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

[disbands]

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.

Comments

[mordacita]

[ Uh huh. Rafa looks skeptical, particularly now that Percy's been mentioned. ]

Is that not the boy who once approached Eudio's network with a sex toy shaped like a dolphin?

[ He's sure that's the one. ]

[deathkid]

Ugh. Yes, that's him. [ pinching the bridge of his nose now, completely and thoroughly exasperated. very much in the way someone might get with a beloved child. though in nico's case, only the beloved part applies. ( even if percy does occasionally act like a child. ) ] He's such a kelphead sometimes.

[mordacita]

[ Rafa knew it. His smile gets wider. ]

So, then the gods are not the only one with an interest in...this kind of thing.

[ He takes a sip of his drink, watching Nico through his eyelashes. ]

[deathkid]

[ chokes on his own drink. ]

That doesn't mean that he-! And I'd never-! We'd never...! Gross, dude! I so don't want to think of Percy being into... Ugh!

[mordacita]

[ Rafa can't help laughing. This is turning out to be a wonderful occasion. ]

Are you quite certain? There is always the chance it runs in families. Technically, you are related to Percy, are you not?

[deathkid]

[ waving his hands dramatically. ]

Not at all! The godly side doesn't count! There's no DNA or anything involved, gods.

[mordacita]

[ Rafa points at him. ]

There is something. You get their magic, their powers. Do you suppose that is coincidence?

[deathkid]

[ urrrrgh hiding his face in his hands ]

Why are you trying to make it seem like I would do anything like that! I wouldn't!

[mordacita]

That is called teasing.

[ Pause. ]

Or genetics. Either way.

[deathkid]

[ makes a sound not unlike a verbal keysmash. ]

I fell for it too easily.

[mordacita]

[ Rafa laughs, and touches his hand. ]

You must think me so serious. Why is that?

[deathkid]

[ gives rafa a mild glare, though it borders more on a pout, if anything. ]

Most of our conversations have been pretty serious, when you think about it.

[mordacita]

Perhaps we should change that.

[ He gives him a cautious smile. ] I did not think myself so dour.