Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Jun 18, 2016 20:44:29 GMT
It had been a very hot day, as far as regional earth climatology goes.. and it had become a very warm night as well, but as the sun sets along the board walk, and the cooler breezes, riding the first shimmers of rising moon light, make landfall to bring sorely needed relief to the heat stricken inhabitants of beach city for the night, however, the activities for a couple gems are just about to take off..
Carbide trots down the boardwalk barefoot, her poncho, stuffed with fun stuff and snacks and other miscellania of mischief for the night, is rolled up and tied together as a make shift shoulder pouch. Her tank top flops untucked as she runs, and her khaki capri shorts jostle along with grace of equal measure. She hadn't gotten to see Aragon for more than a moment at a time, on a few occasions since their surprise meeting at the peir in Empire City a few weeks prior, but the short time they had was enough to convince the pair that they needed a .. nae.. DESERVED.. a night to relax, take it easy and be awesomely lame but still awesome.
She reaches the end of the Beach City Peir, where the Siren sat, a floating tavern, built on top of a retired barge, a lil old by human standards, but still very much sea worthy, although it spent most of its time snuggled happily up to the sheltered portion of the dock where it called home, and where its owner, Aragon, conducted buisness, to the theme of High-Medieval Fantasy in his tavern. But, given that tonight was a Sun-day... human term.. dont look into it much.. sun shines every day.... the tavern had closed officially a bit early for a venue of its nature, and Aragon had set about making the main area comfortable by clearing a few tables to the side, dragging out a couple lounge chairs, planty of cushions, and swiveling the large flat TV on the far wall so the pair could enjoy a sugar laced, popcorn filled Movie Night!
As she nears the wide gangplank to the tavern she piles on the brakes, but due to her running speed and some water on the dock, the scout skids past her mark and ends up tail over tea kettle on top of a pile of large red and white diving bouys, with a rather blackish plum hue of embarassment to her cheeks. But, in an instant she is back on her feet and brushing the sand and water droplets off her tookush as she boards the craft and peeks inside to see the fruits of her new-ish friend's hard work after closing the shop..."Hellloooooooo? Aragonite? You in here doll-face? I brough the tarts-of-popping like you asked... and umm.. a few other things!" She calls out as she pushes open the main door and steps into the main room, done up in all its rich fantasy finery.
Carbide trots down the boardwalk barefoot, her poncho, stuffed with fun stuff and snacks and other miscellania of mischief for the night, is rolled up and tied together as a make shift shoulder pouch. Her tank top flops untucked as she runs, and her khaki capri shorts jostle along with grace of equal measure. She hadn't gotten to see Aragon for more than a moment at a time, on a few occasions since their surprise meeting at the peir in Empire City a few weeks prior, but the short time they had was enough to convince the pair that they needed a .. nae.. DESERVED.. a night to relax, take it easy and be awesomely lame but still awesome.
She reaches the end of the Beach City Peir, where the Siren sat, a floating tavern, built on top of a retired barge, a lil old by human standards, but still very much sea worthy, although it spent most of its time snuggled happily up to the sheltered portion of the dock where it called home, and where its owner, Aragon, conducted buisness, to the theme of High-Medieval Fantasy in his tavern. But, given that tonight was a Sun-day... human term.. dont look into it much.. sun shines every day.... the tavern had closed officially a bit early for a venue of its nature, and Aragon had set about making the main area comfortable by clearing a few tables to the side, dragging out a couple lounge chairs, planty of cushions, and swiveling the large flat TV on the far wall so the pair could enjoy a sugar laced, popcorn filled Movie Night!
As she nears the wide gangplank to the tavern she piles on the brakes, but due to her running speed and some water on the dock, the scout skids past her mark and ends up tail over tea kettle on top of a pile of large red and white diving bouys, with a rather blackish plum hue of embarassment to her cheeks. But, in an instant she is back on her feet and brushing the sand and water droplets off her tookush as she boards the craft and peeks inside to see the fruits of her new-ish friend's hard work after closing the shop..."Hellloooooooo? Aragonite? You in here doll-face? I brough the tarts-of-popping like you asked... and umm.. a few other things!" She calls out as she pushes open the main door and steps into the main room, done up in all its rich fantasy finery.