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

[dracobin]

[Temeraire turns toward the sound of Combeferre's voice, paddling toward it eagerly.]

I am the one who ought to be asking you that question, I think. [He pulls his head back a little, scrutinizing Combeferre for any remaining bruises.] I am a little sore, but it is nothing to fret about; I have been feeling better ever since the nice weather began.

[philosophe]

[He looks as healthy as usual, so no worries there, Temeraire.]

So am I, but I think I shall get over it; especially with such warm waters! It is wonderful, is it not?

[dracobin]

[What are you talking about, it is always time for worries where his friends are concerned.]

It is, very much; it is not often my crew and I venture into waters this warm, and when we do, we do not often have time to enjoy it.

[philosophe]

[That's cute, we can be mother hens together.]

I do not think I ever have, the streams and rivers in Lyon are all quite cold, and I never had time to go to the seaside when I was in Paris.