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It's Luau Time

Nov 06, 2007 22:09

Who: Faith Lehane
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread ( Read more... )

jon.murphy, daisy.adair, molly.green, faith.lehane, scott.hayden, bill.campbell, parker.blaise, ellen.ripley, damon.megabyte, claire.littleton, ami.jackson, sam.tyler, kenzaki.kazuma, rose.tyler, gene.hunt, tenth.doctor, daniel.jackson, sam.winchester, martha.jones, susan.ivanova, methos, marmaduke.damon, day 38, dean.winchester, rodney.mckay, chloe.sullivan, john.locke, oona, george.lass, ninth.doctor

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[Scott] I am not *hic* drunk! ... Much. starborn_scribe November 7 2007, 18:36:22 UTC

Strangely, the last of the Alephevorian cider that Scott drained from his coconut shell cup tasted considerably better than his first sip had. He peered into the now-empty cup, murmuring, "Musta been the organic compounds oxidizing from contact with the atmosphere ( ... )

[Molly] purplerhino November 7 2007, 19:51:45 UTC

Molly had worn a grass skirt, and an anklet of seashells. Alcohol she could handle. Better than most full humans anyway. That was not to say she wasn't feeling mellow ( ... )

[Jon] fikgirl November 12 2007, 00:07:08 UTC

((OOC: I'm gonna try my hand at FI Jon))

"You've been a bad girl, Molly Green." Jon's admonishment failed to hit the mark due to the lopsided grin that made him look all the more boyish than he already appeared. He glanced at the tableau of Daniel and Faith, nodding his approval. If anyone needed to unwind it was Daniel; if anyone could help Daniel it was Faith and -

Just don't go there, Jon didn't allow himself to complete the chain of thoughts ( ... )

[Molly] purplerhino November 12 2007, 02:19:17 UTC

"Oh, I don't know. Moon isn't full. But if the rythem is right, I might be tempted into an older nature dance." Molly smiled up at Jon.

"As for my being bad... blame it on Robin Goodfellow. He's a terrible influance on anyone. He also taught me that fetish magic. Not that I could use it before." She laughed, "Besides, who'se going to punish me? Especially if everyone's happy."

Molly shook her grass skirt with a flick of her hips, liking the rustling sound. "You're not too bad on the dance floor. Didn't think this was your kind of music, though. You seem more a Stones man."

[Jon] fikgirl November 12 2007, 02:30:04 UTC

"Hey, you dragged me out here," Jon gave her waist a small squeeze. "I'm just going along for the ride. Not exactly my type of music, but it's better than what all the cool kids are listening to these days." Jon shuddered briefly at the memory of the music that filled the parking lot and gymnasium and garden at the high school before he wheedled his way out of there.

Jon tugged her gently closer. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Did I mention that I like the skirt?"

[Molly] purplerhino November 18 2007, 17:25:10 UTC

"Thanks. It's fun to wear, but it's as prickly as wool. Rustles better." She shimmied again, grinning at the sound.

"I think the Beach Boys would be more appropriate out here. Although, Annette I'm not. Maybe Bob Marley. My hair would be improved by dreads. Nah. orange dreads would look... dreadful." Molly kept watching Jon's eyes. She liked the way they crinkled a bit at the corners when he smiled.

"Of course, you should see me Swing. I always loved swing music."

Oops, bad idea to remind him how old she was. She might be able to pass for seventeen or eighteen, her personality might be close to that age for humans most of the time, but she was much older. But then, he was older than he looked as well. And younger. And that whole line of thought was enough to give a headache.

"I also have a weakness for Aerosmith." She confessed. "Sweet Emotion and Dream on... two of the best. So be warned. Steve Tyler ever even winks at me I'd be off faster than you could say groupie. One of my Five, you know."

The Luau Continues fikgirl November 25 2007, 15:19:39 UTC

The party is here

[Oona] purplerhino November 7 2007, 19:56:18 UTC

Oona had donned a grass skirt as well. Not as full as the one Molly wore, Oona had enough hips, thanks you. But it rustled as she walked around. At the moment she was looking for a place to set the tray she'd had shoved into her hands.

Oorie and Vincent loved the party. People were sneaking them bits of pork and fish, petting them, and dancing so the dogs could bark at the moving feet. For some reason the puppy had latched on to her for the moment.

Finally, she set down the tray and found herself a bamboo cup of wine so dhe could people watch unencombered.

[Methos] beccadg November 9 2007, 06:51:19 UTC

Methos watched how people were enjoying themselves at the luau, and had to remind himself he didn't have a drink in his hand because he wanted to be certain his mind was completely clear talking to Oona. Of course he'd also done his share of drinking the night before. Anyone who looked at some of the leis being worn could see they hadn't been made with a steady hand. Methos had been very careful Oona's lei didn't share those imperfections ( ... )

[Oona] purplerhino November 10 2007, 01:16:47 UTC

Oona fingered the beautiful flowers delicately for a moment before bowing her head for Adam to place it around her neck. He seemed to take the hint and did so ( ... )

[Methos] beccadg November 12 2007, 07:26:32 UTC

(OOC: 1. *Jack squee.* Man's been taking up particularly large chunks of my brain lately. 2. Methos scowled scowled at the thought of no one having given Oona flowers before ( ... )

[Oona] purplerhino November 12 2007, 23:32:44 UTC

He'd considered her skin when collecting the flowers? The rush of warmth spreading through Oona had little to do with the bonfire, or the temperature of the evening ( ... )

[Methos] beccadg November 14 2007, 07:02:51 UTC

(OOC: I've got to get him to talk about how much thought he put into Oona's lei in his journal. Since I had to listen to it, others should get to read it ( ... )

[Oona] purplerhino November 14 2007, 22:49:00 UTC

He was right, of course. This wasn't a campaign with clear cut guidelines. And Oona was always free with her friendship, even her joy, but a bit wary with her heart. Her mother had left when Oona was but seventeen. She was not dead, and last Oona heard, not in peril. She was just ready to resume her wandering, her profession. Oona had only known her father for a week. He was strange. He held obvious admiration and affection for her, but his people considered softer emotions a weakness. HE didn't care, and did allow himself to be protective, to show how precious she was. But he couldn't stay either ( ... )

[Methos] beccadg November 15 2007, 20:01:03 UTC

(OOC: It made her feel on more even ground. That's how Methos was hoping it'd work. It seemed only fair to him, given that he was glad to hear she has butterflies ( ... )

[Oona] purplerhino November 18 2007, 17:10:14 UTC

"Mmmm, and he sings as well. You are a man of meny talents." Oona teased.

She was a bit nerveous, but excited as well. And she seemed to tingle where Adam touched her, making her want to lean into his touch.

"We missed sword practice today, with all the preperations," she mused. "I have to admit I enjoy the time with you. And the physical activity. You're certainly keeping me on my toes."

Oona swayed softly. This was just another sort of dance.

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