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!))

Comments

[cynisme]

A bathing machine. You cannot honestly tell me that in your youth you have never gone to the sea with your friends without the need of a bathing machine. If not, then I may be inclined to believe you to really be a woman in disguise, in spite of the hair on your face.

[Bathing machines are, after all, unnecessary in the company of other men. It's only a formality, one which Grantaire is all to happy to ignore.]

[epigrammatical]

[Henry laughs at this; he does, in fact, think bathing-machines are ridiculous in the extreme.]

In actual fact it has been some time since I last went to the seaside at all—but I will acknowledge that yes, I have, and unencumbered by the trappings of civilisation. But the seaside in England is alarmingly civilised these days; the country is the only escape.

[cynisme]

And where are we now, Henry? The seaside of England or the country? Is this not the opportune location for a bit of seaside relaxation, free from the bonds of social propriety? Hm?