BEACH PARTY BEACH PARTY

[swordhappy]

Who: ANYBODY
What: Beach party & beach volleyball
When: today
Where: the obvious place

What better way to end the school year than with a beach party? More like, what other way is there to start the summer in style? Bring your swimsuits and your towels, and be prepared to party all day and half the night too. There's a couple of nets for volleyball, and an ample provision of balls (just in case some get, you know, pummeled with superhero strength) for the tournament. Coolers full of soda and some full of beer, a couple of kegs- ok, more than a couple of kegs. Pizza delivery somewhere around 8, and an honest to god, straight up boar roast, Asgardian style.

Have fun guys!

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[theurgetoherbal]

[This school diva brought her umbrella, thank you very much. Though if there's going to be volleyball, you can bet she'll be there.]

[detectivewonder]

[Tim has a natural curiosity about anyone else sitting back and watching; and the volleyball game hasn't started yet. While he doesn't come over to speak to her, he does glance in her direction from time to time.]

[theurgetoherbal]

[She doesn't seem to notice - for a while at least. She's kicked back in a chair, long legs cross over one another and a drink ready at hand.

Eventually though she adjusts her sunglasses and speaks while she does so. Such a posh British accent.]

If you intend to look, you might as well talk too, you know.

[detectivewonder]

Tim starts out by watching the waves. He's planning on getting in a game or two of volleyball, but he's under no illusions about the kind of party this is or how he'll fit in -- he's not unpopular at school, but the less formal the setting the more he has to coast by on athletics and charm (and more the former than the latter).

So he's staked out a spot just past the bonfire, propping his new longboard against the side of his cooler. Cool guys drive their boards nose first into the sand to show off its size, but cool guys wind up with wax and sand clinging to the leading edge of their board and fouling their control. Besides, a needle-nosed three-fin nine foot longboard, red with white racing stripes, pretty much does its own advertising, whether you plant it like a flag or not.

The dedicated surf rats in the class give him looks as they go by. Tim doesn't usually ride a longboard; he rides a triple-sing fish -- a short board, under six feet in length and ideal for spinning under your feet quickly as you slash up and down a wave (and thanks to the way water slows down just a little at the barrier, piling up liked water over an artificial reef, even on a slow day, New Moore gets awesome waves).

But you can't fit two on a fish, and he'd custom ordered this board six weeks ago, so he could ride it with Kate.

Watching the waves. Enjoying the party. Yep. This is fun.

[notinthecards]

[Lying back with his head pillowed on a keg, smoking a hand-rolled is-that-just-a-cigarette (it is just a cigarette), shirtless and sunbrowned with two decks of cards resting on his stomach, this boy is the epitome of laissez-faire cool.

[captainkink]

[ Jim peers over him ]

You look impressed with yourself.

[notinthecards]

[Remy gestures expansively, indicating more or less everything from his abs on up.]

And why shouldn't I be?

[captainkink]

It's not like you're doing anything, dude.

[notinthecards]

I do plenty. If not, how would I look like this?

[captainkink]

Like what? Toast under the sun?

[notinthecards]

Anyt'ing wrong with that?

[captainkink]

Not my thing.

[notinthecards]

You're a man of action, then.

[captainkink]

Always.

[notinthecards]

Run too fast, mon ami, and the girls, they can't keep up.

[captainkink]

Then I'll settle for the guys. Equal opportunity.

[notinthecards]

To each his own. Give this boy the easy life any day. You find plenty that suit you, too, I'm sure.

[theurgetoherbal]

Well now, you seem to be comfortable enough.

[You don't mind her leaning over you like this, right?]

[notinthecards]

[Mind? Not a bit, chere.]

Comfortable enough like rich enough. There's always more, I think.

[theurgetoherbal]

An unfortunate dilemma. Still, it's better to be hungry and curious than satiated and content.

[notinthecards]

Why not satiated and still curious?

[tyriannicull]

[ Does anyone here willingly dare to hang with the vice principal?

Whatevs, she is loving this shit. The beach is her thing, yo. And she does not have any doubts in her mind that she is the hottest person here. ]

[theurgetoherbal]

[Are we having some sort of impromptu show-off beauty contest? Because Cereza is here to win it.]

[tyriannicull]

[ Oh no you don't. She is the queen of this beach and this is the booty to prove it. ]

[theurgetoherbal]

[So we're having a booty contest now? An ass-off, if you will. Well alright then!]

[tyriannicull]

[ Hmm. Damn it. Definitely not enough of a win (because obviously she assumes she won) to be a land (ass?) slide.

So she preens herself a bit, meaning she whips around her good twelve to fifteen feet of hair and juts out her chest more than she already was. ]

[harmonic]

[ Okay. Despite the ridiculous and frankly stupid shenanigans going on, Maka is determined to make friends and get out of the apartment and yeah ok she is mostly here just to get a certain someone else out of their own apartment. But, hey, she is here now and she is determined to have fun. And make Crona have fun even if it kills her.

Besides, she blew most of her stipend on a freaking swimsuit so might as well make use of it. ]

[icanbuyafez]

[After wandering around and not talking to anyone for a while, Eleven eventually decides to take the initiative and meet some people he may not have spoken to in class before.

He addresses her brightly and without a hint of self-consciousness.] Hi! What's your name?

[harmonic]

[ Okay, random kids coming up to say hello--but she does not seem to be bothered by it or self-conscious herself. ]

My name is Maka.

[icanbuyafez]

[Eleven is too young and too not-actually-human to realize that coming up to say hello might be something that could bother people in the first place.]

Nice to meet you, Maka! People call me Eleven.

I don't think I have you in any of my classes. What grade are you in?

[swordhappy]

[She caught the boar, and she went to the generous trouble of setting it up and making the fire, but it certainly doesn't require any of her attention once that's done. What does require her attention is the cooler she's claimed for her own, and taking her well-deserved hero-of-the-lacrosse-game rest out in the sand, when there's nobody's ass to kick at volleyball.

Dare you challenge the teenage Asgardian to beach volleyball.]

[icanbuyafez]

[Eleven wanders around the party for a bit, mostly not getting involved, but eventually he moves closer, smiling a bit shyly at Sif.

He greets her cheerfully enough, though he's swinging his arms back and forth in that way kids have when they're a little unsure of themselves.] Hi! You're miss Sif, right?

[There's a slight pause, then -] I thought you did a really good job at the game earlier!

OH MY GOD CR I DIDN'T KNOW I WANTED

[swordhappy]

[She sits up, shielding her eyes with her hand to peer at him curiously. As an adult, she has little to no difficult interacting with children, but as a teenager she's not quite sure what to do about it.]

Lady Sif. [Because the distinction is still important, even at her current age!] You have a good eye. But are you not a little young to be attending high school lacrosse?

[But she sounds more curious and puzzled than displeased. Compliments? Always welcome.]

Yes, this. I love baby!Eleven so much :)

[icanbuyafez]

Oh. I didn't mean to offend you, Lady Sif. [He immediately corrects his mistake, though he doesn't seem at all embarrassed or penitent about it.]

Why would that be? I wouldn't want to miss seeing my classmates play! [His tone is incredibly earnest and sincere.]

[swordhappy]

[The truth is that Sif is still, even younger, not very good at figuring out Midgardians. It's been a long time since she was actually 17, and humans age so fast, and she remembers it being...smoother, when she was young. Or would.

It probably wasn't, though.]

I thought you were- [She makes an awkward noncommittal gesture.] Younger. My apologies. And worry not. If I were offended, you would surely know. Do you play?

[icanbuyafez]

[Well, it's a good thing Eleven isn't a Midgardian, then. Wait, did I say good?] Well... I mean, I am younger than all our classmates, but I'm not a child or anything. I'm almost twelve! [His voice had veered from nearly petulant to nearly proud at that last statement...

Just to swerve to somewhere dark and in between sullen and excited at the mention of playing himself. He looks down at his feet, now uncertain and a little embarrassed.] I'd be good at it if I could play, but nobody ever wants me on their team.

[This is obviously upsetting to Eleven, both because he really would be good at it - his tackles may not be the best (though they'd likely surprise everyone), but he'd more than make up for it with speed and reflexes - and because he tries so very hard to be a normal high schooler like everyone else, and maybe make a few friends here and there.]

[icanbuyafez]

He probably wasn't technically supposed to be at the party, but his dad hadn't express forbid it. Besides, he had said he was going out to see Clara - and he had. He just hadn't gone back home when he was done with that.

He was just a little wide eyed at all the older kids and their drinks and posturing and whatever weird mating rituals they were doing. He'd read about those in Biology, but they'd never made any sort of practical sense to him.

Mostly, though, he was excited to be sneaking about this late and acting like an adult!