2019.07.12: Island Hawaiian Ball Fun

Island Hawaiian Ball Fun
Iris invites others out to the Island for Hawaii Day!
IC Date	July 12th, 2019
Players	Branton, Iris, Isla, Journey, Sean, Theron
Location	The Island
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	Hula Music

A couple Bluetooth speakers play out some traditional sort of Hawaiian music, the kinda stuff you can hula to and brings to mind tropical vacations and drinks with tiny umbrellas. The fire pit is going and some fresh caught fish are on its grill. Iris is letting it all hang out with a colorful hippie skirt, a loose shirt, and a bunch of wild flowers tangled in her skinny dreadlocks. Doing some hulaing while Pink sits nearby looks at her like she's the weirdo.

Journey comes down from the treeline carrying a plastic bucket in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He walks over to the gathering and waves, "Howdy."

Branton is playing a hand drum to accompany the music and Iris' dancing. The Fire looks to be dancing too "Hey there Elder Farshi, how goes?"

Iris waves with both hands, and Pink does too. "Happy Hawaii Day!" Iris says as Journey joins them, "I don't think that's an actual holiday, but it is today! Whatcha up to?" she asks, getting some groove time in while Branton supplies the beat. Should have insisted on Hawaiian shirts and shorts today...

Isla makes her way to the Island, Jes probably not too far behind. This being the second time she is here, she is still getting a feel for it.

Journey looks to Iris, "Hawaii day, really?" He grins, "Wish I had known I would have made Spam." He grins and sets down the plastic bucket, opening the duffel bag as he settles himself down near the fire. "Guess some skewers will have to do." He says as he starts assembling some sort of grill.

Crap, speaking of food, Iris should check that fish. "Hey!" she greets Isla while she and probably also Jes arrives. She gets the fish onto a platter, skins and debones it real quick, and puts some on a couple plates. Those are then taken to Pink and Branton! "There's lots of whatever this really pretty but also really delicious fish is if you guys want any while your kabobs get going." she offers to all.

A couple Bluetooth speakers play out some traditional sort of Hawaiian music, the kinda stuff you can hula to and brings to mind tropical vacations and drinks with tiny umbrellas. There's a fire pit where Iris was cooking some Fish, Journey's setting up food stuff also, Branton's got some drums to go with the music and there's a young metis NPC nomming on some fish off to one side and paying attention to not much. Isla just arrived, and Iris is a hippy. BOOM! Setting.

Well, when someone of significant rank is looking for you, you dhow up. So that's what brings Theron to the island today. He's not dressed in his gear but it /is/ in his large duffle bag.

Isla goes to find some food and wait! Drinks. Yes, drinks are first. "Heya. Looks like quite a shindig already. Where's the scotch?" Because yes, that is what the Fianna is always thinking about. Each of them here get acknowledged in turn, but liquor is important too.

Branton chuckles and reaches down to grab a bottle of single malt that he hucks over at Isla "There you are. I wouldn't forget."

Journey sets up his grill and starts laying out meat skewers to cook over the fire, speared on little bamboo sticks, he lays out the skewers over a small fire on the grill, adjusting the meat and waving a small fan over the skewers, keeping them cooking evenly. It's not long before the smells of the coking spices mingle with the other food scents and Journey adds chicken, beef and pork skewers to the offerings as he busily sits there, cooking away merrily.

"That was *your* job, Fianna!" Iris says with a laugh to Isla when scotch is mentioned. Since Branton's got her covered though, she says, "You need one of those kegs like St. Bernard's have in the Yukon." And behold, a new person! "Hey! C'mon over, I'm Iris. We got fish and soon will have kabobs, and there's a cooler around here somewhere."

Theron nods when Iris calls to him, "Iris..." he repeats the name, and despite how relaxed everyone is he doesn't seem ready to relax yet, "I am Theron Santorini, kinfolk of the Get of Fenris and I'm told you are looking for me?"

"Oh right, you're that guy!" Iris says, gesturing at Theron with some fish, which then gets gobbled up. "Nothing super important or anything, I'd just heard through the grape vine that there might be some kinda issue with my tribe and I wanted to make sure you're alright and everything's fine. Or if I have to do work like a contributing member of Garou society.

Isla catches the bottle from Branton. "Yer a good man, Fire Man." She opens it up and takes a swig. Gulp.. you know. Quarter of the bottle. "Hey! I should be tryin' to find my own Doctor Strange mug that refills itself, just like that hotty Thor got." Before going to take another drink, she sees there is business afoot.

Journey moves skewers down along the grill adding more raw ones and pulling off cooked meat treats. Starting to make a pile on a plate, he nods to himself, looking around and wafting the fan over the grilling meat carefully.

"Issue with your tribe?" Theron considers for a moment and then he offers a polite nod to the Athro Black Fury. "I don't think so...I'm willing to fight my own battles if anything comes up again but...I am not sure it will...my loyalty to the Get of Fenris, the tribe that raises me versus the tribe that brought me into the world was questioned is all."

Sean comes wandering along finally, wearing board shorts and a t-shirt. A Hawaiian print t-shirt, complete with a hula and a grass skirt on the print. Theme, yo.

"Okay, I'm good with that." Iris says with a smile, "If you're a Get then you're a Get and I don't see a reason to question it. If any issues DO happen to come up, tell whoever doesn't get it that that's how it is and they can come talk to me if they wanna debate it and you don't. If you get curious about your family history or anything though, let me know! So uhh. Case closed I guess. Hang out if you want, today is the made-up holiday of Hawaii Day. And THAT guy came correct!" she adds at the end with a point at Sean, "LOOKIT THAT SHIRT! Oh my gosh it's so awful, I love it!"

Isla moves toward the food! MEAT GOOD! She picks up a skewer, nodding to Journey in thanks, and then picks up another one to take to her Fianna pal. Offering him the choice of beef or chicken, she says, "Hey there. Did you raid Sprinkle's closet? Or you two just shop at the same place?" She swears she has seen that outfit before.

Branton chimes in and offers to Theron "When we got word we sort of were thinking I'd talk to you since we're both kin and Iris would go talk to...I think it was Diana we got told there might have been a problem with?" Branton laughs and applauds at Sean's shirt

Journey moves the skewers along and looks up, grinning widely at Sean's shirt, "Looks like everyone got the Hawaii memo but me." He chuckles, and offers up skewers to anyone in range.

A look around, the offer of help somewhat overwhelming for the Get kinfolk at the moment. "Uh...yeah it was Diana...but...I'm more than capable of fighting my fights generally." Theron's eyes of course are drawn to the shirt, "Oh wow..."

Sean comes closer and then pauses as he's pointed at, stopping dead in his tracks, but then he grins and gives a deep bow and a grin, then does a little hula dance up the rest of the way to the group. "I am that guy, yes." He takes the offered skewer and smirks at Isla. "I'll never tell," he tells her. Also, he chose beef. "Diana? That fuc-------lovely lady..? I met her."

Iris makes an agreeing nod at Branton and says, "Yeah I reached out myself as well cause some stuff had me a little worried. I should'a mentioned buuuuut I didn't. I'm sorry, babe." Back to Theron again she nods, "I don't doubt it. Just, you know how stuff like this can go really wonky really fast. Just heading off a tribal-diplomacy problem before it happens, that's all. Personal stuff totally aside." She smirks a laugh at Sean catching himself. "Branton! Can you magic a Hawaiian shirt out of nowhere for Journey?" She looks back to Theron to see if he's down to stay, "Or two shirts, even?" She just sorta assumes he can do anything.

Isla hands Sean the beef skewer, and just before taking a bite of hers, she has to ask, "Who the fuck is this Diana? Is she stirring trouble?" If no one else will say it, she will.

Journey looks over at Iris, smirking as he keeps cooking and passes off some skewers to Pink when he investigates.

"All the offerings of help are greatly appreciated." Theron states as he stares at that Hawaiian shirt because...wow. "I already offered to face her in combat if necessary..." because of course the Get of Fenris did, "She declined...if she process more than I can handle it's nice to know I have back up." be admits then.

Branton shrugs at Iris "That's fine, I sort of flaked. I got distracted by math and jewelry." and then he considers "Out of nowhere? not so much. Out of the spare clothes stash up in the club house? Probably." He looks around "That's not how dealing with grievances between a kinfolk and a Garou is supposed to go though, has anyone else read the manual?"

Sean lifts his skewer in salute to Isla and wanders forward to take a seat. "Yeah, but Garou also aren't necessarily supposed to be assholes to kinfolk, either," Sean interjects. SHE should have taken it up with one of her Elders to take it up with a Get elder. She's just a Cliath and dude's been here a while and it isn't like there aren't any other Furies in town. Plus she's just kind of a bitch." Yes, Sean knows that he should not EVER bad mouth a Fury, but some people just deserve it.

Iris grins at Branton and shakes her head at Isla, "Everything's fine. Diana's a Black Fury I met back in Maine. No trouble though. She probably should have, but Cliaths gonna Cliath. But yes Theron, you've got all the laws and elders and whoever else is around at the time as backup for basically anything when you need it. If for some reason this whole thing comes up again, just let me know, okay?"

A shrug from Theron in response to Branton, "You can fight Garou..." he says matter of factly, "So can I...if it comes to it, I don't foresee a problem..." he assures, a genuine desire to handle this himself if possible.

Isla aahs, "Yeah, Fury gonna Fury, whether smart or not. No offense, Goop Mistress, Fire Man." She chews into her skewer, enjoying the blessed meat.

Branton nods at Theron and grins "That's a heavy matter of can versus should though. I thrashed the den father in a practice bout once but actually striking in anger or whatever is a different thing." Branton nods at Sean "That's totally fair. She needs to read the manual too."

Journey cooks skewers, listening to the conversation, making skewers to replace what's taken, and when done with one, the fire accepts the bamboo easily. Looking up, "I'm sure someone will Philodox up fast if things get too bad." He says mildly.

"That's what the circle is for, right?" Sean holds up a hand. "I'm also not saying you're wrong, Branton. I totally agree that there is a proper way to do things. But also, if two people want to settle shit themselves, there's the circle at the caern to make that possible without losing honor, or thrashing a kinfolk forever."

"Why *isn't* there a manual?" Iris asks, looking thoughtful and brow furrowed while she snacks up. "I feel like there should be. That would be so much easier. You know, like that thing you get that's got like your rites as a vet or whatever? Like that. But ninjaed so people couldn't read it... like that map from Harry Potter! YES! New project!" Theurge dance, Theurge dance!

"Appreciated again I have support if needed but I need to go. I promised a friend some time tonight." Theron explains and then turns to depart.

Isla laughs at Iris! "We have so many projects. Leave it to you to come up with another one." And there goes her skewer. Time for another drink. "I could go for more training fights. More than just with my bow. Good to know you have that available."

Journey thinks as he pulls off the skewers and moving more on, "Well there's some upcoming actions I believe, clearing out a hive and the like."

Sean grins, eating his skewer happily as he wanders around looking for drink. Drink is important when you're eating food. "I know George has mentioned that there IS a list. It's pretty common sense, but some people need that written out."

That's a good place to start with though!" Iris says to Sean, and then gets her happy ass back to doing the hula. Badly, probably, but you just gotta when that music is going! "We should play a game or something."

Isla has finished off half her bottle already. "A game?" She finds another skewer then and then takes a seat while she devours it.

Journey cooks onward, "Such as?" He asks, cooking peacefully.

Branton is eating some foods and quirks an eyebrow at Iris, grinning in mischievous anticipation.

"Weeeeell....." Iris should have expected this, if you suggest a thing then you gotta think it up! "How about... Okay hang on." And then she runs away! But only up to the club house. It only takes a few minutes before a moon bridge opens nearby, and beach ball bounces out, followed by a bunch of big clear balls popping out one by one until Iris brings up the rear.

Balls. Rear. Bounce. Sean looks.. skeptical at best. "Juggling beach volleyball?" he asks

Journey looks over as the bridge opens and Iris sends large.. balls onto the beach. He looks at Branton, "What, does she have an Acme credit card?"

Isla watches the balls come out on the beach, and looks to her nearly empty scotch bottle and then back to the others. "Ye are seeing that too, right? It isnae just me?"

Branton grins at Journey and shrugs "I've got more money than some small countries. Why not spend some on fun." And then he looks over at the balls and replies to Isla "No. Not just you."

The bridge closes up behind her and she beams proudly while running to catch one of the big clear balls. "Okay, put on a ball!" she says, and does just that, wriggling into one and belting herself in. "Put on a baaaaaaaall!" she sings, and bounces around inside a ball.

Sean looks even MORE skeptical, but.. sure. Why not. He grabs the hair tie around his arm, because all people with long hair have those, and he throws his hair up into a wicked man-bun and kicks off his flip flops. "Why the fuck not? How do you breathe in those things?"

Journey considers and finishes cooking the skewers on the grill and washes his hands, getting himself separated from the cooking.

Branton sets aside his drum and wriggles into one of the balls, ready to roll with whatever Iris has planned.

Isla laughs, "Breathing is over rated sometimes. But those look like both fun and death - without claws though."

"There's no top or bottom, you're just in a tube. There's lots of face-space though, don't worry!" Iris assures Sean while doing her Bubble Dance. "The harness keeps it from flying off, or from you falling through the top and hitting your head on the ground." She waits until Sean is securely in his bubble before jogging up and attempting to surprise flying chest bump the guy from within her own bubble. Neither person gets any impact, just movement, and even falling down is padded as fug and bouncy. "See!" Then she runs away again, bubble bobbling off towards wherever the beach ball went.

Journey chuckles, looking at the balls, "Okay, let's just make sure we do NOT go out onto the water, okay? I don't want to see Cypha trying to play deal with anyone's bounceball ass." He warns gravely, and looks into one of the balls, "Huh, okay." He starts slipping inside.

Sean gets in his bubble like a good boy. Goddamn, the things he does when he's told to. He gets all strapped in and is checking things out when suddenly, he is looking upside down at Journey. He kicks his legs a couple of times and ends up rolling in a little circle before he gets back on his feet. "Oh, god. There was a thing on the internet that this reminds me of."

Branton is laughing so hard he falls over, which makes him bounce, which makes him laugh. which....you see how this is going to go.

Journey squirms in and locks into the ball, closing his eyes and rolling around at random for a minute while he gets the feel of things, trying to get his bearings.

Isla just imagines it. Cypha, these guys in balls, and playing soccer.. or bowling... hahahahaha! "I havenae drunk enough for this." She finishes off her bottle, seeing if that is enough.

"Come on, Prissypants. In the ball," Sean shouts, muted. He frowns and looks up and yells it again, this time a little louder. "C'mon, Prissypants. In the ball." He gets himself back on his two feet again after a little experimentation and says, "Iris, that ball makes your ass look delightful - as it would any Black Fury." And his finger lights up and lights up the ball and races toward Branton. He is 'it' apparently.

Iris catches up to the beach ball and starts kicking it back towards the group. "So, we have an odd number of players, so the hell with teams and stuff, let's just like... Get the ball. All you gotta do is get it and keep it! Legs only, and try not to kick legs, and body slams acceptable!" And to underscore her point, she bank shots herself off Branton and bubble rolls across the sand. "WOO! BUBBLE BAAAAAAAALL!" she yells while kicking like a turtle on its back in an attempt to get up while laughing hysterically at Sean. Branton is, indeed, it, apparently!

Branton realizes he's the target and he throws himself sideways, rolling down an open section of beach. A moving target is harder to hit.

Journey rolls around and gets to his feet, then rolls around another direction and gets to his feet, then Journeys ball moves, running on bobbly little legs like Flintstones car power. Boinging himself into a roll of the ball, the Strider pulls in his legs and boingeyboings along the beach, upwards of Branton, more just opening up the area so they're not pinballing off each other.

Isla will do what she can now to get inside the ball, and succumb to peer pressure, even being kinda buzzed from the bottle of scotch. She gets in there, almost wishing it were more like those steelballs they had on American Gladiators, but she will do her flaming hair best to have fun rolling around, hoping that the dragon does not pop out and use them as marbles.

Awyeah. Sean remembers that there's a ball to be kicked around and he goes for it. He kicks out a foot and misses it and lands on his back. He kicks and flails around and makes desperate little leprechaun cries of distress while he tries to wiggle around to his feet.

Iris gets her feet under her and goes bobble-jogging after the gang, howling with laughter inside her padding as she watches Sean suck at kicking. Not that she's a whole lot better! Out of a bubble, sure probably. Inside one, everyone just sucks at everything. She tries to kick the ball, succeeds (!) and tries to follow it, except that it bounces off the downed Sean and smacks into her, making her trip and roll off the Fianna. The ball taunts both of them as it rolls harmlessly off, but even without that little goal, just running around like an idiot is also fun! Course. It's Iris. Soooo... Ya know.

Journey recovers from the roll turning and pulling up to get on his feet with a wiggle and twist to get the feet on bottom. Then taking off at a cartoon run. This is what would happen if BB-8 were mashed up with Flintstones, for sure. He launches himself at the ball, but instead of kicking he goes into a roll, hitting the ball and.. just kinda sending it into a random direction. that wasn't thought through, but Journeys rolling along at a good clip.

Branton remembers there's a ball to be chased when it bounces off him and hits a rock nearby and starts to fly over him and he makes a snap decision. The attempt is made to flip over and kick it as it flies over him but instead he just starts tumbling end over end after it. Back towards the group.

Isla is too overwhelmed now with just being in a ball to recall they are to be going after a ball. Soon enough she is starting to catch up with them - this whole thing beginning to get to the Ahroun, but she tries as she can. Geez she will need a drink after this.

Isla looks like an easy target. Sean aims for her and bounces into her and he hits her just right and goes rolling down toward the water. There's a shout and frantic scrambling of feet and bouncing of man bun as he wobbles slowly toward the water. Ohnoez

Never fear, Iris is here for nose-CPR and emergency ball thrusting! She wobble runs after Sean to try and get in front of him, and then just hump him back up onto the beach. Naturally while yelling, "Aw yeah! Take it! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" And now she has a ball! So she starts aiming for the zooming Strider, but he IS a zooming Strider, so she might have to settle with mowing Sean into Branton instead.

Journey rollrollroll. suddenly both legs stick out, and the roll turns into a sort of popping into the air followed by a bounce and kicking legs getting under him all the way in his own quadrant of the beach. Damn, overshot. He starts back launching himself into a roll back toward the action.

Branton laughs when Iris starts bouncing Sean along and then scrambling madly to try and bounce-roll out of her way.

Isla begins getting a hang of this ball until BOOM - Sean bounces her and she goes the other way and into some sand that for whatever reasons gets her STUCK! Nothing she does in a mad wriggle will get her out of the place until she finally is upside down and pushing something or other to try to get out of this conundrum! She does not even notice the rest of them yet as she is fighting with herself it seems.

Sean is humped. "I'm -- telling --- your---- boyfriend!!" Sean protests with each hump from the Black Fury. "Flashbacks! Help!" Because some of them Furies are RELENTLESS He's humped back uphill and manages to get to his feet. "Rude. So rude. The Litany, MADAM!" He turns to Branton, almost losing his feet again and HMPHS. "Your girlfriend."

"YEAH!" Iris cheers when she humps a dude straight up a hill, jumping up and down. While Branton is getting the lowdown on her over padded infidelity, she's looking for... She forgot what the game was by this point. Instead, she sees a zooming Strider and a stuck Fianna. "I have a plan so cunning you could pin a tail on it and call it a weasel!" It's not actually a great plan. Nah. Her plan is to run into Journey, so that he'll run into Isla and unstick her from the sand. WHAT COULD GO WRONG.

Journey bounces, and bobbles, changing where he was going to be right before getting rammed into. Rather than fighting it, Journey turtles, pulling into the ball and ZOOMING right past Isla on the wrong trajectory more surprising than anything and then past, rolling along.

Isla stops now. Just hanging there. Upside down. Above all - GLAD that Jes is not seeing her now. Fuck. Then she kicks again. Hard. And just turns slightly. So this is how she dies. Not in glorious battle, but stuck. In a plastic ball. Mostly upside down. And no scotch.

WHA-BAM! Missing Journey - He has like a 5 in Scooting or something like that - she trips and bounces, and banks off several rocks JUST RIGHT to crash into the flailing woman, screaming with horror the entire way. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Oh dear. Sean was heading that way once he gets to his feet again, to rescue his fellow Fianna. But instead, Journey wonks into her and he manages to scramble/roll/flop/flail out of the way and then.. starts down toward the water again. "Goddammit.." he mutters, but manages somehow to flop around and skid a little in the sand to stop his downward progression

Journey boing boing, ricochet! And Flying and rolling along, feet out coming to a sudden stop. boig boing boing and rolling back trying to not get run into once more,....