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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[trifurcate]

[Bryn was glad that she had been at Grantaire's when Jehan had come over to tell them about the swimming. It sounded like just the thing to break up the monotony of her day to day life as of recent. Not to mention, opportunities for fun were few and far between these days. Catching Jehan's excitement immediately, she moved into action to help gather supplies for a trip to the shell's edge.

Once there, she wastes no time in settling in, and for several hours can be found in many places among their little party. Bryn delights in swimming in the ocean in the nude of course, and of course following that up with sunbathing in the sand directly after. Careful to avoid heatstroke, she even spends a lazy hour in the shade, wrapped in a sheet as she eats fresh fruit or dozes on the sand.

It's the most indulgent and free she's felt in weeks.]

[cynisme]

[it's before Enjolras arrives that Grantaire knocks Bryn on the shoulder with a bottle in offering, squatting at her side.] Come on then, have a drink and join me, I'm going back in.

[epigrammatical]

[Henry can't help but be just a bit scandalised by the sight of Bryn—who at this point is in the shade, wrapped in her sheet—in fewer clothes than he's seen some ladies go to bed in, but any sense of dismay is more than tempered by his general liking for her and his amusement at finding her thus. In his shirt-sleeves, he's unbuttoned his waistcoat by now, a nearly unprecedented display of public sartorial informality.]

I see I may have been too hasty in comparing you to the Graces, my dear Bryn—today you are a naiad.

bloop bloop ruins continuity

[notdreaming]

[ Kara meets Bryn in the graduation uniform her father gave her. It makes her socially suitable for interacting in public and has the added bonus of not making her uncomfortable under water. The best of both worlds!

She eyes the supplies Bryn has gathered. ]

I can carry those for you.

[idealisme]

[Enjolras, unnacustomed to women at the best of times, avoids Bryn until her modesty is restored. He himself is unashamedly nude, having understood that she is not the type of woman who will be offended by his presence.

But at last he approaches her, coming to sit at her side in the shade. He knows he must meet her eventually, she has joined their circle of acquantances and it would be rude not to be introduced.]

I do not believe I have yet had the pleasure, mademomiselle. I am Enjolras, a friend of Grantaire's.

[cynisme]

[The wonderful thing about having fallen wildly off of the withdrawal wagon while landside, was that Grantaire has stopped really caring all that much about rationing his wine. It's a lovely day, he feels (relatively) okay despite his usual hangover of a headache and sore bones, and while he's sure that he'll get a sunburn he still is going to take advantage of the warmth while he can.

Upon arriving he popped open the bottle he had already started (having brought three of his own for their picnic and reserving them specifically for himself), drank down half of it and began to remove his clothes. Naked as the day he was born he spends the day swimming, drinking, eating whatever snacks have been brought with a nice glass of his new favorite vintage, and napping in the sun with not a thing to cover him (except for his coat, should he get cold).]

[poeticverses]

Drinking already?

[Jehan laughs, finally coming away from the edge and shedding his waist coat and shirt. He's woefully pale]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras is not unaffected by the sudden good mood settling on the turtle. It's true their actions on Atam went less than well, but he feels better for the small bout of civil disobedience.

He does not spend much time lounging on the beach. For all that it is apparently fine that a number of women have joined them, Enjolras cannot shake the feeling that it is all incredbly immodest. But he is nothing if not self-disciplined and averts his eyes. After the first hour, it is no problem at all.

The time he does spend out of the water is among his friends, when they are by themselves or alone. Currently he has found himself next to Grantaire, quietly enjoying the sun. In his mind he composes letters which he will never send, a pratice which he has found helps orders his thoughts on the things he is learning and experiencing on the turtle.]

[philosophe]

[As he'd said, Combeferre had never properly been to the beach. Of course, he has been swimming, but Lyon is rather a large distance from any seashore. So he can be found in many places throughout the day -- swimming, of course, and sprawled out in the sand underneath one of their makeshift umbrellas with a book. He has even managed to make himself a passable sketchbook, and can be found sketching various creatures he's managed to spot during the day.

This water is the warmest he's ever felt, save from the faucets back in the city. It is freeing, relaxing, and he is very much almost perfectly content at the moment.]

[poeticverses]

[When Combeferre has settled down to read, Jehan joins him with the Orestia he found on the mainland]

Did I show you my find, Combeferre?

[trifurcate]

[Bryn's been wrapped up comfortably on the sand, dozing part of the afternoon away. When she wakes and finds Combeferre nearby, she watches him a while through half-opened eyes. He seems to be sketching, though what she can't tell. Rolling from her stomach to her side, covered from hips to chest, she props her head up on the heel of her hand and tries to take a peek.]

I hadn't realized so many of you were given to the creative arts.

[cynisme]

[For the moment, while Combeferre is sketching under the makeshift umbrella, Grantaire is joining him. He's exhausted himself (and being cheery to any extent is an exhausting activity on his own), and with his bottle safely between his knees and his back shoulder to shoulder with his friend, he's happy to be taking this moment to rest.

Social interaction when everyone's content is trying work indeed. He has a book, one of Jehan's, Oresteia, which he's read before but sees no reason not to read again.]

Mm, and what's that supposed to be? [He asks, leaning over and pointing to one of the sketches.]

[trainwrecked]

[Bucky had ended up just taking Molly and going to the shore. No specific destination in mind, just. Wandering about, relaxing. They were both due some of that, he thinks.]

[They all are.]

[So, while there's little intent to running into another party, there's not exactly much shock, either.]

[magicalpadawan]

[There is certainly not! And since they're at the edge and all, the water is pretty much irresistible. So Molly has stripped down to -- well, her underwear and bra, for lack of a bathing suit. The view is enjoyable either way, presumably, but she's kind of ...quietly staring at all the buck-naked French guys in front of them.]

I guess, uh, they ...don't believe in bathing suits.

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[epigrammatical]

[Henry has made his way out to the shore to take in the sights. Swimming is not yet on the agenda, but he is, wonder of wonders, in his shirt-sleeves. And without his hat and stick. Yes, the Victorian gentleman has shed his outer carapace for the day.]

[poeticverses]

Get back here--oh, damn. Sorry!

[Jehan was chasing down a piece of paper, snapped out of his hands mid-poem, and it flew straight into Henry's face. He comes over, slightly embarrassed]

Damn wind.

[poeticverses]

[Once he gets over his awe, Jehan strips down and goes right in. If he's not in the water, he's relaxing nearby or under the sunshade with a book or two. You might even see him drinking, smoking, or trying to get some color back in his skin without turning red. Easier said that done with his pale ass but.]

[trifurcate]

[Bryn is quite certain that this beach matches the beauty of the Asarian coastline. It's lovely and warm, the waters are crystalline and sparkle in the sun...it's like something she'd expect of the higher planes.

Currently swimming in the ocean, Bryn stops near Jehan and smiles brightly.]

Have I thanked you yet for inviting us to come with you?

i was promised peer pressure

[thetyrant]

[Well.]

[Here's Logan hanging out under a tree like a creeper. He doesn't understand why there are naked people. He's a competent swimmer, of course, and doesn't mind going into the water with the intention and willingness to do so (certain events notwithstanding). But why are there naked people 8|]

well okay then. peer pressure it is.

[cynisme]

[And while Logan is hanging out under a tree, Grantaire and Jehan have been drinking and munching on snacks on a blanket, under makeshift shade. It's Grantaire who spots the lurker first, and with a sneer he calls out.]

And what would you be, monsieur? A lazy copper or simply an aimless sodomite enjoying the view?

[He would be one to talk, but alas, he's not the one on trial, so to speak.]

open~

[magicalpadawan]

[Molly and Bucky are, in theory, here only briefly. They're meant to be off on a vague date, but it is rather difficult for her to pull her eyes away from all this nudity. Not that she is really anything to complain about, being -- built pretty much like a Scandinavian model and clad in a bra and panties. Her tattoos are on prominent display -- the snake curling around her neck and down her arms, the tribal tattoos on arms and elsewhere.

Anyway, she's just quietly enjoying herself at the edge of the water, feeling a little unsure. She doesn't really know any of the boys here, aside from a short conversation with Jehan after his arrival.]

[trifurcate]

[It's Molly's tattoos that draw her closer with curiosity. Swimming in the water nearby, she moves nearer with an expression of curiosity.]

Hello, I'm Bryn.

[Don't mind the staring. She's not checking you out, honest, but that artwork...]

open

[knowsherway]

[While all the swimming and festivities and merry-making are going on, Éponine's lurking around on the outskirts of the scene, doing her best to not be seen. Because that would be awkward to be discovered by a bunch of men.

This is also known as the perfect time for someone to do just that: discover her and call her out.]

[cynisme]

[One of Grantaire's many talents is, of course, the ability to spot those who don't want to be seen. It's a sixth sense of sorts, one attracted to causing mayhem and mischief (truly though, he only spots her because he's bored, and that's how he usually spots anyone, because he's never been so good at getting distracted by passions.).

He debates letting her be, but boredom and wine take their tole, so he cups his hand around his mouth and calls out to her.]

Petite Thenardier, have you ever seen such an indecent display?

[lecentre]

[When Courfeyrac isn't splashing around and swimming in the deeper ends of the water, he's off laying on the sand without an ounce of shame. Well, either that, or flitting around to everyone else to bother them.

He's glad for the distraction from everything that's happened and has been happening. Now if only this distraction could last forever.]

[poeticverses]

[When Courfeyrac stops to relax for a moment, Jehan flops down next to him with a grin]

Enjoying yourself, mon ami?

Temeraire | OTA

[dracobin]

[Temeraire spent the first few days after landfall all but dead to the world. The flight back to Keeliai from Atamsichar took more energy than he thought he might ever need, and after that, despite his best efforts to stay awake and learn how those left behind fared, it was all he could do to crawl back into his own apartment before the darkness claimed him.

In retrospect, his sleeping through the rescue and escape was perhaps best for everyone: he was not present to accidentally offend the Emperor or interfere with any negotiations, and when he awoke, everyone had returned to Keeliai more or less intact.

He is still a little cross about the whole thing, and inclined to be overprotective of his friends, but when he sees the announcement about a party on the network, he leaps at the chance. They all of them need some rest, after what happened, and it is a good chance to keep an eye on the people he has decided are his new crew. He has always liked the water, and for the moment he is content to paddle about, his scales glittering in the bright water.]

Re: Temeraire | OTA

[poeticverses]

Temeraire! Hold a moment!

[Jehan comes swimming over, smiling]

Would you mind if I used you as a boat for a moment or two? I need to catch my breath.