September Mingle Log

[thalassino]

[The mingle party for this month is slightly delayed, and it certainly isn't because Station Master had decided to wait for the perfect weather.

Today, the party is taking place on the island, where there are locals stationed out on the beach who're more than happy to toss you a kite and show you how to fly one in this breezy day. There are plenty of kites to choose from, ranging from the simple to the pretty to the more tentacular.

Further out along the beach are rows and rows of surfboards, with a sign. With those sweet waves, doesn't it make you want to get out there and ride them? ...Well, even if you don't, some locals will be quite insistent you try and look they're even willing to show you the ropes!

Away from the waves, however, is an outdoor barbeque, with locals cooking shrimp prawns, fish, hot dogs, skewers... anything you want. There's something for everyone, and if you want to be the cook, they'll happily shove over and give you space to be the Iron Chef of the Beach.

...Actually the party's just an excuse for Station Master to show off his masterpiece]

Comments

[redboots]

[Another flutter of her eyelashes]

What's wrong, don't you like the little skulls around your nips?

[flared]

Oh, sure, they're precious.

[Excuse him while he tries to rub them off.]

What are these even supposed to be?

[he asks as he point to one of the tentacles.]

[redboots]

Can't you guess?

[flared]

[He rolls his eyes and still tries to rub the stupid things off. Dammit dammit dammit]

It's not my fault your art's so terrible.

[redboots]

Wow, rude! Alright, I'll give you a hint- you've already had a pretty close encounter with them before.

[flared]

Yeah, like that's supposed to narrow it down.

[Ugh. He'll have to get in the water for this to come off, won't he?]

[redboots]

Loser.

[She starts to wiggle her fingers at him- and the fingers start to shapeshift into tentacles.]

[flared]

[Axel catches sight of her wiggling her finger... tentacle... things at him then gives her the most displeased look ever.]

... Why.

[Just. Why. Why those and why did she have to doodle them there out of all places.]