[open] gotta get down on...saturday

[littlecousin]

Characters: OPEN
Date: 9/7, early afternoon through night
Location: shell edge somewhere
Situation: impromptu partay
Warnings/Rating: warn in individual threads, if necessary

This is a party. Kara had the idea and Nita managed the execution. With some Green Lantern help (the universe's most powerful weapon? great for transporting buffet tables and tiki torches) a section of "beach" has been set up with snacks, a surprisingly good bar, deck chairs, and various pool toys--where Nita came by an inflatable horsey ring is anyone's guess.

As it gets closer to evening, the grill is lit and heartier foods are available, though the selection runs rather heavily to fish, since the ocean is right there and nothing can outswim either of your hostesses. That said, you owe it to yourself to try the grilled pineapple.

Anyway, you know what to do.

[OOC: Roll your own threadstarters, and remember to mark if it's open or closed!]

Comments

[bereavements]

It's fine. It's convenient. A lot of the time I miss my own suite. It's massive. Best place I ever lived. [ A beat. ] I slept on the floor of Derek's loft.

[ He shields himself, smiling. ]

But, I don't hate waking up alone. [ KEEP THROWING THOSE OUT THERE ]

[unfettered]

[RIGHT LIKE SHE REALLY BELIEVES THAT NOW.]

Having your own space can be nice. Don't mind my suite even if it's a bit...rustic.

[Flicking water at him again, she adds:]

Show me yours after the party? Haven't been in the Fire sector much yet, much less seen the suites.

[bereavements]

I liked it. It was -- yeah, rustic's a really good word.

Yeah, sure. Try not to be too jealous. [ He flicks it back, finally. ]

[unfettered]

I won't be jealous. I live in a tree. Everyone else's is probably boring.

[She pushes her hair over her shoulder with a grin. It's nice to just talk about this. To swim and chat and pretend that everything is completely, entirely normal. Carefree, even.]

[bereavements]

[ He grins, also appreciating their quiet moment. ]

And I live around fire. You should see my kitchen.

I need to steal that icon

[unfettered]

Oh yeah?

[Erica swims back slightly, arms guiding her as her legs kick gently.]

You know how to actually cook anything in it?

YEP, ruining hearts everywhere

[bereavements]

I can make cookies. And if I can get my hands on oven pizza. Grilled cheese?

[unfettered]

I expect cookies at some point then.

[Y E P. She's volunteering you to bake for her, Isaac.

Erica dives again, only this time she grabs Isaac's ankle and yanks him down before letting go.]

[bereavements]

[ Scott will help. He's better at them. ] Wrlp. [ And then his under and arms flail before he comes up with a gasp. Wow. Erica. Wow. SPLASH. ]

[unfettered]

[Erica surfaces a bit away so he can't retaliate immediately. She is grinning, looking pretty damn pleased with herself, however. When is the last time she got to play like this?]

[bereavements]

[ He lunges, hands going to her shoulders, carefree. He's equally loving this. ]

[unfettered]

[Dodging in water when there's nothing to brace against is pretty much impossible. Isaac's successful and she goes under the water with a squawk of a laugh.]

[bereavements]

[ Swimming away. Can't catch him! (Yes you can.) ]

[unfettered]

[She can and she will. Erica gives him a two second head start before going after him, and when she reaches his ankles, she grabs one and uses it to pull herself forward enough to wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind and dunk them both down under water again.]

[bereavements]

[ This is the life.

No, really. That's the tag.

Carry on, Erica. ]