TEL VISHAN BEACH PARTY

[akito]

Characters: OPEN
Date: Saturday, August the 9^th
Location: The Shell 'Coastline' nearest the Water Sector
Situation: Baby Turtle Beach Party!

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At the edge of Asti's shell there are coastlines of natural deposits that make up the closest thing to a 'beach' that they'll ever find in Keeliai. It's here that the official Tel Vishan Beach Party is set to take place. All turtle 'parents' will have gotten a message from their respective hatchlings about said party (perhaps a nice change from the whining and the temper tantrums).

Temporary shaded areas built with poles and sheets for weary parents or hatchlings who do decide to come, and some simple snacks and refreshments have been set up as well. There's a fishing net set up to act as a volleyball net for the day, and a ball waiting in the sand for some players.

The rest is up to those who come.


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SWIMMING

[ironwood]

[akito]

[ While originally Akito had planned for a pool party, it was quickly brought to his attention that a pool wouldn't be able to contain the sheer amount of turtle it would need to for all of the Tel Vishan. So he just as quickly amended it to be a beach party and began planning it out in earnest - food and refreshments were acquired via donations from the kedan, and conversing with Quintus about what he and he siblings might want to do while at the beach.

All things considered it was pretty easy to get everything organized, and by the time Saturday rolled around Akito was brimming with a mixture of his own excitement and run-off from Quintus.

After making sure everything is set up, the first thing Akito does is jump into the water to cool the hell off, clothes be damned. ]

[gathersnomoss]

Zelgadis isn't sure what he's doing there, besides that Napoleon wanted to go to the beach and play with his siblings, and Zel promised he'd take a day off. Now he's wading out, watching the turtle play in the waves. He nods to Akito.

[akito]

Akito recognizes Zelgadis from the network, and is glad that more people are showing up for the beach with the turtles. He waves a greeting.

[gathersnomoss]

"So. Beach." Zelgadis said.

Enjolras (Also Taraja) OTA:

[solo_patria]

[Enjolras grew up by the sea, and though he's spent a good deal of the summer locking himself away, overworking himself at the hospital until they pushed him out, or working on getting the newspaper running, he was hardly going to pass up the chance to let Taraja have fun with her siblings. Even though that means actually wearing what is considered bathing wear around here.

Thankfully, given the large foreigner population, that does include swim trunks, at least. In mixed company, which, with Enjolras, includes the young turtles, there is no way he is going to wear anything less, even though it feels a little odd to actually wear clothing into the sea. As it is, he also feels odd OUT of the water because of how little clothing he IS wearing, and really, the entire thing feels sort of strange to him, which is probably why he can be found spending most of the day in the water itself, racing with Taraja and any other takers, and letting her tow him around a bit while he gets back his energy.

Either way, he looks completely at ease for once, seems to be laughing more, and less guarded than he usually appears. Someone might even be able to get a conversation out of him that does not border on nervous, highly detailed, or extremely sarcastic. Care to take your chances with him?]

[unetrustworthy]

[It was actually Taraja that Midii recognized first, having known the Turtle from more than just her own connection with Riva. A sad smile graced her lips as she approached, waiting until she was recognized before placing a gentle hand on her side in greeting.]

Hey, girl. Remember me?

[Of course she would. Damian was gone, but Taraja wouldn't forget that easily. Not when Midii had taken the time to look after her even before he left for good.]

[solo_patria]

[And there was a large turtle splashing around quite happily at the sight of Midii, clearly pretty pleased to see her.]

Good afternoon, Midii! [If turtles could purr, she would have given her former caretaker a very happy one right now.] How are you doing today?

[There was also a bit of pushing her head up under Midii's hand, as if she sensed the girl's sadness and wanted, in her own way, to help. After all, it was only fair, wasn't it?

Enjolras had been a little bit further away, or rather, a bit deeper out into the water(under it, in fact), though he could sense a happy Taraja straight away by now, and made his way back over towards the both of them, pausing to shove his wet hair back off his face before he nodded a greeting too.]

Taraja is not the only one pleased to see you. Have you been well?

[unetrustworthy]

[Keeping one hand on Taraja, she turned towards Enjorlas. Taking in his wet appearance. Being underwater would explain why she had not noticed him straight away.]

Well enough.

I did not know you were her caretaker now. How long?

[solo_patria]

It has been...

[Enjolras pauses, considering this. A few months now, and a while before the festival.]

Around two or three, I believe. Around the start of what would have been June, at home.

You were very sad then [Taraja feels the need to point out.] I did not choose him for that reason, but I did want him to feel better so I tried to help.

[The last of this is addressed to Midii, very proudly, really.]

And I did a very good job too. I've even gotten him to go outside. Sometimes I take care of him instead.

[unetrustworthy]

She's an expert at doing that.

[Spoken to Enjorlas while still looking at Taraja, thinking back fondly. Many of the Turtles had that effect, but this one, in particular, had some of the most practice. That she knew of.]

[solo_patria]

She very much is.

It has been...good seems inadequate somehow.

[unetrustworthy]

[She shook her head, but in agreement.]

I understand what you mean. Their presence has a strange effect on us. Even on our emotions. I know I should worry about that...but, for some reason, I don't.

[solo_patria]

Should you? It IS strange to know that whatever guard I put up will not work with someone. That has hardly happened to me before.

[Combeferre had done it, sometimes Courfeyrac, but other than that, people rarely had.]

I almost like it, someone knowing what I think for once. There is so much less pressure to say it, now.

[unetrustworthy]

It helps that they don't seem to judge us for what they hear.

[Her biggest concern.]

[solo_patria]

Yes, there is that indeed. There is...so much wrong inside me, and so horrible. There are those times I am not certain anyone could understand, but then...

[Well, Taraja knows his darkest moments now, and seems, at any rate, to take them with a sort of stride.]

I think if I had seen my caregiver administrating an execution, I would rather have my doubts. It's been...a common enough dream, reliving it. I am so grateful she does not.

[unetrustworthy]

[Likewise, Midii had far too much blood on her hands--albeit indirectly--to be considered innocent, or to judge him for anything he may have done. She could empathize.]

[...perhaps that was why the Turtles were able to do so as well, if they were so honed in on their caregivers' emotions. They would sense that empathy as well.]

I'm grateful too. I always will be.

[solo_patria]

[Perhaps so, at that. For his part, right now, Enjolras was mostly relieved that Taraja had managed not to end up too terribly disturbed because of that. She'd kept rather quiet about asking about it too, after the first night when he'd woken from it, after he'd explained that it was part of his work in Paris.

Knowing what he did of Midii now, there was obviously something behind her answer there, but this was not a place to dwell too much on all of those things, now was it?]

I suspect that this is not exactly the sort of conversation for most beach parties, I am sorry.

[unetrustworthy]

That's alright.

I haven't been to many beach parties for this one, so I'm not really certain what kind of conversation we should be having.

[solo_patria]

[That gets a laugh from Enjolras, because, honestly? He does have to agree.]

I can safely say that this is the very first turtle party I have ever attended, now you mention it. I think there was a bonfire of some sort before this though? Maybe.

I, ah...most of my parties tend to happen in cafes.

[unetrustworthy]

...you built bonfires in cafes?

[solo_patria]

Ah, no I meant the other party on the beach, rather.

[There is rather an amused sort of grin crossing his face, not laughing at the assumption really, but at what it reminds him of.]

We only set fire to a cafe once, and it was just a small explosion.

[unetrustworthy]

Oh. That one.

[She...actually remembered that one quite fondly. Because of certain reasons.]

Why did you set fire to it?

[solo_patria]

It seems so long ago, that one. Odd, isn't it? Time seems to move so slowly sometimes, and then to speed up when you least would like it to.

[Here, Enjolras is eyedarting just a little.]

We were attempting to make gunpowder. Things got a little...out of hand. Mère Hucheloup, the owner, did not seem to mind so much at least. She fussed a little when she came in and saw a bit of smoke, but then, I suspect now, that it was less about the room than about us. She was our...something of a mother to us while none of ours were near.

[And she had stayed with them, at the barricade, until things became overrun and they had sent her home, along with the men with families who had been convinced to leave. Enjolras had thought her something of a friend back then, but now, after being the lieutenant of a crazy dragon, and the adopted father of a Taraja(because there was no way to describe her as just a turtle hatchling, really), he could see it differently.]

I wonder now, what she might think of, well, this world.

[Personally, Enjolras can imagine the woman marching on the Emperor's palace herself, demanding answers, with, perhaps a broom in hand. She'd never taken hearing of injustice quietly, as much as she had been a great help to them in planning, and helped hold everyone back from doing worse in 1830.]

[unetrustworthy]

[Ah. She had suspected, at first, it would have been some sort of deliberate act of defiance. Revenge against those who had betrayed or defied those who sought freedom.]

An accident, then.