open | come bury your toes in the sand

[redigere]

WHO: Naminé and friends; open to passersby
WHERE: Beach near Heropa
WHEN: October 15th
WHAT: BEACH PARTY! Feel free to create a new prompt if the ones below don't appeal to you.
WARNINGS: None for now!

It'd taken a lot of last minute scrambling, a lot of runs to the grocery store, and a lot of help from her friends. But as Naminé steps back from the set up, she smiles. Allows herself a little bit of pride in what she's accomplished.

The home tent is where all the food is. Fold up tables have been loaded with an array of sandwiches, finger foods, and drinks, and a cooler nearby has fish and other seafood goodies to be grilled at the bonfire once someone gets hungry for it. This is also where she'll direct friends to drop off snacks and homemade goodies. Please do not sneak any of the chocolate and marshmallows meant for s'mores later.

Close by is the rest area, which is really just a big spread of blankets and a couple fold up chairs on the sand. She doesn't expect everyone to want to stay standing up all day, after all. Naminé knows she's going to be there for a bit, chatting with friends who are visiting, and she may have started a tiny sandcastle and collection of sea shells at the edge of the blankets as well.

The volleyball net and accompanying volleyball are borrowed from a co-worker, so it definitely needs to get back to her in one piece. There's plenty of space for other sports and competitions though...perhaps a game of soccer? And how could anyone ignore the ocean? She and a few others will likely be waist deep in it, learning and practicing how to swim.

Not bad for her first party. Now all she has to do is wait for her guests.

Comments

[historiology]

He is! He's my best friend!

[Best friend and then some. If only Sorey remembered their confession back in July with the fireworks. Except his memories are gone, of all that happened here prior to his return earlier today or so.]

[redigere]

I hope I can meet him someday soon, then! I want to try his homemade ice cream.

[historiology]

Oh man, you gotta! His ice cream is the best!

[It's. Not too hard to figure Sorey probably mentioned Mikleo's talent in that particular area previously. Because the Shepherd never misses a chance to wax poetic about the water seraph, of course.]

[redigere]

[She really wanted to try Mikleo's take on sea-salt ice cream today, and surprise Xion with it, but with Sorey missing his memories, no doubt he also forgot to ask Mikleo about it. Another day...]

Maybe next time we can have an ice cream party?

[historiology]

An ice cream party? That'd be great! I mean, er, you know. If Mikleo is up for it.

[Sorey really needs to chill and keep from always just offering Mikleo up to help with stuff before even asking the water seraph. Maybe he will learn. One day. Or not, if Mikleo never minds anyway if it makes Sorey happy.]

[redigere]

Oh, I wouldn't want him to do all the work, we'd bring ice cream too. I just think it'd be nice to have him come to a party, since he's your best friend.

[historiology]

Oh, then we'd have lots of flavors to try if everyone brought some!

[Already of course assuming this is going to be a thing that is going to happen because of course. It involves ice cream! And Mikleo. Mikleos' ice cream, even. Of course Sorey is excited at this idea!]

[redigere]

Yes! I know everyone from my world likes ice cream too, so we'd need a lot of it. But, I wonder if it's too cold now? The beach party was just in time, but an ice cream party...

[historiology]

Too cold for ice cream?

[Sorey didn't go to the typical obligatory snow setting in Zestiria okay so he's. Not quite computing this concept.]

[redigere]

Wouldn't it be?

[Winter is for hot and warm things, like cocoa and cookies.]

I guess it might depend from person to person.

[historiology]

I dunno. It didn't get that cold back home, really. But that might have been Gramps' domain and all, I guess. Mikleo just always gave me some when I was distracted or busy and forgot to eat. So I'd at least have something to keep me going.

[redigere]

Does that mean the only thing you'd eat for a meal is ice cream?

[The thought is kind of amusing as well as concerning, but then again she knows three people who would eat nothing but ice cream, most of the time.]

[historiology]

What? No, of course not! I couldn't literally live off of it. But it was something he made me a lot.

[So he is biased and it therefore became a favourite and something of a comfort food for him over the years as a result.]

[redigere]

[Yup, he's exactly like Roxas, Xion, and Axel. She giggles behind her hand.]

I think you should talk to Xion, if you haven't already. She loves ice cream too.

[historiology]

Xion? I don't know if I have yet. But I will! I'm sure Mikleo wouldn't mind making her some too if she'd enjoy it!

[Mikleo was always willing for Sorey at least. He can't see why it'd be any different for anyone else who might be hungry and enjoy some ice cream or whatever other meal the seraph might make.]

[redigere]

She's here at the party today, actually, so please say hello anytime. She's one of the people from my world.

[She swivels around in her floatie to look towards the shore, scanning the crowd before pointing.]

Over there. The girl with short black hair and the one piece swimsuit.

[historiology]

Oh, she's here? If I don't catch her today, then I can at least recognize her if I see her around later then!

[He pauses, following her gaze and gesture towards the darker haired girl. Short dark hair, pale skin, blue eyes. At least this way he'll figure who she is if he runs into her later, depending on how distracted he gets while here.]

[redigere]

Yes exactly. Xion is a little shy, but I think you'll be able to talk with her easily, Sorey.

[historiology]

You think so? Well, I'll try.

[If he remembered more about this place, he'd recall how he's been compared to Sora before and how that similarity might help put Xion at ease around him. Still, he's willing to make the effort.]

[redigere]

Thank you. I hope you two get along.

[She kicks her feet under the water, happy to facilitate new friendships. Which reminds her--she needs to remind him.]

I hope we will too. My name is Naminé.

[historiology]

Naminé. Got it! Sorry, I know this is probably weird....introducing yourself all over again and all.

[But well. She seems to be taking this well enough, considering. Sorey has to be glad for that at least, even as he kicks his own feet while holding to the inflatable shark.]

[redigere]

It's okay. I've done it once before. As long as you don't mind becoming friends again!

[historiology]

One of your other friends here went home and didn't remember? Or was it back home.....?

[Either way. That....this, it can't be easy for her.]

[redigere]

It was back at home. But it's okay, everything worked out in the end.

[Look at this calm face and be assured, Sorey!]

[historiology]

Oh. Okay then. I just....wasn't sure what to think when you said that.

[But he assumes from her reassurance that the memories returned. To whoever was involved there. Somehow. He's not sure such can happen here too, but either way, he's doing his best to roll with it.]