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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[philosophe]

[He's quite used to nearly-nude women, at least, being a doctor-in-training, but even so, it would not do to be rude.]

Of a sort, yes. [There's a grin and a shrug.] It is not my profession, simply an interest.

Oh -- it was blue and yellow, if I recall. You might see it, they have been around here quite a bit today.

[lecentre]

[He matches that flirtatious grin.]

It's nicer when you're in it. It's most certainly a nice way to relax.

[epigrammatical]

[...That's not what she means. He is quite sure that is not what she means.

Well, so much the better to make her blush, then. Fair's fair.]

My dear Bryn, I wasn't aware that you were so familiar with matters of animal husbandry.

[trifurcate]

[She doesn't get what he means at first. She hadn't been talking about that, she had been talking about the earlier commonalities! The beard! The thing for feminine company! Associations with gods of wine (who didn't love a good glass?).

The realization strikes in an instant and Bryn's eyes go wide and her jaw drops. She laughs but it's not one of amusement but of being flabbergasted as she sputters.]

Henry I didn't--I mean--that wasn't what I was--I didn't check that.

[epigrammatical]

[And Henry just laughs.]

[trifurcate]

[Entirely flustered, Bryn's face gets red. She closes her mouth and lets Henry have his laugh. It's only fair after having pushed him off balance so often that afternoon.]

[trifurcate]

[Still treading water, Bryn nods, giving the girl an easy smile.]

Seems like it. Are you going to join us? The more the merrier of course--Oh, and I should probably tell you who I am. My name is Bryn.

[And she's...chatty, though casually so.]

[trifurcate]

Oh, that sounds beautiful.

[Certainly they were two of her favorite colors together. Smiling, she gives their surroundings a quick check.]

I will have to keep an eye out for them, or perhaps they'll make their way closer when they realize we have fruit--

[Ah, now there's an idea.]

Do you suppose we could put a plate out to attract them closer? You'd have an easier time observing them if it worked.

[epigrammatical]

[He is content; not smug, exactly, but pleased to have gotten at least a bit of his own back.]

My dear girl, I had no idea that you blushed so beautifully.

[trifurcate]

[She huffs a little breath before finally managing a small, sheepish smile.]

That is because I don't blush so easily anymore.

[Bryn is a grown woman now :T! Not given to blushing!!]

[epigrammatical]

Then I feel as if I have glimpsed the rarest of birds.

[trifurcate]

One you're not likely to glimpse often.

[She's just, going to duck her head under water a moment to cool her face, quickly so that he won't accuse her of trying to sneak a peek once more.]

[epigrammatical]

Then I shall treasure the experience.

[trifurcate]

I wish you joy of it.

[Okay, she is pouting a little, but good-naturedly so.]

[philosophe]

Enjolras is somewhat satisfied now, at least. [He frowns too, though it's mostly thoughtful.] I do wonder if there will be any repercussions in future, however.

[But he brightens, at that news.] Oh, that is excellent! May I copy it down as well?

[philosophe]

It is. Usually I am not so very interested in butterflies, but the varieties here are quite fascinating.

[He looks speculative, and then grins.]

That may very well work, yes.

[poeticverses]

Of course, mon ami. That is why I copied it. It is written in the local language, obviously, and my attempts to copy the writing were dismal, but I made a good effort I feel.

[epigrammatical]

[He's actually grinning.]

Shall we call it even, my dear?

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.

[dracobin]

Hullo, Jehan!

[He twists in the water, bobbing up and down gently with no apparent effort. Dragons are naturally buoyant: it is the handwaved biology air sacs, after all.]

I do not mind at all; pray make yourself at home. Did you swim a great deal, back home?

[poeticverses]

[He climbs aboard, laughing a bit and shaking out his hair]

I did as a child. I grew up going to the seashore whenever possible and I still took trips down there as an adult. There's not place I like better, I think, except perhaps Paris in spring.

[lecentre]

He isn't the sharpest, no. Though this is why I find it best that we look out for him in any case. Or at least I do, the best I can.

[He pauses and his own grin widens just a hint.]

Brave or very idiotic, yes.

[poeticverses]

Did you see his discussion with Alcuin the other day? When Alcuin read that poem?

[lecentre]

I did, yes... I should not have found it as entertaining as I perhaps did...