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sticksandbones2024-06-14 09:26 pm
mooninthewater) wrote in sticksandbones2024-06-14 09:26 pm
(Mingle Log) These Embers Can Be Stars
FOOD TO SURF-VIVE ON
After getting some feedback from various people on the beach, the need to do a big cookout becomes apparent between those who either fear the ocean but like seafood or are just completely new to the ocean entirely. And, of course, there's wanting to try the new fish that only exists within this world that piques the curiosity of many. Thus, with some help from Moder, a massive bonfire is set up late one evening and an invitation to join Mizuki on the beach is announced. For those who seem wary about this, what with the cave definitely flooding soon and cutting them off from the cabanas, will be informed that Mizuki has a plan!
...Did you think he'd just tell you what it is? No, no, of course not. You'll just have to come and find out for yourself. Regardless, the get together seems to be for cook-out for everyone. A good handful of people seem to be cooking, either over the bonfire, or over makeshift grills, or maybe even preparing raw foods. Some beach tables had even been stolen to set food along them so they're not just sitting directly in the sand, as well as towels and such laid out for those who might need them.
It's cozy. In a way that maybe has been needed for some time.
...Did you think he'd just tell you what it is? No, no, of course not. You'll just have to come and find out for yourself. Regardless, the get together seems to be for cook-out for everyone. A good handful of people seem to be cooking, either over the bonfire, or over makeshift grills, or maybe even preparing raw foods. Some beach tables had even been stolen to set food along them so they're not just sitting directly in the sand, as well as towels and such laid out for those who might need them.
It's cozy. In a way that maybe has been needed for some time.
AP-PIER-ANCES ARE DECEIVING
A ways back, towards the forest as not to be swept away by the tides, is a little shrine set up. It's made from shells and pretty stones and handful of sand from the bottom of the ocean that shimmers spectacularly, with little sea-themed stickers placed everywhere. There are names written on the shrine of people who didn't make it to the beach with them, and notably people who could potentially be considered to be "lost" to the forest. Around the shrine is a gathering of spiky looking flowers that glow brighter as the last remaining bits of the sun disappear over the horizon, keeping the shrine lit.
There's a small empty jar nearby sitting on top of a small stack of paper, as well as a note left there with instructions on how to fold one to make an origami star. At the bottom, it's signed with a doodle of a sea jelly, and a reminder that when you're making the star to make a wish on it (or even write it on the paper), then leave it in the jar. In the morning, he'll seal the jar up to send out to sea.
There's a small empty jar nearby sitting on top of a small stack of paper, as well as a note left there with instructions on how to fold one to make an origami star. At the bottom, it's signed with a doodle of a sea jelly, and a reminder that when you're making the star to make a wish on it (or even write it on the paper), then leave it in the jar. In the morning, he'll seal the jar up to send out to sea.
WITH A PORPOISE
Around the bonfire, of course, there's going to be entertainment provided. Either by songs from someone's phone, an instrument, someone outright just singing, teaching people how to make s'mores or even spooky stories around the fire, but there'll always be encouraged to have something going on.
And, of course, if you thought you could escape dancing last month, you're wrong. Of course, the looser, more chilled out mood here makes for some less formal and more silly dancing to be encouraged. The Cha-Cha Slide WILL happen and you canNOT escape this.
And, of course, if you thought you could escape dancing last month, you're wrong. Of course, the looser, more chilled out mood here makes for some less formal and more silly dancing to be encouraged. The Cha-Cha Slide WILL happen and you canNOT escape this.
IT'S OKAY TO BE A LITTLE SHELLFISH
...As for the plan to sleep for the night, well, it's quite simple! You see... you'll all simply sleep on the beach tonight! Wow! What a turn of events. It'll be like one big sleepover! There's going to be various tents set up for those who don't like looking up at the starless empty void that is the sky and just want somewhere a little more confined to sleep, but for those of you who aren't cowards, there's going to be a patchwork mess of towels and blankets and pillows and such for everyone to lie down on. Even Moder can be used as a bed for anyone afraid of Sandy Pants(tm).
It's prime conditions for a cuddle pile, though I'm not your mom. Do what you want I guess.
It's prime conditions for a cuddle pile, though I'm not your mom. Do what you want I guess.
dorg
[ Beat is not here to cook. He IS here to eat though, but he has a dilemma. Everyone is cooking around the bonfire and he can't get close to it. Shit, he can't even look at it before darting his eyes away, visibly shaken. Everything smells great though, so he paces back and forth at the edge, licking his muzzle and whining. Trying to catch someone's attention to beg for food.
If he catches yours? He'll perk and wave his arms - he refuses to come closer - and then gestures to his mouth. Then gestures to all the food cooking. Then claps his hands together and looks PITIFUL as all get out, his ears drooping and his eyes getting big and wide.
This pantomime is ridiculous please someone feed the dog. ]
ii. Sweet Sleep under Starless Skies
[ Whether or not he gets food, Beat will spend some time after digging madly. Once he's got a sufficiently sized pit, he runs around gathering as much leafy vegetation as possible to throw it into the pit. Once he has enough that look vaguely bed like (if you arrange it carefully enough), he flops himself into the pit.
He will share his pit if you want, it does tend to get cool at night on the beach, and he's a big fuzzy boy. And all those muscles are great heaters.
You might have to bribe him though... left over food works, or just saying he's a good boy and telling him to scoot over. ]
i. give me the good boy
So he'll totally fall for the begging. He's totally gonna bring over a plate of some of the food around. Not just his own, either, but a little of Fel's and Harque's food. They look far better than Mizuki's in comparison, anyway. ]
Hey, are you okay, Mister Beat? I can move a table out over here so you can grab what you want, if you'd like...
a dog for meezukee
[ His victory bark and arms in the air is noticeably even from the distance, and he walks in circles eagerly until Mizuki is close enough. ]
Hell yeah squiddy-bro, I'm aight now. Ain't gotta move a table, s'cool!
[ He sits, tail wagging a line furiously into the sand, and - opens his mouth. The boy isn't gonna feed you, moron. Closes his mouth, holds out his hands to take whatever Mizuki gives him.
He's excited okay. ]
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...Was it the fire? Is it too hot?
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Yeah, that's how Beat eats. Muzzle just chomp chomp chomp-
He glances up with food on his face, stuck to his teeth, muzzle covered like he was being a pig. Cause he was. Then he glances to the fire, grimaces, and looks away. ]
I got that PSDD yo. Post-.... wait. PSDT...no. Uh. Okay I know it starts wid Post and there's trauma in it. Or Drama. The point is, fire scares me. Like, bad, yo.