Beach Party - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
24/4/2014
Log
Silence permeated the atmosphere, thunderclouds darkening the skies. No big worries, though; it was all part of the plan. Well, at least it had been before he'd gotten frustrated and decided fuck the plan, he didn't need a plan. After all, what good was a plan if everything all went wrong in the end anyways? And God knew, things were just bound to go wrong.
There was a static thud as speakers clicked into life. Bony hands running over the keys and cursor, the young adult standing motionless for a minute or two. Then he cocked his head, listening, as a zombie sound travelled through the innards of the machine and out through the wires, through the vast black stero, and finally out of those great speakers. The sounds emited filled the entire area, clawing below the tremulous blue of the skies, hungry to get out. Meanwhilst, Laurie moved his shoulders to the rhythm, his gaze slitted as he scanned his kills, his pickled sounds, and found what he wanted: a snatch of trumpet, a wail, a cry of invitation. Dropping them into his tune, a predator's grin flickering at the edge of his curled lips as they sequed smoothly into the rolling bass, the slamming drums. Stolen chords and shouts that rode the waves of bass like surfers. They were fleeting and teasing, snatches of sound bursting into existence and sliding over the beat, tracing it, then winking away. Nodding his head, smiling, the alley cat seemed to find it to his satisfaction, stroking the keys almost lovingly.
Laurie had long since set up the little volleyball thing, traveling the soggy sands of the shoreline uncertainly, an expression of distaste etched into his visage; pale lips set in a grimace. Now he stood by the imaginary gates, calling to imaginary crowds. "Come and get it, fuckers!"
Salt walks up to the shoreline and stretches. It had been a long time since he had been to a beach, but he felt he was ready to play some volleyball. Salt looked at the net, making sure he remembered how to play. He then walked over to the Alley cat and said, "So what are the teams?"
Tyrel hums softly to herself as she wanders down the beach, clothed in her oversized gym shorts and loose fitting athletic top. She pauses, hearing the music thumping from the speakers, before quickly making her way towards the small gathering. "What do we have here?" she asks nobody in particular as she looks around, her head bouncing lightly with the music.
Tahrzek has been going further and further afield. Today he has found himself on some sort of beach in an area he has not familiarized himself with yet. The hexapodal dinosaur becomes attracted to the noise of...something in the distance. It didn't take long at all for curiosity to get the better of him. As such, the eight foot by fourteen foot feral trots toward where everyone is beginning to gather, the ground shaking more than the beat of the music would suggest during his approach. Unlike others, nothing but a collar is worn by this one, showing off the huge bits between the hindmost legs.
Breezy pads along, skirting the edges of the water. Occasionally, she kick up some wet sand as she strolls. She notices a vollyball set up and heads over since curiosity got her - as it usually does for kitties.
Nephele had heard the announcement. Or hadn't she? Was there even an announcement? Maybe not! But nevertheless, she found herself at the beach. Her clothing wasn't particularly different, still armed with her gun strapped to her shoulder, chain-sword at her hip, and a belt full of pouches holding a variety of necessary things. Yet her attention quickly is taken up by the loud boom of.. music? Drawing her ever closer to the beach before blinking in surprise at what she sees. She remains around the outskirts however, simply watching a few other people be ddrawn in.
Having heard the distant sounds of loud, pumping music, the massive blue dragon paused underneath the waves of the ocean, not too far from the shore. His curiosity getting the better of him, Dastion surfaces and peers toward the beach, but not before noticing the dark clouds overhead. "Hmm, I guess now would be a good time to head back," he says to himself as he finally reaches the beach and looks toward the thumping music. "Actually... this looks interesting." His tail drums on the sand as he listens to the beat, and begins to make his way over, forgetting his armor on the beach.
Lizzie walks up toward the get together wearing a pure white bikini with the words 'Fuck You' written on her ass. Her bare feet slip along the sand as she gets closer and eyes everything, wondering just how awesome the party would be. The only other things she had brought with her today was a rather large sniper rifle and a massive cooler of alcohol. "WHERE ARE THE BITCHES?" She yells out with a grin on her face, eyeing everyone there and sizing up everyone for a fight, fuck, or fun.
Laurie lets out a shriek, darting up and over from his meticulously spread blanket to rudely slap Breezy's hand from the ball. His eyes snap violet fire, pearly ivories exposed in a grisly baring of fangs as the feral stands his ground, his ire efficiently riled by the other feline's actions. "I haven't announced the rules yet!" he hisses, stepping back and away, fickle sensories for once heedless of the grainy textures beneath his paws as he retreats to his blanket with the ball safely in hand. He settles onto the soft fabric, visibly subsiding after noticing the others.
Herma sways ad licks hir lips as sie looks at the gathering group. Sie was wearing a new custom swim suit to fit hir huge sexual parts. With a neigh sie lets hir pegasus wings stand erect through some holes in hir swim suit's back. "I hope this custom suit won't rip"
Tyrel gives a friendly wave to those gathering near the steadily growing crowd. She looks curiously at some of the arrivals, in an effort to size up their personalities. Her round bottom swings obscenely behind her in the rather silly appearing shorts that cover the lower half of her form.
Breezy starts to snarl at the sudden swipe, but quickly shakes it off, raising her hands "Its all yours, I guess" She eyes the alley cat for a moment, her tail jerking in annoyance while she does so. She glances about at the others who are quickly gathering and shrugs. "So what's the rules?"
Leoth suddenly flys over the beach, observing the croud. He then wonders to him self, "hmm, should i join them?" After thinking for a bit, he steels himself, then flies down amongst the croud, waving to everyone in turn.
Nephele continues to remain upon the outskirts are more people filter in, the sudden crowd making her ill at ease. She folds her arms over her chest, pressing into the armored vest she wore as she continues to watch, her green eyes darting to the many inhuman figures wandering about.
Dastion finally arrives at the volleyball net and takes a look at the others as they arrivee from all directions. He looks down at himself and groans in annoyance as he realizes what he had forgotten on the beach. "Well, let's see how this goes," he says as he strides over to where the alley cat is defending is ball. The dragon's tail flicks amusingly from side to side as he decides to have a seat and wait for the rules before getting himself into trouble. Waving to those gathering, he leans back onto his hands and feels the coarse sand between his fingers.
Laurie thoughtfully retrieves the armour from the shore, dragging it out of the shallows with an ease that belies his slight frame. It was shiny and he fuckin' liked shiny things. So, ignoring the female's question, he laid the bulky item upon his blanket and turned it over onto its shell, deciding to use it as a bed. "The rules," he declared then, "are few and far between. Unless you mean the ones regarding the game; in which case ya'll better gather 'round with open ears, 'cause I ain't gonna be repeating myself."
Lizzie sets down the cooler and opens it up to pull out a large sixty ounce bottle filled with a mix of beer and mead. "First rules is have a fuckin' drink. Second rule is when you're not drinkin' get a fuckin' drink and down that bitch. Sounds like good rules to me." She says with a loud laugh, cracking the bottle and starting in on it as she walks close Laurie.
The Dinosaur wanders about amongst the more bipedal arrivals. Being pretty much ignored for the most part despite being the largest around except for one, Tahrzek gradually wanders over to where the largest creature is and settles right beside him. Yes, Dastion has just gained a partner on the beach.
Herma nods with breasts and testicles bouncing at the same time. The pegasus hermaphrodite listens intently.to the rules. But wasn't sure if it was a drinking game or volly ball.
Violet eyes narrow, the feral's fair cheekbones flushing with offense. He whirls on the human female, his features once more contorted in a snarl. "Shut up, I'm talking!" His palms slap against the ball, the dull thud echoing beneath the grisly dubstep that pounds throughout the area. One moment blurs into another and suddenly the feline is jumping up and down, screeching a request: "I need a super tall person, stat!"
Dastion arcs his brow in surprise and rises at the request. "I'll volenteer, but what do you need me to do?" He eyes the feline curiously, but shows that he means no offense with his deep blue eyes.
Tyrel looks up at Tahrzek as he takes a seat near Dastion, her eyes curiously checking out their large sizes. Her meandering leads her to the volleyball net just in time to see the feline throw a hissy fit. "I'm afraid I'm not that tall..." she mumbles.
Salt fiddles with the drawstrings of his swimtrunks in an effort to tighten them, not wanting the to slip down as he runs. He looks at the number of people that had gathered so far and laughed a little to himself, "Quite a variety we have here, wouldn't you say?" He watches as Laurie starts jumping, slightly amused, but keeps Salt comments to himself as he waits for Lauire to speak.
Herma giggles like a bimbo and pats hir breasts "You could stand on my coushined fun bags"
Nephele hesitates a moment at the words the male calls out, the mention of rules causing her brows to furrow together. She presses her lips together firmly before, still hesitant... she begins to approach. She continues to keep herself away from the others however, standing off to the side while listening.
Leoth comes over and joins nephele.
Laurie flails his arms, attention alighting upon the two dragons present. Wow, now they were tall. Surely one of them would volunteer, no? For once the feral proves patient, as he waits on responses and indeed, one of the reptiles offer, though hesitating to approach. "I need you to pick me up and put me on your shoulders so everyone can see me," he explains rapidly, already holding out his arms expectantly. "Come on, you want to play ball, don't you?"
What in the fuck was a fun bag?
Dastion nods as he stares down at the feline. "Alright, hang on tight once you're up there." He bends down and picks Laurie up, plopping the cat onto his shoulders and turning to face the crowd. "Ok, I think you're good."
Tahrzek quickly loses his beach partner the moment he settles down. Or, he didn't get a chance to settle down in the first place thanks to that large gut keeping things a little complicated. The dino makes an animalistic bellow and gets back to his feet, turning about to try and get comfortable again. Resembles a dog in the process, turning about to pat down the ground and all.
Herma whines a bit and presses hir breasts together, hir horse tail swating the cheeks of hir ass as milk starts to soak her swimsuit. Being part of the center of attention would have been great advertisement for hir porn studio.
Even though he'd asked explicitly for it, the feral still can't help but loose a dismayed squeal as he's obliged and promptly seated upon the giant's shoulders. "Okay, so, the rules!" Laurie yells .. and then winces, 'cause his throat is dry. "We're gonna play ball and the winning team gets to fuck the other!"
Nephele watches everyone gather closer and closer together, the sight of that large... creature lifting the smaller one making her blink. She does glance to Leoh as he draws closer however, nodding politely... before her entire face turns beat red as the sight of... well... it was hard -not- noticing milk spilling from someone's chest. She shakes her head a touch before staring blankly at Laurie and the.... rules. "Those.. are terrible rules," she states flatly.
Salt cranes his head back to see Laurie atop Dastion's shoulders and chuckles, "Heh, how's the weather up there, can you see your house?" Upon hearing the cat's remark, his eyes go wide and he puts his hand up to his face, he then coughs a ittle and then says, "Heh, guess I'd better win then."
Tyrel waves to Leoth as he flies by, landing near one of the other women. She watches as the feline is lifted up and dropped onto one of the large creature's shoulders. "Uh...that seems like a rather extreme prize simply for winning a game..." she mumbles out softly, her own cheeks beginning to redden.
Dastion lets his eyes grow wide as he hears the rules of the game and winces a little at the loud voice close to his ear holes. He gives everyone a nervous smile and chuckles slightly while trying to keep Laurie from falling off of him. Cats may land on their feet, but a 12 foot drop is quite a fall.
Leoth waves back to tyrel and gives a kind smile, "hi there."
Herma Holds a hand up and a tit falls to spill more horse milk and slosh around. herma stated hir disagreement with what Tyrel said "Like, isn't fucking a mutual thing? How about the winning team gets to sexually dominate the losing team? That sounds much better to me."
"Divide yourself into two teams and---oh my God, give me that beer bottle. Yes, that one." And so it comes to pass that a beer bottle was thrown towards the outspoken members of the crowd, namely Nephele and Salt. The feral's gaze comes to land on the cowgirl with the big tits, his mouth turning down at the corners in disgust. But it's quickly masked, as he flashes her a beaming grin. "Hey there, sugar, what's your name?" he intones sweetly, softening his voice accordingly.
Tyrel blinks at Herma's statement, her eyes widening as she shakes her head back and forth. "Well...that's even worse!" she squeaks out, her body squirming at the thought.
"It seems more of a penalty to me, I might try to opt out IF I win, rather not take my chances refusing if I were to lose," Salt says, looking at the people surrounding him and gulps a little. He was even more determined to win now.
Tahrzek finally abandons all effort to try and get comfortable on the sand. Getting to his feet once again, the hexapodal dinosaur wanders over to the gathering crowd once again. This time, with everyone standing relatively still, he proceeds to sniff over everyone, only to bellow in surprise as a beer bottle strikes the ground so very close by.
