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[ 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! ]

[ 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. ]

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

Edited 2013-09-18 21:24 (UTC)

[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).]

Edited 2013-09-19 00:32 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[That sure is a giant polar bear... which is also a dog? This calls for Science!]

[Spock is cautiously offering Naga some meat on a plate.]

[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.]

[No shirt and tie - the new look - this time. Neil is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but his hair is styled differently and he looks a little more... mature than he has previously. His feet are bare as he walks on the sand. He's seen Spock around on the network and thinks he knows he's they guy he spoke with way back, but he's a bit distracted by the sandcastles to completely connect the dots just yet.]

Whoa. You building a city or something?

[Spock looks at him, attempting to recall if they've met or communicated, but nothing comes to mind.]

I am practicing. There is to be a competition, later.

[Naga eagerly takes the proffered meat, surprisingly dainty and mindful of Spock's fingers for a wild animal. She chews, swallows, and then begins sniffing Spock -- not because she thinks he has more food, but because she's never smelled the like of him before. He's human-shaped, but not human-scented, nor does he have that weird human/wolf mix smell some of her friends in the City have.

Please excuse her while she sniffs your crotch, Spock. It's just science.]

[He clasps his hands behind his back and waits for her to finish.]

Hello. I am Spock.

[Maybe she's intelligent??]

[Naga is smarter than your average polar bear dog -- and many humans, let's be real here -- but she's not the most stunning conversationalist. She only recognizes a few words in English, none of which are "Hello. I am Spock."

She finishes sniffing, which doesn't give her any startling new insights, but she files the smells away in case she encounters anything like him later. He's not a fellow predator, which is the most important thing, so she wags her tail in friendly greeting.]

[Perhaps English is simply not her owner's native language. Regardless, Spock can't really guess, and so he carefully reaches to scritch her. Animals aren't unpleasant to touch, in fact, they are extremely soothing for a touch-telepath, however, Spock's never tried petting a polar bear dog.]

[Oooh, oooh, right behind the ear, if you please. Yesssss just like that...]

[Huh. Just like a pet. Which means Spock is keeping an eye and an ear out for the owner.]

Hello.

[Pai kneels abruptly next to Uhura. She has little interest in getting to know more humans, but her brother clearly doesn't like how isolated she is. As though he's much better. Almost all the people he knows only know the lie of him.

But. To make him happy, she's trying. That's why she ordered Yin to take her to this party, and why she is currently staring at Uhura. She has all the sweet-faced innocence of a child, but there's something a little creepy about it -- an offness that can't quite be pinned down.

Sorry, Uhura. There's only so much she can fake.]

[ 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. ]

[Pai is bored. Parties, it seems, consist entirely of people talking to each other, horsing around, and eating food. She can get behind the food-eating, but everything else is just too much. She doesn't even like humans much, and she's never been among this many all at once (not unless she was killing them, at least). She would leave, but then her brother would leave too, and she still thinks it's important that he have friends.

She settles down a few feet from Spock, because he's in one of the few quiet spaces on the beach, and she's curious.]

It's just going to get destroyed. [So why build it?]

[You know, Korra had been having a really good time at this party. Food, Chekov, water, new friends -- all good things.

Then she spots Marie, and her heart stops.]

What are you doing here?!?!

[She quickly looks the other woman over, trying to see if she has a gun. If she thinks she's going to ruin Chekov's party, that woman has another thing coming.]

[She always has a gun, but it is not the large assault weapon she had used to shoot Korra, it's merely a pistol that fits into an interior pocket of her pants.]

[Marie looks up at the girl silently for a moment. She's still not particularly sorry for shooting her, in total honesty. She had done what she felt needed to be done.]

It is zhe ensign's birthday.

[Because why would she ever address Chekov by his name, right. It's not like he's her adopted science baby or anything.]

Edited 2013-09-19 15:00 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

That doesn't answer my question. [It's not like she knows Chekov is your adopted science baby.] You have no right to be here!

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