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Duncan Theirin (shieldson) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2011-11-11 15:03:00

WHO: Duncan Theirin and anyone who commented on this entry/can be assumed to have been invited or dragged along/wants to run into them by accident.
WHAT: Having a beach party and being normal for a while. Yeah right!
WHEN: A week or so after Halloween.
WHERE: Hawaii, one of the beaches on the big island.
WARNINGS: I'll update this if any become applicable.
NOTES: Should probably do this like the Amy & Rory wedding a while ago regarding things happening to different people at different times/places, since there may be many people commenting. Feel free to play by ear/play with time, they'll be there for hours. =)


They'd all survived Halloween, despite ravening hordes of zombies, giant spiders, darkspawn (suddenly Duncan had a lot more respect for his father's nightmares), and countless other nasty things.

Clearly, a party was in order. Duncan figured the recipe should work like this: take one beach plus ocean, one sunny afternoon that would eventually turn into evening, someplace warm, one bonfire, several grills, more hot dogs and hamburgers and various foodstuffs than he could count (including some rabbit food somewhere for those who preferred non-meaty options), a lot of marshmallows, a lot of roasting forks, an obscene amount of cola, and as many friends as possible. Mix together to create awesome event.

Or so Duncan hoped, anyway. They certainly could all use a break, between all the battles to the death and, worse, drama that'd been going on.

Besides, it was weeks since he'd been able to do any surfing, and those waves had his name on them.