there's always a lighthouse. there's always a beach party.

[wheremst]

[ Welcome to... a very nice beach, actually! It's very pleasant here. Carmen has set up a couple bonfires, there's some barbecues with meat to cook... and a lot of beach to hang out on! ]

Welcome to California's Pigeon Point Light Station State Park! Between Santa Cruz and San Francisco, just south of Pescadero, this lighthouse gets it's name from the Carrier Pigeon, a ship that wrecked here in 1853! ... Sorry, old habit. Go party. We have the whole place to ourselves. Most everyone here's been through something like this, or knows someone who has. And... the vending machine's bringing in some friends of yours, too.

[ It's a warm late summer night - not too hot for bonfires, but not too chilly that you need to stick by them to survive.

You've made it to the end. There are fellow survivors to meet and commiserate with, friends to meet or catch up with, and... it's over. For those of you returning, it's been about a year since the end of Round 2, and Carmen's gotten the word out to as many people as she can between trying to help this round and tracking down Round 0. If you'd like to play a hostage from the first motive, just know that they will remember it, but it's up to the player in the main round if time has passed since then or not so... it may have been a day or two ago or it may have been months! And hell with it, if you want to play a Round 0 character you suggested back in r1, come talk to us. Why not?

EDIT: Asher has gone to the trouble of making a toplevel directory for anyone intimidated by the number of pages!

Enjoy the last log of Unknown Seas! You've earned it. Love meme will come later tonight in the ooc comm. ]

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[chemicalromance]

[Eleanor finds a nice patch of sand to sit on and stays there for almost the entirety of this impromptu celebration. Uncaring as the waves slowly coming up to lap at her boots. Her head rest in her arms, her gaze held on the open ocean stretching out before them.

At one point, she does approach one of the bonfires, just as it appears to be dying down into embers.]

Here, let me-

[She snaps her fingers and - Fwoosh. The bonfire is ablaze again.

Later still. Well. She goes looking for Cipher, of course.]

bonfire

[myceelium]

How kind- I certainly appreciate it.

[ Jade smiles, not perturbed in the least by the sudden show of power. ]

Would you like a s'more?

[chemicalromance]

It's... not much, especially given what you all have accomplished.

[. . .]

What's a "s'more"?

[myceelium]

Well, it's still quite a feat.

[ Humans back home would pay dearly for some inkling of super powers or abilities. ]

S'mores are land desserts consisting of graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate, warmed to perfection. They're a festive snack, especially around bonfires and camping trips.

[ He holds up a small plate of them! ]

[prompocalypse]

[She gives a smile in greeting when Eleanor arrives next to her at the fire.]

You know I could've done that, right?

[She snaps her fingers and her hand catches fire, summoning a bolt of flame.]

How's freedom, sweetheart?

[chemicalromance]

It's only fair that I do some of the work. [Heh.] "Incinerate: fire at your fingertips".

[She smiles, openly, for possibly the first time.]

It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before.

[prompocalypse]

You're a lot cuter when you smile, you know that?

[She smirks, cocking her head.]

I'm happy for you. Which doesn't usually happen, for the record, I'm kind of a nightmare.

Any plans?

[crocodiline]

[ Cipher, hair fixed up, is sort of vibing around the edges of the party. Half to Eleanor, half to the air: ]

Do you think this is what it would have been like if I'd gone the way of everyone I hire and joined Toretto's family? Awkward barbecues after every job well done?

[chemicalromance]

[Cool. Cool. This is all good and fine.]

...I don't know if I can give an answer to that. My family was... [Huff.] Well, you know my family - Aunt Grace, Uncle Gilbert, they both wanted to help me when my... when Sofia tried to use me. And I'll never forget what she did to father.

[She crosses her arms, gauging the summertime activities.]

I guess this is what family is. Or what it could be, if you let it.