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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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midday | 1800

[hischair]

[ The party officially starts at midday. The weather is thankfully clear and there's a barbecue being tended to next to a stack of cooling boxes with beverages stuffed inside, some alcoholic and others not, while the barbecue of various sorts is constantly being switched between self-appointed chefs. A table stands in the sand amidst some of the folding chairs acquired for the occasion and is the hub of the main gathering where Chekov's presents are being piled. There are toys from the beach shop scattered all over the place, leading all the way down to the sea itself. Time to play! ]

Lydia - Daytime - OTA

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia Martin showed up in a vintage bikini with a rather old copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland for the birthday boy (they'd had a charming conversation about the importance of un-birthdays at the last celebration).

The social butterfly that she is, Lydia can be found enjoying the food, dancing if there's music, romping about in the surf, and of course, lazily sprawling on a towel to soak up the sun.

She has delicate skin of course, and may need help getting lotion applied in those hard to reach spots. Volunteers are welcome.

Naga - Daytime - OTA

[anatural]

[Did somebody say....... barbecue?

While the shindig itself is pretty far from the Beach House where Korra and Naga live, it's not so far that Naga could miss the sweet sweet smell of meat. With Korra off doing some human thing, Naga is on her own. And since Naga is on her own....there's nobody to tell her she shouldn't crash the party.

Say hello to a gigantic polar bear dog, everyone. Also, pass her some meat. Bitches be hungry.]

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[phonetical]

[Uhura's not much of a party girl, but Chekov's family and you just don't miss a birthday in this family. Each one counts because there may not be another one, here or at home. She arrives just at the beginning of the party clad in a modest two-piece in her customary red, with a wrapped chess set tucked under her arm,

There's a beach chair with her name on it so once the chess set is placed on the gift table, she grabs a plate and a couple of kabobs and slides into the seat. It's been a long time since she's been to the beach. She's actually itching to get into the water.]

ginny (late afternoon)

[hexuality]

[Ginny loves the beach, this is where she likes to go flying if she isn't on the pitch, and she loves spending time with her friends. She's spent most of her afternoon in and out of the water and despite her best efforts, Miss Weasley is obviously sunburned in her yellow bikini. But it's all for fun and frolicking!

And her gift of a self-inking quill is neatly wrapped and been set on the table.

But yes. Beach adventures. Maybe she's climbing rocks or rolling through the waves or eating her sixth serving of barbecue. Come say hi (since she's going to peace out for moonrise and check on a friend, most likely).]

Afternoon - "Li" - Open

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's supposed to be a reconnaissance run, this sort of thing. Neither Hei nor 'Li' are social butterflies, ready to sail out and make connections. Li hovers skittishly at the corners or by the food table, the quintessential wallflower -- with an appetite for twelve. Hei allocates half his time to monitoring the terrain: entrances, exits, potential weapons, suspicious individuals -- his standoffish demeanor and visual alertness entirely out-out-sync with the frivolous party atmosphere. He doesn't feel at ease in crowds, but he's a chameleon at his core. By imitating the walk, the posture, the expressions of the other partiers, he's less liable to stick out.]

[ You'll find him settled under the spreading fronds of a palm tree -- with a brimming plate and a fruity drink with an umbrella. His surface aura radiates wide-eyed shyness paired with a laid-back reserve. There is a lot more to 'Li' than just that, true, but he wears that outward persona well. ]

SANDCASTLES | OPEN

[logistical]

[Spock isn't dressed for the beach, well, not the way everyone else is. He's wearing light colours, and 3/4 sleeve. It pains him to be this exposed, especially since heat doesn't really affect him that much. It's the sand he's concerned about, he doesn't like it on his clothes.]

[After depositing his gift and checking to see that nobody's burning anything at the barbecue, he has claimed a patch of sand (okay, several patches) and is building a series of sandcastles, each more elaborate than the last.]

[Join him, or marvel at them. Step on them at your peril.]

marie (she is so grumpy)

[prosopopoeia]

[ It is, generally, unlike Marie Delacroix to attend a party. She preferred to be alone, and even more preferable than that would be drinking alone. However, she makes exceptions for certain things in the case of Chekov, and so here she is. Even in attendance, however, she is not terribly inclined to socialization... So she will be somewhat apart from the group, as she usually is. She's watching, a look of apathy on her face, but in truth she's enjoying herself as long as she can sit here with her wine and not participate. ]

leonard mccoy ; ota »

[medicos]

[ bones is one of the earliest arrivals ( his gift for chekov, a hard copy of Leo Tolstoy's Childhood; Boyhood; Youth placed with the rest of the gifts stashed in one corner for chekov to pry at if he wants to look at them early on ), helping set up the place, bringing along the alcohol that jim warned him against bringing ( he does what he wants, okay ), and generally snapping at anyone who isn't helping out up until the party itself starts.

then he relaxes on one of the blankets laid out on the sand, stretching out languidly wearing black chino shorts and regrettably sand-filled sandals as he watches everyone else. he's more than content with just laying there with a beer in his hand. ]

scott mccall ; ota

[affectioning]

[ Scott's new to dating in general, he'd only dated Allison for a few months and some of those months were in secret. But, he does know that it's so early in whatever's going on with them that he can't go to a party with Isaac or Allison. He invited them, of course. It's safe to say anybody Scott knew had been invited. Jim had tasked him with that. But, he felt showing up alone was better. Nobody gets left out - or, Isaac and Allison can go together. It's their choice!

So, Scott arrives around one after spending the morning at the clinic. He's in a pair of red swim trunks and a tank. He leaves his gift for Chekhov (a video game, hoping he plays those) and he moves right to the barbecue.

When not there, he can also be found in the ocean or on a towel drying off. ]

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[chakotay]

[ chakotay arrives with kathryn, but they don't stay in the same area for the duration of the party. no, at some point, chakotay can be seen wandering around, examining what's going on. he'd brought chekov a present in the form of a bunch of handwritten notes -- a joint gift he'd worked on with kathryn -- and after that was placed where it needed to go, he can be found pretty much anywhere on the beach. he's very open to being approached. ]

captain janeway » open!

[directives]

[ kathryn usually isn't one for parties -- not any more. the ones she went to on voyager were mostly for the sake of crew morale, to let them see her doing something other than captaining the ship and ordering them around. she attended ginny's after being presented with a convincing argument from her first officer, though she's present at this one of her own accord. she likes chekov; he reminds her of herself at that age, brings out something in her that she may never have any real use for with the way her life is going. she even dressed the part, albeit without putting a bathing suit on underneath. (she doesn't plan on getting in the water.) kathryn did, however, confer with chakotay on the matter of chekov's present, the two of them putting their heads together to jot down what they could from their own memories and areas of expertise when it came to what they decided to share with him in relation to his field of interest, two heads being better than one when they were unable to access any of their backlogs or the federation database.

she can be found near the barbecue, sunglasses resting atop her head, inspecting the items that are cooked, not, and in the process of. real food, especially terran -- human food, was so incredibly rare on voyager once their initial stock ran out and they began relying on replicators and what the delta quadrant had to offer. she's still somewhat in awe of its abundance. ]

open forever.

[valedictory]

[ Harry is certainly up for a party - and he's gotten to like Chekov quite a bit, so he's more than happy to be here for the occasion. He's got a bathing suit, a t-shirt... he's entirely beach-attired and quite ready to enjoy himself.

Pardon him if the first thing he heads for is the barbecue - most people just don't understand how long the joyous wonder of not having to eat leola root sticks with you. ]

1800 | midnight

[hischair]

[ Come the end of the afternoon, drawing into the evening, a bonfire is started and around it are pulled logs, chairs and whatever dry towels remain as people pair off into their own conversations. The barbecue is still going in case people are hungry, but for now the night is given to drinking, discussion and friends. Join the circle or settle down for a one-on-one; perhaps a walk through the shore is in order, if you prefer the quiet. ]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Nighttime is the best time for Angela. Not that she skipped the day part of this party, but she comes alive once the sun goes down and the booze comes out. Now changed from her swimsuit to a simple sundress, she finds a spot on a long log, one with enough space for company to join her and pulls a bag of marshmallows out of her giant beachbag. One gets pierced onto the sharp end of a stick and she gets to turning it black and crispy because no bonfire is complete without roasting food on a stick found on the ground.]

close | jim & bones »

[medicos]

[ strolling along the shore line like it ain't no thang.

but really, they haven't talked that much during the entire party, what with jim too busy running around the place generally having fun and bones is content with sitting on his ass the entire day because he absolutely cannot keep up with these kids. but whatever, they are pretty much co-dependent enough to want to spend some moments away from the other during down time, so they do. it's all very bromantic.

bones grabs two bottles of beer for the both of them as they walk barefoot on the sand, the waves hitting their feet occasionally. ]

Guess this is what a shore leave would have felt like.

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[excelsiors]

_{( sulu spends a good portion of the day in the ocean, another third of his time eating lots of barbeque, and the rest milling about, socializing. however, at some point during the early evening he lays a dry towel out on the ground, lays down on his stomach, and promplty falls asleep with the sun on his back. it's a comfortable scenario--sun, sand and surf do remind him of home--so he ends up staying like that for quite a while. someone should probably come by and step on him so he doesn't miss the drinks, though. )}

open!

[daggers]

[ Allison's sitting on a log in front of the bonfire, her arms covered up by the sleeves of a hooded sweatshirt even though her legs are bare. It's cooler at night, but the fire keeps her warm. She has a drink cupped in both hands and occasionally lifts it to her lips to sip, but most of the time she just glances into the flickering flames, quiet and reflective.

Someone chases their shadow in her periphery and then crosses into her field of vision and she glances up, smiling at the sight of who it is. ]

Hi.

Open;

[outofthefreezer]

[Isaac had a busy day but he'd promised to turn up at some stage, unfortunately that means he didn't turn up until night had fallen and some of their Werewolf problem's had been taken care of. He seemed relax though, despite the full moon. It was hard not to be relaxed considering his current situation.

He'll be sitting with his feet near the bonfire, keeping toasty.]

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[grigio]

[Julie's discovered one important thing about today. She friggin' loves barbeque. Not that she's a voracious eater. She still has her damn manners and doesn't eat like she's been starved.

But she's a small, skinny girl, and she hasn't seen burgers in ages so along with some chips, there are two burgers on her plate and she's seated herself in an empty lawn chair. A beer has been stuck in the sand and she's taking sips from it as she eats.

She's even dressed for the occasion, too. She manged to buy a red two piece and black board shorts. Her messenger bag is nearby and an inhaler peeks out from one of the pockets.

Other than that, she's the picture of serenity.]

ANY OF THE TIMES // ota

[candothat]

[The most staunchly traditional Russians--even the ones in the twenty-second century--celebrate their birthdays by throwing a ridiculously elaborate and costly party for however many close family members and friends they have the resources to feed. That's one tradition that Chekov isn't about to argue in favor of. This thing where other people put together a party and presents still happen? It's awesome. Not that he'll admit that, of course.

Chekov spends the day bouncing between friends, eating (and drinking) as much as is humanly possible without sustaining bodily harm, and trying not to act like this is basically the best party he's ever been to, which it is. (He might not publicize his own birthday, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't not-so-secretly want to be lavished with gifts and attention.) Other party goers can find him just about everywhere: building sandcastles (with less finesse than Spock), starting splash wars, tucking away barbeque like it's going out style, explaining his favorite theories about the City's physical structure with the aid of drawings in the sand, pretending not to watch his superiors flirt with each other like shameless teenagers. There's every chance that the navigator will be even louder and more candid than usual; although he typically doesn't drink enough to impair his judgment, this seems like a fine day to be judgment-impaired.

Later in the night when the bonfire's roaring and the stars are scattered across the sky, the particularly bold might catch Chekov brooding into a plastic cup full of vodka and contemplating the future, the inevitable leaving the City and all memories related to it behind, and the likelihood that he won't be around to celebrate another birthday after this one.

Brooding after drinking too much is a tradition, after all, and one can only neglect so many traditions in one day.]

[lefthandedgenius]

I see that you're being particularly Russian at the moment.

[It's Lydia who sits down next to him on the log, a solo cup in her hand that is also filled with alcohol, though not vodka. Probably some kind of rum.]

:3 Nighttime!

[mortemscintilla]

[ Heaven's War drained a lot out of Hei -- birthdays, anniversaries, festive kitsch. Sentiment. Certainly, he lives his life pared to the basics, where he can help it. Things are things; generalities are generalities. Emotion only takes you so far. In the end, the guiding principle of human relations is not love, but What have you done for me lately? Still, Hei makes exceptions, even if it's for transactive benefits. Pavel has been useful to him. Hei owes him, even as he dislikes the way it throws off the balance of their two-variable equation. At the same time, Pavel is also one of the few people in the City who wouldn't kill him with his back turned. Not without reason. ]

[ Just because Hei doesn't gush about it, doesn't mean it's not recognized. ]

[ It's late at night, the bonfire crackling hot and orange, filling the air with a smoky broil. Hei finds Chekov gazing at some private Russian hell in his vodka cup, while people in the background chatter and laugh over things Hei doesn't really give a fuck about. He takes his cue to drop something in Pavel's lap; a blue box, unwrapped. Inside is a dreamcatcher that gives off a peculiar eerie glow. No card, no receipt. ]

It's supposed to burn red if your dreams are real-life warnings.

[ Spoken with a shrug, because Hei doesn't believe it. (He doesn't tell Pavel that his teammates in South America used to exchange dreamcatchers as tokens. He still has the feathery tassled one Amber gave him.) ]

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[Just as she won't even approach the guy she does know, she certainly won't approach one she doesn't. However, since it's Chekov's party, she at least observes him. And not just through observer spirit, no.]

[She watches him from the side, eyes not quite at his level, trying to understand why birthdays are bothered with. When she was a child, sure, it made sense then. It no longer does. In fact, watching him makes her wonder even more when he's off to the side by himself, clearly not as cheerful as earlier.]

[Is it supposed to make people gloomy? It doesn't occur to her it could just be the alcohol.]

Night

[moonlitrequiem]

[Yin accompanied Pai to the party, and when Pai went off to do her own thing, Yin gravitated away from the majority of people to be by the water. She spent most of the night by it, wrapped up in a jacket, and never eats. Instead, she either spies on people, watches the water, or looks up at the moon.]

[Even now, months later, she still turns her face up to the ethereal light and bathes in it, still entranced by it.]

[Though she distances herself from everyone, she wouldn't turn away company. She's just incapable of appreciating it, as much as she's incapable of actively not wanting it.]