[closed] (loud screaming) BOAT PARTY

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Who: Taako, Lup, Barry, Kravitz, Magnus, Lance, and Nate.
What: 7 assholes, two boats, heading into the ocean for the chance to look for some buckwild stuff.
Where: Out at sea!
When: The entirety of the voyage; August 13th-September 3rd.
Warnings: Idk PG-13 levels of shirtlessness, curse words, maybe somebody ends up overboard at some point. Should be cool.

This is a catch all for the boat party for this group! Make top-levels for threads within this time and go friggin' wild. For convenience, I've provided 3 toplevel headers as general timeline assistance; as far as events of the voyage go, it'll basically be:

Week One: (August 13th-19th) Leaving the city and traveling to the fragment!
Week Two: (August 20th-26th) Still traveling, picking up whatever they find somewhere in here, since it's about the middle.
Week Three: (August 27th- Sept 3rd) Traveling and arriving home!

Feel free not to use exact dates, I sure don't care, this is just to help figure out if things happened before other things, OTHERWISE GO WILD

Comments

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I'm not- [Nate presses his lips together immediately, knowing better than to argue. Taako is a relentless shithead and because of that, Nate knows he wouldn't escape the argument unscathed.] Yeah, okay.

[Hands up, falling back on the blithe denial he used to wear for most of his extended jobs, Nate folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the side of the boat. For a good thirty seconds they sit in contemplative silence, before his gaze slants along the boom and across to the other half of their "fleet."]

You give a shit about me, huh.

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[He rolls his eyes in a movement that's almost audible for how exaggerated it is.]

Oh bullshit. I was talking about Lup n' co, don't put words in my mouth.

[He totally does, but like, y'know. Taako. You gotta look between what he says and what he means for these sorts of things.]

No need to start clingin' to a new wife because Elena won't pick up, like, if it was that easy to get you I'd have done it already.

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Uh-huh.

[Unconvinced - denial is not just a river in Egypt - Nate raises his eyebrows, face impassive and unreadable.]

I believe you. Caring about people sucks.

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Caring about people is dumb and that's why I don't do it. The Null suck but they're right about feelings being a fucking disease.

[He says, when he cares so deeply about Lup it's not only obvious, it's 75% of his entire being.]

You're useful, but don't go trottin' around like you're big shit just because you get to hang out with me, jeez.

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Whatever you say, buddy.

[Which is textbook passive voice for "You're a fucking liar and we both know it," in so many words.

Nate sits upright, turning to look out at the sea for a prolonged moment. The water lapping against the sides of their little boats might be the kind of thing to lull him into a nap were he not so wired. The horizon looks dark, and storms travel fast over water.]

Whatever you say.

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[He snorts, leaning back and crossing his arms.]

Don't give me that.

[Jerkman, making him give a shit, how dare.]

They're gonna be fine. And even if they're not we're too far out to do anything about it. Bring her with next time. If Magnus is duct taped to the mast we coulda found space.

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On this boat? You're kidding, right?

[Nate gestures to their vessels, which resemble dinghies more than they do sailboats.]

I don't know how all of you fit on that one in the first place.

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[Taako chuckles in a way that implies he's about to start talking about the chaos emeralds.]

Oh, babe, I have my ways. C'mon, it's magic.

[This is honestly a much better experience than being sad, so he leans forward, grin spreading wide.]

You wanna know the secrets, Natey boy? You wanna get in on the exclusive Taako knowledge?

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[Nate briefly rolls his eyes into another dimension, aware of Taako's penchant for the dramatic, but curiosity has been eating at him and he has to wonder if they've enchanted their boat so it's bigger on the inside.]

Yeah, okay. Hit me.

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[He wiggles a bit in his seat, before standing and reaching out to throw his arm over Nate's shoulders like a used car salesman.]

Come with me, my dude.

[Whether Nate keeps touching him or not, Taako pulls him down into the bottom of their ship, into the sleeping quarters. Except instead of the actual bed that was in here, what seems to be set up is a medium-sized tent. It encloses the space well enough, but certainly isn't big enough for the five of them. Taako pulls back, winking at Nate, and gets down on his knees to slip inside.

As soon as Nate pokes his head in, it'll become suddenly apparent that it's hugely bigger on the inside. From seemingly nowhere, water cascades from a wall into a shallow pool, and wicker chairs like you might find on a beach covered in plush padding can be seen nearby. Across the room, a table is set out with a half-full plate of sandwiches stacked on it. And finally, in a further back room with a partition pulled to the side, much like a cabana, is the actual mattress that was in here. All together, it looks like it's big enough to be the size of the boat. Taako stretches once he enters, putting his hands on his hips, and looks just over his shoulder at Nate taking it all in with a smug look and glint in his eyes.]

Two words, my man. Pocket spa.

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[Nate follows as led - what else are they supposed to do around here, anyway? - and stoops to get into the poor excuse for a cabin that the other boat sports. Almost immediately he is assaulted by a smell not unlike a Bed, Bath and Beyond, soapy and floral and accompanied by a (comparatively massive) room within a room.

This must be the dimension he rolled his eyes into.

Nate stands at the threshold of a luxury spa with abject confusion and when he turns to catch Taako's look he almost wants to strangle him.]

...Are you fucking kidding me? You've had this the whole time?

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[Watching the face journey Nate is going on right now is going to be worth any imminent pain, as he finally speaks and Taako's whole body shakes in a chuckle, his grin split all the way over his face. He swivels on his heel to face Nate again, conveniently out of arm's reach.]

Babe, I've had this since day 1 in the city. Came with me from Faerün. Even someone naturally gorgeous has to keep up their skincare routine.

[He looks like it's taking everything he has not to fall over laughing and wait for Nate to crack first. It's a struggle, for sure.]

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[It's good that Taako stays out of arm's reach, because otherwise Nate would throw him into that pool of water in a decidedly un-sexy way. Nodding to himself in disbelief he huffs an incredulous laugh, because how else would Taako look so effortlessly put-together and rested all the goddamn time?]

Okay. So.

[Give him a second to take a breath.]

Here's the deal. You're gonna let me take my first bath in weeks in here, and I'm gonna abstain from murdering you in cold blood.

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[He is barely holding himself together by the time Nate starts talking, and when he finally gets that out Taako just bursts into a screaming laugh fit, wrapping his hands around his midsection and rocking back on his heels until he's hardly standing. This is the best day of his life. Holy shit.]

Why the hell would I bring you here and not let you shower? C'mon, smelly boy. But y'know, there has to be a wizard in here to make it work, so I'll just have to lounge around. I won't peek, I'll put the cucumbers on the ol' eyes and everything.

[He's a lying liar who lies, but like, Nate doesn't know that.]

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...sure.

[He says, with no small amount of apprehension. Magic - real magic, not the stage magic he spent years futzing around with - is still largely beyond his ken, and he doesn't know whether to question the veracity.

Moreover, he is fully aware that Taako will sneak a peek anyway. What is he, new?]

Show me the towels, garçon.

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[He will take like, one peek. Sadly he's begun to actually like Nate, and that means respecting at least 75% of his boundaries. He may have a very unhealthy idea of what should be shared with people you're close with, but he's not a sexual predator.

Besides, watching Nate get flustered is such good entertainment.

He gives a sweeping bow, gesturing further in before turning to walk to the back.]

Right this way, my man. Feel free to borrow Maggie's robe, he just walks around naked anyway.

[Enjoy your cleanliness, Nate. Now Taako can get in your face more comfortably for the rest of this trip.]