from the table. It already has sticky marshmallow stuck to its tip.

"One or two?"

[neverjedi]

He followed along, gravitating as much toward the fire as the food this time. "For me, one. Go ahead and roast my marshmallow along with yours though, if you're okay with it." A pause. "That sounds like some really strange innuendo."

[howkickassiam]

York grins.

"'Hey baby, want to stick my marshmallow on your pole?'" He laughs, sticking two marshmallows on the stick. "I don't know."

[neverjedi]

He cracks up and laughs outright. "Yeah, almost exactly like that, with some bonus inclusion for it getting hot and sticky."

[howkickassiam]

York steps toward the fire and starts roasting the marshmallows, still laughing.

"You like yours toasted dark or light?"

[neverjedi]

He shakes his head slightly, still grinning. "I like mine lit on fire, blown out and immediately scraped off onto my chocolate." Which still sounds vaguely weird to him but it is also an absolutely honest answer.

[howkickassiam]

"Perfect, just how I like 'em," he says. He dips the stick into the flames.

Moments later the treats have been assembled and York carefully takes a bite, trying not to get melted chocolate and marshmallow all over his face.

"Mmm," he says, truly delighted in the flavor.

[neverjedi]

Ben is trying to be reasonably neat about it, but it's a damn s'more. "It's delicious, but I'm going to have to swim and scrub off with sand after I'm done with it."

He... does not do sticky.

Even when it's marshmallow.

Just. No.

[howkickassiam]

York chuckles.

"I guess that's as good a way as any to get cleaned up."

[neverjedi]

"Not really, but it's readily available?" He'll take what he can get, though as he makes his way past the halfway point and things get messier, he's regretting his choices.

[howkickassiam]

"Oh, god," he says, as he tries to pull the s'more away after a bite and a string of marshmallow stretches between his mouth and the treat. He does his best to mitigate the situation but yeah, he ends up getting some on his chin.

[neverjedi]

He goes to help but realizes his hands are too sticky for that to be very effective and just laughs, helplessly. "Looks like we're both going swimming."

[howkickassiam]

"Could be worse," he says, and then finishes the s'more. He grabs a napkin off the table and tries wiping the stickiness off his face. It helps, but there's still a sticky residue left when he's done.

[neverjedi]

"In many ways. Including if I was a less polite person." He's teasing with that one. "Come on, let's go either swim or play volleyball. Otherwise I might have to socialize more with strangers." God Forbid.

[howkickassiam]

"Swim," he says. "Wash up this crap first."

He leads the way to the water, strips his shirt and shoes, and starts rushing into the waves.

[neverjedi]

Obi-Wan takes his sandals off, leaves his shirt and follows in at a more leisurely pace.

Yeah. Tonight is good.

[howkickassiam]

York walks in to thigh depth, and then dives forward to swim on the top of the waves, bobbing in closer to waist depth. The water is slightly chilly, but feels good.