On Golden Sands

[flangirl]

characters: anyone!
location: beacon, above the waterline
date/time: mostly an open post for everyone who didn't go to the station july 8 - 15th, but open for july in general!
content: a catchall and mingle (and idle hand-wringing for the rest of us)
warnings: the usual: mark your subject lines as needed

the open event post is a little daunting and full of top-levels for those who went undersea sailing, as it were. i figured i'd make a space off in a corner for anyone who wants to hit up other topside folks without wading (heh) through the event text - and also give space for threads before and after so as not to flood the event!

i'm turning off emails on this entry for my own sanity but i'll check periodically for toplevels and put up my own toplevel a little later in the day!

come on in, the not-the-water's fine!

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[callada]

"Well, you asked," he grumbles. He's not dealing with it either right now, he's drinking.

Though he's ready to be done. He manages to down the last of his glass in a dramatic gulp, then fails to set the glass nicely back down on the top of the bar - instead it tips and rolls, headed for the edge to fall to the floor and break unless Cao Pi is feeling quick.

[pure_havoc]

He tries, but after a couple of deft bobbles, the glass bounces off him and clatters to the floor. It's only by some miracle of exactly how it hits that it doesn't shatter, but it bangs and clatters and then rolls away across the floor. "Ah. I guess that means you're done," Zihuan quips as he straightens up - slowly, bracing himself on the bar.

[callada]

He sure is, and slowly nods as he gathers himself, snuffs out the end of his cigarette against the torch placed at the bar, then slides off the stool and onto his feet with a hand on the bar to stabilize himself. This is going to be one long, unsteady walk back to where Law is passed out.

"Thanks for the drink." And the shitty birthday, made slightly less shitty with Cao Pi's company, for what it's worth.

[paletteswap]

What Cao Pi is saying confirms Kuai's worst fears. There's a difference between assuming everything is hopeless, and being confronted with the truth. Still, there's nothing they can do but fight back. Not unless they want to lay down and die, which has never been his way. He'd fight till his last breath, till everyone's last breath, that's what he'd trained for his whole life after all.

"Then those will become our primary objective." A firm, solid goal to work towards rather than floundering along in despair. "I suppose it's useful to know when we should run rather than stand and fight, if it's truly so deadly. Unless we can find a way to safeguard our lanterns that is, but I fear we don't have the time to try anything new - we'd be better off building on what has come before."

Even saying the words 'running away' makes him tense and antsy. He hates this.