Some Fun While the Sun Shines [Backdated Cast Log]

[immortalmarshal]

Who: The FFXV cast and YOU!
When: End of June thru July 12th
Where: Ka'Pandol and the general Yun'Ashia area. Other locations will be added as needed.
What: The FFXV cast relax after the events that occurred in Ka'Pandol, enjoying the summer weather while things return to being peaceful...for now.
Warnings/Notes: References to alcohol/drinking, other warnings will be added as needed.


I - Gods, What a Day... [Ka'Pandol, end of June]

The flooding of the underwater city could've been worse if the otherworlders hadn't agreed to help. Those of House Eos aided their fellow otherworlders wherever they could - either by reaching the underwater levers, or helping with evacuating the civilians.

However, none of them expected to run into this world's version of the one they call 'The Tidemother'. Not many of their number has many happy memories, if any, related to that being. Thus, once the worst has passed and all dangers have passed, one could find them at this bar or that establishment, reaching for a bottle or two.

Though they would not refuse anyone that wish to join their company.


II - Pastoral Rhapsody [Yun'Ashia, July]

Home still calls, though, and it's not long before one could find the Eos House back on the farm that they recently purchase. One would think that it's just yet another chocobo farm, since there seems to be several chocobos living there now. Several sections of land are being tilled for various sundry plants, and the fence that divided the once-two properties is slowly being taken down to formalize the new, larger farm between the two houses. Guests are always welcomed at either of the large homes that they now own...

Dawn training, however, continues to fill the air with the sound of spells cast and wooden weapons clanking loudly against each other. They apologize in advance to any neighbors that might still be within hearing distance of them.


III - Surf's up! [A beach within the Yun'Ashia area, July]

A day does come, though, when they do decide to go back into the water.

Or at least, to the water's edge. The summer weather has finally gotten to them all, and it soon became too much to resist. Thus, on one of the less crowded beaches near Yun'Ashia, one could find a certain group setting up their beach blankets and stripping down to their swimsuits. There's food packed in picnic baskets and plenty of sunscreen thanks to Certain Concerned Individuals. Nothing but fun, sun, and surf...and maybe some additional company. What could go wrong?


IV - Wildcard
((Have something in mind related to any of the Final Fantasy cast? Or just another location/scenario in mind? Here's your option for that; go wild!))

Comments

[sonoftenebrae]

1. Save Some for the Fishes

[Ravus probably shouldn't be drinking. He lost a good amount of blood during his fight with the giant shark, he's still reeling from the sight of a Leviathan, even if it is not the Astral of his world, and he had thought he was going to swear off drinking to excess after last time.

But here is is, gulping down wine without bothering to savor it.]

...that damned serpent... [How many bottles will it take to erase the image of the Eidolon from his mind?]

3. Catch Some Rays

[He can't wear his long jacket to the beach and expect to not be teased by the others for it, so Ravus has ventured into the unknown realm of beachwear. Dressed in a white tank top, purple swim trunks with black trim, sandals, and a sun hat, the former High Commander would probably be unrecognizable to the people of Eos right about now.

He's uncertain how salt and sand will treat his magitek arm, so he keeps to his towel for now, laying out and for once focusing on nothing but the feel of sun and sea breeze. He doesn't relax often enough, he tells himself.

Of course, if he stays like this for long, he's going to burn, so it is probably best for someone to disturb his lounging.]

4. Syllebloom

[There's a section of garden at the Yun'Ashia house that Ravus has claimed for his own. When he is more confident in his skills, he might try to branch out, but for now, there is only one plant that takes up his entire focus. He has even been willing to reach out for outside help (experts and geomancers may have received a message from him, asking questions about the clime and soil conditions here) to make sure this particular crop of flowers blooms.

The tiniest nubs of green are beginning to protrude from the cultivated earth. Ravus kneels beside the row, leaning close. Talking to plants is said to help them grow, isn't it? He says the same prayer over them, day by day.]

Take strength from the earth. Rise up, and bloom. Act as a beacon, and help guide her spirit to her Blood and her King.

I. Drinking Together (Again)

[hashtagdaddy]

[Considering he'd helped the man limp to the bar, Gladio is not surprised when his eyes catch sight of Ravus downing glass after glass of wine. Considering the blood loss and the amount of calories burned from their fights ... he walks towards Ravus, snagging a menu on the way.]

Here. You should get somethin' in your stomach other than the wine you're guzzlin'. Unless you want to be sick as a dog later.

[Honestly, he should probably grab a bite too but he's too busy draining the contents of his second glass of whiskey. Gladio should also walk away but something compels him to take a tentative seat across from Ravus.]

Definitely wasn't expecting to see a Leviathan here... you doin' okay? [Genuine concern fills his eyes as he awaits Ravus' response.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Gladio probably should have walked here faster. Ravus is the one who was limping, but he's already had time to get here and get some drinks in him.

He turns to Gladio, reaction time a little sluggish after...everything that happened. He narrows his eyes at Gladio.

And then his lips begin to twitch, and he has to choke down laughter.]

...you know...you don't have to...buy me dinner first...

[With the blood loss and inebriation, the thought is hilarious to Ravus. Gladio's earnest expression is helping not at all. Ravus is shaking so hard trying to keep it all in, he's certain he's going to fall off of this damned stool.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[Oh yea, he's definitely gotta get some food into Ravus.]

Uh ... [Part of this is hilarious to him - a drunk Ravus that isn't trying to goad him into a fight is, apparently, a giggly shit who makes inappropriate jokes. Gladio finds it cute, not that he'll say it.

He flags one of the few servers milling about and just points at some dishes, sheepishly indicating Ravus' clearly intoxicated state as way of explanation. Their food will hopefully arrive quickly, and Gladio tries to slide the wine bottle away from Ravus.]

Gotta make sure you have the energy. [He's absolutely winging this right now. And when Ravus almost falls off his stool Gladio slides around the table to steady him.]

And you definitely need t' eat after everything we did today. Humor me. [Grabbing a glass of water, Gladio passes it to Ravus.]

Drink this while we wait for our food an' I'll give back the wine bottle.

[sonoftenebrae]

[Once Ravus stops helplessly shaking with laughter, he notices his wine glass gone and water in its place. Ravus frowns. Gladio no.]

...had enough water today. Give it back.

[He makes an ineffectual grab for the stolen bottle.]

's Cabernet Sauvigmog. Y'won't appreciate the vintage.

[hashtagdaddy]

[The only way to explain this is blood loss and hunger because last time Ravus was drunk, he interrupted a perfectly good story to start a fight. A fight that ended with them in bed together.

This Ravus is giggly and clumsy and ... cute. Gladio doesn't stand a chance.]

The faster you drink that the faster you'll get this back. [He wiggles the bottle a bit where he holds it out of reach before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.]

Ahh - [Gladio smacks his lips and licks a lingering drop of wine from the corner of his mouth.] That is good.

[Amusement fills his eyes and his smirk and he heaves an internal sigh of relief when a server appears in the background, carrying their food. Just to be cheeky, he takes another sip of the wine while the various plates are placed on the table, chuckling softly at the put-out look on Ravus' face.

Seriously, it should be illegal for Ravus to look so adorable.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus is not adorable, Ravus is affronted by the brazen theft of his wine. Ravus thirsts for that wine, which has made his world feel warm and pleasant, and now for vengeance as well.

His brain is operating a bit sluggishly, but his logic goes as follows:
1. Gladiolus has something Ravus wants, and is taunting him with it.
2. Ravus, presumably, has something Gladiolus wants.
3. Vengeance can be had if Ravus taunts Gladiolus.

Ravus blinks, and gazes at the plate set before him and forgoes his utensils to pick up a morsel of fruit between his fingers. He brings it to his lips slowly, making a show of eating it, then licking the juice from his fingers. He is not even hungry- he has barely had an appetite since the Ring of the Lucii- but he has a point to make.]

This meal would be...more pleasurable...with wine.

[He looks up at Gladio and brings a second piece of fruit to his lips.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[The relieved smile Gladio wears when Ravus reaches for some food rapidly morphs into a look of utter disbelief. Is ... is Ravus Nox Fleuret trying to seduce him ... by eating fruit?

They've only had the one ... encounter ... in the bedroom and that extremely awkward talk about Ravus' jacket. While Gladio's wanted more - and has suffered serious cases of blue-balls with every damn eggplant emoji sent his way by the infuriating man - it's seemed that Ravus simply wasn't interested.

Until now.]

Uh, wha -- [His ever so eloquent response comes complete with wide eyes and a slack jaw, the Shield unable to believe that Ravus is making something as simple as eating a juicy piece of fruit look so fucking sinful.

Blood rapidly rushes south as Ravus lifts up the second piece of fruit and makes a snap decision.]

Not here. [Gladio's voice is a low growl, huskier than normal and hopefully doesn't carry too much further beyond their seats.

He drops more than enough money to cover their bill onto the table, and grabs the fruit plate in the hand not still holding the open wine bottle.]

Grab the other bottle and follow me. [Shit tipsy-Ravus better be able to walk the short distance from here to the nearest inn. Because Gladio is absolutely not continuing this in public.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ha, Ravus' brilliant plan is working. Watching the Shield watch him eat his second piece of fruit, Gladiolus has obviously fallen prey to his tactics. Revenge is so close, he can almost taste it...unlike his stolen wine.

...except that Gladio stands up, bottle still in hand, making to leave. That is not the plan, even if Gladiolus is beckoning Ravus to follow him.]

Halt, you...villain. You'll not flee the scene of your crime!

[He stands, teetering a little unsteadily on his wounded leg, but dives forward to seize Gladio's shirt. With the Shield's hands already full, he does not expect much of a fight.

He leans forward to demand into Gladio's ear:]

Surrender your stolen goods.

[He smirks, assured of victory.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[If Ravus ever hears of this when sober he'll be some mix of furious and embarrassed, neither of which Gladio wants the man to feel. It's almost impossible to think with a tipsy Ravus fisting his shirt and leaning into him so much that their fronts are practically pressed together, but Gladio does his best.

He places the fruit tray on a random table next to him, the wine bottle with it (and still out of Ravus' reach), before hoisting the man into a Fireman's carry.]

You'll thank me for this when you're sober. [Both hands available again, Gladio grabs both wine bottles as well as the fruit plate and sets off to the nearest inn. A pleading look to the innkeeper has them set up in a room exceedingly quickly and Gladio puts the food and drink down on the little table before depositing Ravus on the bed.]

Astrals, Ravus - you're a handful. Here. [He slides the fruit plate towards him, then starts rummaging around and finding two cups they could use as wine glasses. Pouring each of them a glass, Gladio hands one to Ravus.]

Happy now?

[sonoftenebrae]

[With a roll of 5, Ravus is decidedly unhappy when Gladiolus finally drops him onto the bed. Ravus had been so certain of success, Gladio had caught him off guard with his maneuver. Ravus had done a bit of wriggling and kicking for freedom initially, but ultimately, bloodloss and intoxication and height had created a dizzying cocktail, and he'd ended up hanging on so he didn't tumble to the ground.

At least the view was nice. Gladiolus was a presumptuous ass with a sumptuous ass, and Ravus felt the observation was the height of wit. That doesn't mean he's going to be pleased, though.]

Thank you? For man-handling me?

[The wine does a little to sooth his ire, but he's still scowling at the Amicitia.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[Six give him the patience and ability to handle this man. Gladio takes a sip from his glass and pops a piece of fruit in his mouth before trying to speak.]

Considerin' we've only fucked once and you've made it very clear that you don't want a repeat, I doubt sober-you will appreciate an entire bar watching you drape yourself over me while trying to seduce me with fruit.

[That came out a bit harsher than he intended. He blames his rising sexual frustration for the huffiness of his words and prays to every Astral that Ravus just lets it go and doesn't try to actually engage in anything.

Their first time together was one thing - both of them drunk and angry and just trying to feel something that wasn't pain - but Gladio's sober right now and has no intention of violating Ravus' threadbare trust just because he's horny.]

Enjoy your fruit and wine, Ravus. [He plans on leaving the man to his own devices after finishing his own glass and it shows in the way he remains standing, eyeing the door like it's a lifeline.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus sputters at Gladiolus' assessment of his actions. He sits his glass down roughly on the nightstand and jabs his magitek hand in Gladio's direction.]

Do not presume to know what I want, Gladiolus.

[He's peeved both about the erroneous assumption that he has not wanted a repeat performance and the false idea that he was seducing Gladiolus. That was a plot for revenge, damn it!]

If I were seducing you, you'd know it.

[He takes a bite of fruit as he decides whether he should demonstrate or not. For now, he's just pouting glaring at the man.]

III. Fun in the Sun

[hashtagdaddy]

[Gladio's beach attire consisted of only moderately tight black swim trunks with red and orange piping down the sides, sunglasses, and a loose-fitting dark gray cotton button-down t-shirt. Of course the shirt is worn fully opened, the sun giving his naturally tan skin a bronze glow.

His bare feet soak up the warmth of the sand and the pleasant coolness of the water as he walks along the shoreline, eyes seeking out any signs of driftwood, lungs filling with ocean air, ears ringing with the sounds of gulls, laughter, and gently crashing waves, all relaxing him to his core.

Amber eyes alight on Ravus, laid out on his towel soaking up the sun's rays. Alabaster skin looks pink, even from this distance, so Gladio jogs towards their group's spot and bends down to grab some sunblock.]

You're startin' to turn pink. Might wanna put on more of this. [He holds out the bottle and tries not to pay attention to how Ravus' chosen attire compliments his skin tone and draws attention to his fairly well-muscled arm and legs.]

Sunburn's a bitch to deal with.

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus feels a shadow fall over him before he hears Gladio, and he lets out a long sigh before he opens his eyes.

Of course Gladiolus has his shirt open, and his hair's been made even more wild by the ocean breeze. It's infuriating.

He's guessing the man has an ulterior motive- he's got all the subtlety of a charging behemoth- but Ravus is not about to let Gladiolus rub sunscreen on him out here in the open.

He pushes himself up into a sitting position and takes the bottle.]

I thought it was Ignis' job to worry about everyone.

[Ravus rubs sunscreen on to his neck, but realizes he won't be able to get everywhere with it. If he keeps his shirt on, he can avoid putting any on his back, but he doesn't want to use his prothetic hand to lotion his exposed right arm. Cleaning the sunblock, and the sand that sticks to it, out of the delicate joints of the fingers is a nightmare he doesn't want to experience.

Fine. He pushes the bottle back up at Gladio.]

Sit. You're doing my arm.

[hashtagdaddy]

[Handing the bottle over to Ravus, Gladio stands there a bit awkwardly and simply watches Ravus apply sunscreen to his graceful neck. Does he plan to keep his shirt on the entire time they're at the beach?

He's wondering if Ravus will let the Magitek arm get smeared with the lotion and inevitably clogged with sand when the bottle is thrust up towards him and he's being commanded to sit and apply the lotion to Ravus' right arm. With a soft snort and a smirk, Gladio sits next to Ravus.]

Y'know, the sun feels pretty good on skin. And I doubt you want a farmer's tan. [He jokes while he deftly massages the sunscreen into Ravus' arm, hands working the muscles gently but surely as he blends the lotion.

It takes less time than he'd like, but with the arm done there's nothing left unless Ravus decides to actually remove his shirt.] The water's nice too. But you'd have to lose the shirt before going in. Rules of the beach.

[And yea, he'd like to take some time massaging Ravus' back while rubbing in some sunscreen. There, he admitted it to himself.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus rolls his eyes at Gladiolus' increasingly less subtle attempts to get him out of his shirt. He's not ready to indulge the Shield so easily. Gladio will have to try harder than that.]

If I wanted to swim, I'd likely have to lose the arm, too.

[If he keeps to where he can stand, he would only have to worry about salt water affecting the mechanisms inside. He'd been reassured that the unit was essentially waterproof, but he did not want to risk putting it to the test.

...and if he tried to actually swim, the weight of it might drag him down.]

Unlike you, I do not tan. I burn. If it's to happen, I'd rather it only on my arms.

[hashtagdaddy]

[He pauses for a moment, realizing that Ravus probably would have to leave his prosthetic arm on the shore if he went into the water. Is that why he's so adamant to keep his shirt on? Because he's worried about leaving the arm behind?]

You worried someone would come take it or mess with it? I don't think anyone is that stupid. [Gladio does tend to believe the best of people, and he knows any one of their group would intervene if a stranger did so much as walk too closely to their things.]

That's why we put the sunscreen on, Ravus. So that you don't burn. [He tries, and utterly fails, to hide the teasing smirk spreading across his face.]

Gotta reapply a lot, especially with skin as fair as yours.

[He's (regrettably) finished working on Ravus' toned arm, his hand lingering a second or two before finally pulling away.] Well, there y'go. Don't forget your face - that sunhat'll only do so much.

[Gladio shifts a bit, moving his legs around as he gets ready to stand. He has a bit more of the shoreline to cover before he'll head into the water and he wants to join in the ocean fun while the others are still energetic enough. But he'd forgo the rest of his search if Ravus shows an interest in hitting the water...]

[sonoftenebrae]

Ravus shakes his head.] No, that isn't it. Tell me, do you go out into the wilderness without a weapon? I think not.

[Without the magitek prosthetic, Ravus is literally disarmed. He isn't able to fight, wouldn't even be able to swim if he were to be pulled under somehow. He won't make himself helpless just because it is hot out and the water would be refreshing.]

Besides, if I were to get in the water right after I put the sunblock on, it would all just wash off anyways.

[He mostly adds it to move them away from the topic of physical vulnerability.]

[hashtagdaddy]

Who said anythin' about going in the water right away? [Gladio has to admit Ravus makes a good point about going places without a weapon, though he fails to see how going out into the wild and going into the ocean are similar.]

I'm hoping to find some driftwood. Planning to make a chess set for you and Iggy - seems like something you guys could bond over. [It's something he's been thinking of since he first realized he truly wanted to court both men. He figures they're both brilliant strategists and might even enjoy playing one another. Astrals know Iggy could use a challenge.]

Thought your opinion could help. But if you're not interested I guess I'll keep lookin' on my own.

[He could leave it at that and go on his way, but Gladio apparently doesn't know when to stop. So he tries a bit of honest flirting in the hopes of convincing Ravus to don more sunscreen and join him at the water's edge.] Shame I'll miss the best view on the beach.

[sonoftenebrae]

[Everywhere is dangerous. Just because you fail to recognize the threats lurking in a place, it does not mean they are not there.]

Why would I strip if I weren't planning on swimming? [Just because Gladio parades about without a shirt does not mean that it is normal behavior. Most people need a reason to take off clothes.]

...if it is for Ignis, I might assist. Why would you make a set, though? Do they not sell them here? [Ravus hasn't looked, so he is not sure if chess is something the Vaikunthans know of.]

[hashtagdaddy]

Maybe to give a guy somethin' better to look at than the water? [Gladio isn't going to outright lie to Ravus, but he'll also offer up something more than 'I just like the way you look without a shirt'.] Might get splashed when we walk on the shoreline too, and I'm sure you'd hate to walk around with a wet shirt.

[He stares a little into space, face lost in a thoughtful look, as he opens up about why he wants to make a set.] I don't know if they sell them here... but there's something about making a gift by hand... [He's blushing now.]

Thought it might be more special for both of you if I made the board and the pieces.

[Saying it out loud sounds even sappier but it's no secret that he's a romantic.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[Beneath his hat, Ravus' face is pink. Gladio is so unabashedly open with his desires.]

...I will risk it. [There are other people on this beach who have not seen him shirtless before, and will not today. Gladio will have to survive with just the view of sky against ocean.

He walks ahead of Gladiolus when he begins talking about his damned handmade gifts, because he absolutely does not want Gladio to see his face. Ravus isn't sure precisely what emotions are playing across it, but he's sure Gladio would jump to conclusions if he saw them.]

I have no use for such sentiment. [It would probably be more believable if he was able to look Gladiolus in the eye and say it in a level voice. Instead, it comes out like a protest.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[His eyes continue to scan the water and the shoreline in the distance for any dirftwood even as Ravus refuses to take off his shirt and simultaneously tries to disavow sentimental things.

But he knows Ravus has a soft spot for some things. The Tenebraen Prince might be a tough cookie to crack but Gladio's seen glimpses of the man underneath the tough exterior and he knows.

Time to do a little light teasing.] Really? Damn, guess I'll have to think of somethin' else for ... eh, doesn't matter anyway.

[He lets a tinge of disappointment tint his tone, but erases it as quickly as it manifested.] Humor the sentimental sap here an' let me know if you see any good lookin' pieces anywhere?

[sonoftenebrae]

What? Finish your thoughts, damn it. [Ravus does not like being teased, but he also hates not knowing.

He finds a knotted tangle of wood in the sand and seizes it, not surrendering it to Gladio. He brushes the sand off of the driftwood with his right hand, trying to look it at and see a chess piece within. He can't see how Gladio will get anything from this particular scrap (it just looks like...wood), so he drops it back into the sand.]

What if you cannot find enough for a set?