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]

[HE SURE IS. It could be worse, Jehan could be Joly. Then they would be merciless.]

Absolutely, yes. [He smacks Jehan's arm with the back of his hand (perhaps a little too hard in his revelry), and motions to Logan with the other. He even drips wine on his hand again in the process.]

Alors, look what you did Jehan, your endless passion griping has scared the poor dandy prince away! Good riddance I say,no one needs the company of a man who cannot hold his own balls.

[poeticverses]

[He smacks Grantaire back and makes a face]

Look at what I've done? Perhaps it was your poor manners that frightened him off!

[To Logan:]

M'sieur, please do not let Grantaire's behavior scare you away. If you would like to stay, you are more than welcome to do so!

[thetyrant]

[oh no u did not grantaire. Okay, fine, he can play a little, so Logan turns back, attention on the drunkard this time.]

How curious, he accuses others of being sodomites and then speaks of holding one's own balls. Yes, that sounds entirely heterosexual.

[...okay, so maybe he's out of practice on sick burns, but he tried.]

[cynisme]

[Had the cat been written of by his time and the metaphor established, perhaps one could call Grantaire's grin cheshire. As it hadn't been, and the only association would be that of english cheese (nothing to boast about by a frenchman's estimation), it's simply wide, somewhat lopsided, a grin with a trick behind it despite the lazy attitude of its owner.

Anyway, the word heterosexual is lost on this pre-1850s man, but he brushes it off, more than used to foreign words at this point of his turtle experience.]

Do not all men have them? Are balls the sole province of pederasts and their wives? Perhaps you are not a man after all, but a terrible masculine madame.

[poeticverses]

[Oh, this suddenly became fun. Jehan pokes Grantaire in the ribs]

His voice is far too deep to belong to any woman and his shoulders too broad. You are drunk, mon ami, but not deaf or blind. And what, exactly, is "heterosexual"?

[Trust the poet to cling to the new word]

[thetyrant]

The opposite of a homosexual. [Wait, did they use that word? He's not sure now.] Homosexual and sodomite would be synonyms.

[He's having a weird reaction to having his shoulders described as broad. He's tall but not a large man, more of the lanky build, and it always makes him feel terribly weak and small. Curious that someone would take the opposite view, or close. Worth pointing out that his sister's shoulders are broader than his? Probably not.]

[cynisme]

Ah. Tell me Jehan, is he calling us criminals or is he making a pass? Perhaps I have had too much sun and too much to drink to know quite what to make of being called a Homosexual, or whatever.

[He leans back on his arms, bottle between his knees at a purposefully suggestive angle, looking in the moment positively bored as he defers to Jehan.]

[poeticverses]

You know, I am not entirely certain.

[Jehan actually appears to be thinking about it.]

We've done nothing criminal yet he clearly has no desire to join us....unless it is the location that is bothering him? [To Logan:] Tell me, monsieur, if we were in a more private part of the beach would you be so reluctant to join us?

[thetyrant]

Most likely. We would still all be without swimming clothes. [You can like the dick and not want to wave yours around 8| or want ones you can't have waved at you either.]

[cynisme]

And there he is again with his obsession with swimming clothes. He must be English, or worse, a puritan.

Monsieur, you've come to bore us and succeeded.

[poeticverses]

As much as I dislike agreeing with Grantaire so completely, I'm afraid I must here. A shame, really, that you won't join us! Feeling the sun on one's skin is as natural as breathing.

[thetyrant]

I can feel the sun on my skin now. It's hot. [his face has skin on it and his face is exposed okay :|]

[cynisme]

You can feel the sun on your skin now, Oh la la, do tell us more.

[mockery, he has made an art of it.]