Meeting of the Minds

[breakfastmetaphors]

Who: Everyone who chooses to participate
Where: Breakneck Cay
When: December 5th
What: A summit to get down to business and get this situation sorted out, L-Elf-style
Warnings: Possible violence?
Style: Any
Status: Open

Upon arriving on Breakneck Cay, if you can navigate the shoals safely and find safe mooring, you'll notice that the beach is more or less abandoned unless you count the countless shipwrecks an snarled piles of debris strewn across the shore. If you approach the jungle, you'll notice a makeshift sign pointing towards a path leading into the trees. There's a lengthy note tacked to it with a detailed map, an exhaustive list of rules and etiquette for participating in a military summit, and probably more if anyone actually got past the part with the map.

The meeting is to be held in a strangely silent clearing. Upon arriving, you'll find L-Elf sitting on the huge stone in the center, fast asleep. It's immediately obvious that this is not a social occasion or it at least wasn't planned by someone with any idea how to make guests feel comfortable. There's nowhere to sit except on the ground and definitely no refreshments. It might be a good idea to send someone back to the ship to pick something up if you want to make it through this thing.

Comments

[redcinemareel]

My, my~! It's been a rather long while, hasn't it?

[Grell strides over to him. It's a bit difficult to miss his height from any place she stood. She wears a pleasant smile as she makes her way over.]

You look well.

[thatched]

Too long, Red. [he boldly takes her hand and kisses it] You look stunning as ever. The sea has been kind to you.

[redcinemareel]

Not as kind as you, obviously~! [She grins at his charm. How she missed it.]

How are you enjoying this affair so far?

[thatched]

Well, the food is alright, the booze is good, some of the company is gorgeous. [wink] Others are... trying. [in either sense of the word]

And yourself?

[redcinemareel]

And some aren't trying at all~! [She doesn't mind the Shirtless One being sour towards her. At least he's nice to look at.]

It's going well enough. Honestly, I'm still expecting something exciting to happen.

[thatched]

Is that right? Do you know something I don't know?

[redcinemareel]

Oh, I'm sure you'll know soon enough. Why should I spoil the surprise?

[thatched]

Because I'm handsome and bewitching. [lifts her chin] And you can't help but tell me everything you know, lady mine.

[redcinemareel]

[...damn him. She's supposed to be forgetting about men!]

How right you are.

[She points a gloved finger over at Ning, keeping her gaze on Thatch.]

He's not your biggest fan, and it extends to my crew as well, due to association.

[thatched]

Well he obviously has no sense of class. [he turns her hand over, exposing her wrist and gently kisses the pulse point, looking into her eyes] Or beauty.

[redcinemareel]

Poor soul. [She smiles, idly brushing aside a stray hair from Thatch's face.] He seems to be alright with such a disposition.

[thatched]

That's because he hasn't lived. [nibbles her wrist and then sweeps her up, hand on the small of her back into a slow swaying dance though there is no music to be had] And how goes your living Red? Having any fun in your young sensitive age?

[redcinemareel]

[Ah, she can always count on Thatch to spice things up. She happily dances with him, doing her best to keep to the rhythm he set up. Her hand will rest on an arm. It's probably muscular, isn't it?]

The seas have been calm, but I'm certain things will pick up. I do wish I could put this sensitivity to work, though.

[thatched]

[steel bars would cry and do pull ups]

Sensitivity? [he pulls her just a hair closer and raises an eyebrow] Am I missing something, gorgeous?

[redcinemareel]

[Just what she needed~!]

Nothing yet. Best to stick as close as possible so you don't miss out. [With a charming smile, Grell gives him a wink.] Sort of as you are now