one ⛵ why don't you rest your fragile bones?

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Characters: Kenzi, Barclay & you!
Summary: Barclay and Kenzi have moved into a lighthouse home, and are throwing a housewarming. Everybody is invited— via Meow Meowd, Kenzi's daemon. Have drinks! Make merry! There are 3 unused bedrooms to abuse, and for those of you with magic, the oceanside location could definitely use some warding/fortification if D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. should ever come.
Date(s): Mid-September 2017, after the fair
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol and potentially other substance use, possibly sexual content, please warn in subject header if so!

Welcome to casa del Kenzi and Barclay, a beautiful oceanside lighthouse with a spacious attached home! Behold, there's a rooftop lounge breathing bright in the open air, a living room with sprawling windows, and two spare bedrooms, all of it in an interesting mix of blue and purple walls within the spacious interior. Check it out! The furniture and decor consist of both modern and vintage choices. Put together, it's as odd a fit as the couple who lives there now.

You might be relieved to know that the raccoon and possum running around are just their daemons. It's pretty clean overall! After all they were expecting guests.

It would appear that Kenzi and Barclay absconded with every bit of alcohol that spawned in the city of Xistentia. You have blue gin, whisky that glows, vodkas in various bottles both plastic and glass, a half-dozen tasteful cognacs, and a range of beers including something in a clay pot that smells rather interesting.

If you're here to drink and/or make new friends, this would be the place. You can also, however, offer to help your hosts with magical wards and protections, considering they're out here on the beach, not far from where newcomers tend to crash and allegedly overlooking the ocean D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. will someday come. (Alternatively, tell them they're daft for taking the risk, however small.) It's gloriously peaceful right now, though.

So maybe what you should really be doing is to go for a swim in the blue water. There's at least one pirate who will race you, and a reformed lady thief who probably won't be going through your pockets if you left your clothes ashore.

Also give them presents. They love presents.

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Have they even got sand dollars here? [Barclay asks aloud, in the middle of this considerable spiel. At some point, he actually twists around on the couch, scans about, and then picks up his possum-shaped daemon off the floor, actually. Putting the animal on his lap, he pokes and pries and whispers at it until he thinks it's actually

recording

this ludicrous speech that Vex is making. IN HIS DEFense, he's heard enough from Kenzi about the fae world to know that many of the types have particularities, okay, like that vampires are a type of fae-- with very obvious dietary restrictions, and other sorts besides. But if Vex is going to be vile and deceptive about it then... then...

well then a cunning and scheming pirate is going to have exactly zero idea. This is a weird world, okay. It's hard to anticipate the rules and the whatever of-- everything.] She isn't too bothered when I prefer one dress or blouse over another, [he says.] It's different, with the singing?

[vexy]

Go beach combing, you're bound to find a few.

[ Please, what beach DIDN'T Have sand dollars? He couldn't believe a pirate would ask something so ridiculous. Sven really deserved what he got. And was he poking his rodent? Whispering to it? Weird. ]

Yes, of course it's bloody different with singing. Sirens are all about singing. It might take a little while longer since she hasn't been fae all her life, but it'll kick in and you ought to be ready for it.

And don't forget the seaweed. Lots of it.

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[The kind of beaches where there are sea dragons and multidimensional events might well not have sand dollars. But Barclay takes the faerie's puffing and wheezing in good faith, because his drunkenness points in decidedly the opposite direction. He's in an optimistic mood, very much the opposite of the faerie.

At least 'til Vex revisits the seaweed.]

Seaweed, [he repeats. For an instant, he rewinds back to the use of seaweed masks for siren beauty regimen, and skepticism almost creeps in—-- -

but then he remembers seeing quite a lot of odd stuff like that back in Eudio. Mud masks. Clay masks. Algae masks. Why not seaweed?] How charmingly human, [he decides instead, patting his possum on the head.] Thank you for your assistance, Vex. [Kenzi may now expect that the next time she takes to her shower, off-key and cheerful, she's going to be commended better than she had ever expected !!]

wrapped!? :D

[vexy]

Anytime, mate. Anytime.

[ And he hoped rodent-lover Sven wouldn't discover his treachery anytime soon, because he had loads of more terrible advice to give regarding fae. ]