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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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[affectioning]

It's nice. [ It's really freaking nice. ]

Think of it as a snack. But, I'll eat burgers. Maybe a hot dog. Is there corn?

[affectioning]

[ Forget chaste. With the talk of bones jumping and with the full moon, he deepens it. His lips part and his tongue gets in on the action again. ]

[hexuality]

[She looks bewildered for a second before he explains why he's saying it at all, then Ginny rolls her eyes.]

Just because Jim's an overgrown child doesn't mean I am. [Ginny, pls.] And how do you know he's allergic to seaweed? Has he gone and rolled in it?

[outofthefreezer]

[Isaac's glad when Scott does what he wanted, even if it wasn't something he had tried to start. He once again leans into Scott against the rock face, his tongue moving with Scott's and his hand still clasping the other boy's.]

[affectioning]

[ Scott loves holding Isaac's hand while kissing him - or, by now? making out with him. Yeah. Can they do this always? ]

[outofthefreezer]

[Isaac has pretty much the same thought process, about how all of this was great and new but the best part was how he just wanted to keep doing it. It was almost as if Scott and Allison had unlocked some new capacity for wanting inside him and it was all he could think about while he was pressing himself into Scott.]

[affectioning]

[ Scott pressed himself back, swim trunks unable to hide much of what was going on. Not that he wanted to. He pushed himself against Isaac, once, twice, wanting that friction. ]

[outofthefreezer]

[Isaac groans slightly, reacting in kind as he feels Scott move against him. It was bordering on something more than he had planned for the evening but they'd be able to chalk it down to the full moon at least. Right now that was pretty far from his mind, more focused on the feelings he was experiencing right there with Scott.]

[hexuality]

[She surfaces, pushing her hair from her face, dark red with water. She hears him then makes an indignant sound coupled with a laugh, splashing him.]

Wow, thanks. [A seven is good.] Born seventh, always a seven.

[anatural]

[blink. blink.]

A hybrid of what?

[anatural]

[Well of course -- she's a dog! She finishes off the plate and gives him a sloppy lick of thanks on his cheek.]

[logistical]

A polar bear and a dog.

[He scritches Naga.]

In my world, there are polar bears, and there are dogs. Not something that is both.

[logistical]

No doubt dangerous curses exist, but I have not observed or experienced one. Memory loss could potentially be damaging but so far, it has not been.

[anatural]

I know what a dog is, but I've never heard of a polar bear. Is it anything like a platypus bear?

[logistical]

[...]

I would assume not.

[logistical]

[Scott constantly hits Spock's teacher buttons.]

Here, allow me.

[He demonstrates.]

[excelsiors]

_{( he rolls over just barely, blinks open one eye. )}

That's what the towel's for.

_{( but he pushes himself up onto his elbows, eyeing the marshmallows. )}

[excelsiors]

_{( he ducks under the water for five seconds before coming up for air, water arcing out around him in all directions. )}

Seven's a lucky number, isn't it?

...wait. You have six siblings? _{( that's a lot. )}

[valedictory]

[ Harry's gotten to like Chekov quite a bit since showing up in the City, through chats about science and invention and progress, discrepancies and theories in various timelines and universes. It's quantum theory like he hasn't been immersed in since the Academy.

Not that he hasn't experienced temporal messes, or analyzed anomalies, or woken up in the wrong reality before, but this? This is a whole other experience, and kicking around thoughts on it with a 23rd century officer he's learned about in Starfleet history courses is another matter altogether.

He shows up in the afternoon, and makes it his business to find Chekov first. Mid-sandcastle building, of course. He examines the structure. ]

Not bad. Pretty solid base there.

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. ]

[hexuality]

[SPLASHING HIM AGAIN.]

Yes. [She grins, splashing at him one more time.] Older brothers.

[But one of them is gone. :( But no need to bring the mood down with that.]

So you'd best watch out!

[mortemscintilla]

[ If Hei could read minds, he'd tell Pavel that his past, the shadow-world he belongs to, isn't a doorway worth entering. Intelligent, educated people usually get to choose the world they immerse themselves in. But Pavel, whatever morally defensible motivations he claims to have for treading into Hei's mind, is innocent of the realities. He's idealistic, and Hei can't blame him for that, because that's how he was brought up -- how he is. But fuck all if he's going to let the young man get sucked into a dimension that robs you of your freedom to say No forever. Hei's whole ethos revolves around allowing people to make their own choices, to point out the direction of their own lives. A confusing message, if your purview is deception. But that's not what it's about. Hei's seen the other side of the coin -- the coercion and blackmail of the Syndicate. If he can help it, he'll keep anyone else from sinking into it too. ]

[ His lips twitch at Pavel's words, wry rather than rueful. Hei knows better than to expect a day without bitterness. You can't put psychic fragments back together. Can't fix things because that's not how they work. Functionality is good enough. Refusing to be erased, trampled, defeated? Even better. ]

Or live. Back home, that's just as good.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Doesn't lie? What an anomaly Spock would be, in Hei's world. No man in his experience lives and breathes without deceit. (All the honest men are dead and squashed flat, having been buried in their sleep by the weight of their own truths.) Even here, away from the Syndicate, Hei's life is a lie, ensconced in a bunch of subsidiary lies. Lies shooting at all angles. Still, he's learning, step by step, that it isn't always necessary to sell someone an illusion, to conjure up a mirage by playing-pretend. He can't grow from lies and fabrications; honest development -- within himself, with other people -- doesn't happen that way. ]

[ (There was a time when Hei wouldn't have cared. But that'd also be the time he didn't have Pai with him.) ]

[ 'Li' blinks at Spock's gesture, seemingly slow on the uptake. Then he realizes -- Oh. ] S-Sorry about that. [ Dabbing the smears off with a sheepish smile, he remarks, ] If you explore new planets, I'm sure you've come across your share of ... um, hostile elements. Have you ever been attacked?

[chakotay]

[ chakotay shakes his head a little as he shapes one tower of a new area. it's times like these he wishes he could go into details about his tribe and the maquis. it would make this whole conversation go so much better. the beach wasn't part of his childhood. sure, his homeworld had beaches, but his tribe hadn't made sandcastles by the shore and even if they had, he never would have participated. he hadn't wanted anything to do with his tribe's traditions when he was growing up. not until a few short years ago. ]

My people lived farther inland. The beach wasn't a place we visited often and even if we had, I doubt I would have enjoyed it.

[ it's a huge admission for someone like him, but it's a work in progress, a slow and steady way to explain to spock why he might have been acting so uptight. ]

[mightbeconcussed]

"I'm Lucy," the blonde smiles. "It's nice to meet you." She hesitates a moment. "You're Scott's friend, aren't you?"