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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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[prosopopoeia]

Yes, it does.

[Story end. She would possibly be kinder if Korra were somewhat less incensed, Marie feels as if any emotionality on her own part (which is lacking as it is) would only fan the flames.]

[anatural]

HOW?!?! [Maybe, maybe not. Marie's complete lack of feeling is certainly not helping. It frightens Korra (reminding her too much of Hei in his blacker moments), and when Korra gets frightened, she gets violent.]

/threadjacks

[mortemscintilla]

[ Stationed by the food table, 'Li' glances around frequently. To an outsider, it looks like he's enjoying his lively surroundings, trying to take it all in. Or perhaps that he's waiting for someone, looking up from time to time to see if the other party has arrived. But his main objective is surveillance. When he spots Marie and Korra, a dull frisson he'd like to call dread -- but which is really the opposite -- spreads through him. In such a closeted environment, it's inevitable that the two women would run into each other. The air around them practically fizzes with tension. If there's an altercation, breaking it up isn't his concern. ]

[ Then again, he supposes he'd made it his concern -- when he wrecked Marie's lab. ]

[ Sidling over to them, he lets 'Li's sweet-faced mask slip in place. ] Is everything all right? [ One hand is curled around a fruity drink. The other skims Korra's shoulder, a brief, casual point of contact. A light tap, followed by another. One means Don't do anything stupid; two means Calm down, it's okay. ]

[medicos]

Chess at the beach, darling?

[ not that he really needs to ask, to be honest. he knows who that's mainly for. ]

[medicos]

You're going to melt your skin off at this rate.

[ ah, yes, standard mccoy greeting, is it not? ]

Did you even bother to put on sunblock?

[medicos]

[ and someone eventually does, mccoy having put on a plain black shirt once the cold starts setting it. probably unlike some people, he's not going to risk getting sick even when he's out relaxing. ]

You gonna start sharing or is that all for yourself?

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[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.

/gleefully eschews thread order srry

[anatural]

[Korra glares at Hei. Of course he'd be here, and of course he'd be wearing that idiot face he puts on in public. She hates that face, hates everything about this situation.]

No, everything is not all right! This is the woman who SHOT me!

[logistical]

[Excuse you, Bones, you're in the way of one Vulcan's sandcastle building patch. He's been going in a straight-ish line, more or less.]

Do you intend to stay here long?

[excelsiors]

_{( sulu is actually glad to find that spock hasn't dressed down entirely. he's not sure that he'd be equipped to handle that. sulu himself has gone native, shirtless in black trunks, spending most of his time in the ocean itself. however, at this particular moment, he's standing over the sandcastles--careful not to drip on them. his arms are crossed over his chest and he's tilting his head like he can't quite figure out a difficult puzzle. )}

I never knew you were an architect, Commander.

[excelsiors]

_{( sulu finds her on the rocks, climbing up after her and stopping a few feet away. he's taken to the beach readily, shirtless and fresh out of the ocean. the sea air seems to agree with him, and he grins. )}

I was thinking of diving, from up here.

/sobbing

[mortemscintilla]

[ With the messy fringe of his hair falling across his face, Marie's can't see 'Li's eyes. There's a coolness in them that borders on stern, as they settle on Korra. I know. He doesn't need to say it. His look spells it loud and clear. She'd probably pitch a fit if he said something like But you're not dead or paralyzed or Everyone in the City has a sob story or People get shot all the time. Korra's bubbling with spastic emotion as it is -- it's apparent in that pinkie-finger crease between her brows, her hot glare and the pitch of her voice. Except she's planting the roots of emotion in dead soil, by appealing to Marie's rationality. That woman's issues run deeper than a hasty trigger-finger. No seeds of softness, nothing to latch onto to spread out and grow. ]

[ He knows too well what that's like. Most days, he is that. ]

[ To Korra, he says, in 'Li's gentling murmur, ] You should discuss that with the Police. Not, well ... here.

[medicos]

Yes.

[ nope. never leaving. you'll have to go around him. ]

Are you going to keep doing that for the entire day?

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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. )}

[prosopopoeia]

[Truthfully, Marie doesn't even bother to watch them. If her immediate safety is not being threatened, then she is not rattled. This is a party, a party for Chekov no less, and she quietly takes up her wine glass and moves to relocate herself.]

[hexuality]

[Ginny looks up from where she was scrabbling in the shallows for shells at the sound of his voice then straightens when she sees who it is, hair damp and windblown and probably with bits of sand in it as well. She's beaming, despite the reddish tint to her cheeks and nose, her shoulders, and it's probably going to hurt tomorrow but it's obviously not put a damper on her enjoyment of the party right now.]

Hi, Dr McCoy. [And she extends the blue seashell as a peace offering.] I, erm... Yes?

[SHE ACTUALLY DID.]

[hexuality]

Well, hello.

[He may stop a few feet away but that doesn't stop her from scrambling down a few to give him a hug in greeting, grinning back, looking out to the water at his words with an arm slung around him.]

I was thinking the same. What d'you reckon? How many people are we scaring to death if we go for it?

SANDCASTLES | OPEN

[mortemscintilla]

[ Chewing absently on some grilled beef on a skewer, 'Li' pauses to admire Spock's sandcastles. He's wearing khakis and an untucked, short-sleeved, button-down shirt, like most of the other party-goers here. The difference being that, in his case, the casual attire makes it easier for him to conceal the blades tucked under his waistband. The precaution might seem unnecessary at a party, but such habits are second nature to Hei, and, like his tendency to assess individuals and locations point-by-point, buzz quietly on in the background regardless of whom he's with or where. ]

[ In this case, though he's never met Spock in person, he's aware of his name and rank, with a vague understanding of his origins -- all thanks to Chekov's chatter. The pointy ears remind him dimly of his old enemy, Wei Zhijun. But he doesn't say that. ]

[ Instead -- ]

Could you make animals or people too?

[logistical]

[Spock notices his presence from a mile off, and quite politely ignores him, working on one of the towers. If Li wishes to speak, he'll speak, and if he doesn't, like most humans, he'll simply wander off. What he has noticed is a distinct pattern to Li's interactions, gleaned from excellent hearing and a mind that automatically assigns patterns of behaviour to people in order to better understand them. He thought Li was a bit weird the last time they met, but had put it down to simply not knowing enough about humans.]

[So when Li speaks, Spock looks up with his requisite curiosity.]

No. I have only learnt to do this a few hours ago.

[He gestures to the earliest sandcastle, which is a single tower, not artfully put together.]

[logistical]

Until I have acquired a sufficient level of skill. [He almost says Captain, and swallows it.] Jim has informed me there is to be a competition between us and the crew of Voyager.

[It goes without saying that no way in hell is he going to lose, no matter how cool the futureship is or how much he likes Janeway.]

[logistical]

[Spock doesn't do casual Fridays. A) It would traumatise everyone on the ship, and B) Vulcans just don't. Jim had to browbeat him into this, but none of that irritation ever shows. Sulu's inquiry just gives him an excuse to think about something other than how ridiculous he looks.]

I am not. This requires far more... finesse.

[logistical]

[A new variable. Spock doesn't make any overt observations, most humans don't like it when he stares at them, mostly because he looks like he's about to go for their neck.]

It is practice. [A beat.] And by your own logic, we should not do anything at all, if it is all doomed to become nothing.

[skintoskin]

Yeah? Cool.

[He runs his eyes over the sand castles.]

I'd say you've got 'em beat before you even start. This is fuckin' art.

[logistical]

Have you built many sandcastles?

[SLIGHT GLARE mind your language, little one.]

[medicos]

[ ...okay, that changes things.

bones gets off the his back and moves the blanket away from spock's nearly perfect line of inexplicably elaborate sandcastles that he still thinks isn't sufficient enough, jesus christ this guy. ]

Guess we should be thankful that they don't have with them a Vulcan as dedicated as you.

[ that is mostly a compliment, however terribly delivered. ]

Might want to go and give Jim some lessons. He's terrible at them.