[closed] (loud screaming) BOAT PARTY

[pocketspa]

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

[restinglichface]

[Even after a decade alone to think far too long and deeply on what she'd done, the decision still haunts Lup at times. Every single time that Barry or Taako wake up screaming in the night, waking to temporary forgetfulness. When their eyes slide over Lup and there's nothing but a blank, questioning looking staring her back, until the seconds tick by and the recognition finally hits. Until they finally remember her.

What Nate is doing to himself is different, sure, but Lup can't stand the thought of him leaving his family behind broken like she had. She just can't.

It's not a full surrender, the kind of victories Lup usually fights for, but her long ears dip down and she gives the man a careful nod. This is above even her own ego. She needs him safe more than she needs to win.]

Noted. I can work with that.

[Her fingers, calloused and warm, linger against his arm for just a few more moments before dropping away. And it's so hard to tell with the twins, but there's an immediate relief in the line of tension along her shoulders when that mask gets tossed aside.]

I'm not doubting you, alright? Just. [Ugh, emotions are never not gross.] Don't get a big head or whatever, but I guess I care.