Under the Sea (Open)

[poeticverses]

Characters: Jehan, Grantaire, Byrn, and everyone who wants to join them!
Date: April 23rd, midmorning to late evening
Location: The edge of the turtle!
Situation: Swimming! A picnic! A party!
Warnings/Rating: I'm going to rate this PG-13 for naked/nearly naked people, alcohol, and smoking. Also R's mouth. And apparently terrible mythological comparisons.

[Jehan has never been this happy, he doesn't think. The ocean. The blue, warm ocean. He gets to see it again, gets to swim in it with his friends, gets to enjoy it. He's so happy.

Of course, he's taking a long moment to shed anything but his coat once the group gets to the edge. It's a beautiful shade of blue and he can't not admire it.]


((ooc: go crazy!))

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[virginprice]

[Alcuin probably won't be able to avoid a sunburn today, no matter how he tries- though he does spend a great deal of time under the sunshade, he also enjoys the shallower reaches of the water, paddling or floating. His swimming lessons have done some good, but not enough to make him feel comfortable going where it's deep.

He's having a rare good time, though, whether he's enjoying the touch of the water against his skin or lounging on the edge under the shade he brought, eating fruit and watching his friends.]

[lecentre]

[If Alcuin wished to go to the deeper reaches of the water, Courfeyrac would have gladly aided him. As it was, he was still glad to see Alcuin (and everyone else for that matter) having such a good time. He pulls himself from the water at one point, with every intention of flopping down next to the man and enjoying the shade with him.

And perhaps stealing a piece of fruit while he's at it, grinning impishly as he pops it in his mouth.]

[virginprice]

[Alcuin bats at his hand teasingly, too slow to stop him from claiming his prize.]

Really, my dear, you might just ask. I have no qualms about sharing with you.

[Though he doesn't mind having it stolen, either. He offers him another piece from his fingers, this time.]

You are enjoying yourself, I hope? You look like it.

[lecentre]

Asking isn't nearly as fun.

[He leans over to take the piece of fruit with his teeth, smirking as he leans back.]

It is a nice change from everything. I hope you're enjoying yourself too, cher.

[virginprice]

It can be, if you do it right.

[He licks the juice off of his fingers delicately so they don't get sticky.]

I am, the weather is wonderful, the water warm, and the company nearly everything I could wish for. I am quite content.

[lecentre]

[He watches, smiling faintly.]

I'll work on my questioning technique in that case. I am glad that all is favorable for you as well. I do believe we all deserve it in light of recent events.

[virginprice]

Ah, that is true enough. It is nice to feel like you are warm enough.

[The cells were quite cold and Alcuin sometimes feels like he's back there if he gets a chill.]

You were swimming quite far out, yes?

[lecentre]

[He frowns at the memory, but nods. He reaches out to press his fingers to Alcuin's arm. Bit he leaves that as it is and instead grins.]

I was. You should join me when I go back in.

[virginprice]

[The change of subject is welcome, though the memories can't quite banish the sense of peace. He laughs.]

If you promise faithfully to keep me afloat, I shall. I am afraid I still swim very ill.

[lecentre]

Do you? No worries, cher, I can help with that... And gladly will, at that.

[virginprice]

I never had the chance to learn when I was younger, and I only had a few lessons here before the water began to grow foul. I can paddle a little, but that is all. Your assistance will be very kind.

[lecentre]

I will be more than glad to assist, though I'm not the most skilled myself. I will not fail you.

[He grins up at Alcuin, canting his head to the side.]

May I have another piece of fruit?

[poeticverses]

[Jehan flops down next to Alcuin after a few hours of splashing around. He's a tad tipsy, but not too bad.]

Alcuin! Are you enjoying yourself?

[virginprice]

[Alcuin holds out some fruit for him.]

I certainly am! What a wonderful idea this was, Jehan.

[poeticverses]

Thank you.

[He takes a bite. It's really juicy, and he gets some on his chin]

I am glad you're enjoying it. I just couldn't pass up a chance to go for a swim, when I heard that the waters were clear and warm.

[virginprice]

They are- I have never seen them so clear. I hope that our kind host is enjoying them as well. [He pats the ground, indicating that he means Tu Vishan.]

[poeticverses]

As am I. The poor creature deserves it. He never asked for any of this.

[He wipes his chin]

Are you staying cool? You're terribly pale--I would hate for you to take in too much sun and burn. It isn't an enjoyable experience.

[virginprice]

Indeed he did not. I hope he feels better.

[He rubs his nose where he can feel a sunburn starting.]

I think I shall burn a little, but I have done my best to preserve my complexion.

[poeticverses]

As long as you do not have the terrible experience my cousin had the first time he went to the shore with us. He resembled a lobster for a week. Boiled red is not a color that looks good on anyone, even you.

[virginprice]

[He laughs.] No, no, I cannot wear red at all well. My foster-sister could, but I cannot.

[poeticverses]

Particularly not lobster red.

[And because Jehan is tipsy and enjoying himself, he goes on a barely related tangent]

I knew of a man who had a pet lobster that he took for walks in Palais Royal gardens.

[virginprice]

No! Truly? [Alcuin can't help but laugh at the idea of that.]

Why would he do such a thing? I do not think a lobster would belong there.

[trainwrecked]

[Hey, Alcuin? Watch another guy you know run, splashing, into the water, to make his sort-of-date laugh at him. Not close enough to disturb you, but probably close enough for you to notice.]

[virginprice]

[Alcuin laughs too, watching him from his spot under the sunshade. If Bucky turns around, he'll wave to say hello.]

[trainwrecked]

[... yelp. Damned beautiful d'Angelines. The French boys weren't likely to make him feel uncomfortable about the way he looked, but this one? Then Bucky snorts at that thought of his own and waves back, then - actually swims over, less splashing, though he doesn't quite come out of the water. Yet.]

Hey. Didn't see you hidden over there.

[Not that he could miss the silver-white hair, glowing even under the shade.]