<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N2fK3w9.jpg)</div>Name: Tessa Holland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13298614#msg13298614)<br/>Time: Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 5 Beach Zone<br/>Tagging: Open to All<br/>Notes/Warnings: Barbecue!<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Beachside Barbecue</strong> Sector 5, Beach Zone, 12 PM<br/><br/><em>Please be our guests for our barbecue. Enjoy a fine meal along with the opportunity to experience our beautiful beaches and to meet your fellow Beloved Guests.<br/><br/>Dress Code: Swimwear strongly suggested.</em></span><br/><br/>Most of the time, beaches were open for every kind of activity, but every so often, a section was set off for preparation. Here and now were one of those places and times. Several cooks were in the last stages of preparing a wide variety of foods and placing them on a nearly endless row of picnic tables covered with a red checked tablecloth. There were meats of all sorts; chicken, brisket, tri-tip, pork ribs and shoulder, pretty much almost every part of an animal you might want to eat, and all kinds of non-animals for the herbivorous types. Alongside were mountains of sides - potato salad, cole slaw, fruit salad, macaroni and cheese, all the staples. And simmering in pots were seventeen different sauces representing different styles not only from different regions, or different countries, but different universes. Drinks, both alcoholic and virgin, were readily available. One table heaped with tantalizing desserts. And of course everything else one needed for a giant picnic: the forks, knives, spoons, cups, and plates you would expect. But oddly - no napkins.<br/><br/>In front of the cooks, a line of hosts and hostesses arrayed themselves, prepared to dish out the comestibles in generous quantities. And right there in the middle was Tessa, her sundress draped over a chair to one side. She exulted as the warmth of sunlight caressed her tanned skin. This was the way life was supposed to be, as far as she was concerned, the bikini was the official uniform of her island and she was more than glad to be down to hers. With an almost imperceptible nod, she notified the staff at the gate that all was ready. And thus the gates opened, granting access to the small crowd that had gathered beyond.<br/>