tampered | log; ongoing

When; July 25th, 9:30am
Rating; G? (unless Clow and Yuuko decide otherwise)
Characters; List; more characters to be added as requested
Summary; The long awaited second beach party takes place when everyone needed to socialize most.
Log;

She thought she was going to go crazy. After the disappearance of Lacus and Kira, and then being sent to an empty City, Uta was beside herself with worry. She sent reminders to everyone she knows that the party will be today, but she wonders if people would want to even be there after that curse.

Nevertheless, Hiiragi, Jun, and Uta went to the spot on the beach they had all agreed upon previously, bringing a basket full of sandwiches with them. Uta remembered Omi liking Kappa Maki and made some for him to thank him for cheering him up. Similarly, she made Ken some sticky buns, brought beer for Yuuko and Mokona, cake for Hunny, and coffee and cookies for Anthony. She thought it strange that she made special food for certain people, and yet could not think of one for Hiiragi, but decided at the last minute to pack a slice of strawberry shortcake for him.

Perhaps having that empty City curse was a good thing, because she wouldn't have been able to prepare this much food otherwise. And Jun seemed to want to attack the picnic basket he was carrying for her already.

With her pink, two-piece swimsuit under a sheer white tunic, she decided not to let the curse bother her anymore. Today was going to be a good day... it had to be, because everyone needed it.

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"You make it sound as though there are conditions," he replied, laying out his towel next to - but a polite enough distance away from - hers. In her shade, yes.

"There are always conditions," she answered, taking a long sip of her beer. She let the can dangle from her fingers for a moment thoughtfully.

"For example, no protests of moderation." She points at him accusingly. "This is the beach and therefore I will drink as much as I like."

Is there actual logic in that sentence? Don't look too hard.

Too late, he looked too hard. Fortunately, Clef had a lot of practice at keeping a straight face.

"Of course, of course." He settled down on the towel, handwaving dismissively. "I was going to wait for the inevitable hangover."

Everything is inevitable," she said, quite cheerfully, because hangovers proceeded after drinking but we were still in the happy drinking stage at the moment. She took another sip and then decided to ask the question he'd probably been getting from everyone.

"What do you think of the City so far?"

He thought she was simply drunk, and that first statement proved it as far as he was concerned. Clef had to think about the second question for a while, as he actually hadn't gotten that question yet. People had asked how he was settling in, but that was by far an easier yet less interesting question.

"... It's completely unlike anywhere I've ever been before," he said finally, and it was true. He had been alive for nearly seven and a half centuries and spent close enough to all of that time on Cephiro. "I have no basis for comparison, so I can't form an opinion."

Oh, as soon as he said that, he wondered if that was actually the answer to the question she was really asking. It was the question he wanted to answer, in any case, so that should count for something. After a moment of consideration, he added, "What about you?"

She knew he wasn't trying to evade the question, but that was almost what it sounded like. He was from a world utterly unlike this one; his experiences were different, but that didn't mean they were somehow invalidated.

"You're still allowed an opinion, you know," she said, but at his second question she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her legs, and considered.

"Some of the curses are awful. It doesn't operate by any of the principles of magic that I know. Our reasons for being here are clouded at best." She sighed, and then smiled. "I like it anyway."

Edited 2009-07-26 19:33 (UTC)

Clef wasn't trying to evade the question or invalidate his own experiences, but he didn't know what to think quite yet. More accurately, comparing it to Cephiro made his heart ache. He smiled at her answer, though, and leaned back onto his hands, relaxing a bit. "What do you like about it?"

"It's interesting!"

She didn't quite know what else she wanted to share with him. The serious reasons-- being able to see Watanuki and Doumeki again when she hadn't expected that, having Clow around, meeting people who didn't only want their wishes granted-- she hesitated to say those things. They would require too much explaining and more intimacy than she felt with the diminutive magician.

"It's like a vacation, almost," she said. "Especially on days like this."

She looked out at the ocean.

Clef agreed completely with these statements, he found, but something about the way she phrased it made him chuckle a little. "I wonder what it's like for you at home, then?"

"Dimension-Witching is a full-time job," she replied, her smile not fading noticeably. She took another long drink of her beer and sighed with appreciation. "But as the shop is not here, I am mostly off-duty."

"Ah." His smile didn't fade, either, but it occured to him now that he didn't remember when the last time was that he took a vacation. He hadn't even really had the desire to for a long, long time and even though he didn't think he was suffering any for it and it had certainly been necessary not to take any time off, especially lately, even he had to admit that it might not be all that healthy. But, after all, Cephiro has only one Supreme Yil, just as the multiverse has only one Dimension Witch.

"I think I understand."

She looked at him and thought about having to be the magician for an entire country. No wonder he was so serious.

"I'd bet that you do."

She reached into the cooler and fished around for another beer, then glanced back up at him. "You sure you don't want one?"

If you looked carefully you might be able to see a genuinely amused look cross his face before he answered. "So long as you're offering.~"

She handed it over then, mentally estimating from Clef's size and presumed tolerance to alcohol that this might end up very interesting, if she played her cards right.

"It is always nicer to drink with someone else," she said. Had she caught his amusement? Well, she didn't miss much. She'd see who was really amused, later.

Clef thanked her, but for his part didn't seem too concerned about getting drunk. It wasn't as though he had never had alcohol before, and he knew how it worked. He could pace himself, he figured.

And, besides, he'd only have one drink.

He nodded at what he said, popping the can open, and then stopped - at least mentally - and blinked. It's not as though he would be an expert, right? Although the few times he has partaken, he was certainly in good company.

"Certainly," he said, looking at the can in his hands for a moment, "It seems like it'd be a shame to drink alone."

... Sip, sip.

"Not a shame," she said, looking down at her own can, "but a missed opportunity."

She'd drank alone for a time, between Clow leaving and Mokona re-awakening, and she hadn't disliked it, because alcohol was alcohol and the chemicals were just as effective. But there had been something missing, then, and she'd recognized that sometimes.

She sipped deeply.

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