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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[epigrammatical]

[He nods, and actually looks a little relieved. That makes matters easier.]

We were introduced by an old Oxford friend of mine, when he was—

[A slight pause; he was about to say "a young man", but that seems slightly absurd; of course he is no longer young, but he still looks it. He finally concludes: ]

—younger.

[poeticverses]

I see.

[Anything else Jehan was going to say is replaced by a laugh when he spots their sunshade]

Here we are! My poem flew further than I expected.

[epigrammatical]

[Henry shades his eyes against the light reflecting off the water, seeing who's about.]

Ah! I do believe I see my friend Alcuin over there.

[He wants to ask more about Dorian, but that can wait for another day, perhaps.]

I think I shall go visit with him, if you don't mind.

[poeticverses]

You know Alcuin as well? Why have we not spoken more often!

[He laughs and starts to head for R]

I will see you later, Henry.

[epigrammatical]

We must remedy that in the future. A fine day to you, Jehan.

[And off Henry goes toward Alcuin.]