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EVENT: THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS

EVENT: THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS.

It's (gonna be) May. Make no mistake: winter may have come, but it’s nowhere to be found these days. The gentle, balmy breezes and afternoon rain showers of March and April have given way to a confident May spring — these days, it’s warmer than ever, with barely a cloud in the sky to shield adventurers from the bright rays of the sun. As the mercury rises in the thermometers around town, so does the activity levels around the grassy banks of Golden Park in the center of town.

The construction’s slow-going, but by the end of the second week, it’s clear this is no ordinary block party in the city of Cadelle. Anticipation is buzzing all around town, and anywhere you go, you might find yourself faced with inquiries from excited locals wanting to know your plans for the upcoming weekend. After nearly a year of low-key family-friendly festivals, it may seem practically impossible to imagine anything but happening in this saccharine city… but clearly, something big is coming.

Luckily for curious citizens, the answer comes bright and early on a warm Saturday morning as the sounds of drums and bass echo through the city. It’s time for Eden, and make no mistake: this is definitely not the kind of shindig recent arrivals to the city might be familiar with. Parents are encouraged to bring their children to the city’s community centers, where special programs will be available throughout the day, or to a private sitter (though finding one last minute might be a challenge this time of year) because this celebration isn’t exactly what one would consider wholesome family fun.

No, Eden is something altogether very different — though, to be fair, it typically doesn’t happen here. It’s a festival that usually happens in one of Cadelle’s neighboring cities, a summer experience that typically means a weekend’s getaway to a city that’s a little less … shall we say, predictable? But the recent rain storms and other weather calamities have left many of the area’s better venues in ill repair, meaning a last minute change of venue was an unfortunate requirement. Good thing Mayor Drake’s entertainment budget can accommodate such things, right?

Should you come out to explore this brave new world, be sure to heed the warnings of the festival organizers’ brightly colored posters: pack lightly, and come prepared to Embrace Your Eden!

▸ During the day, music pumps from speakers lining sidewalks and the edges of the park’s grassy slopes. It’s unapologetically loud, the sort of volume that can hardly be ignored — better instead to embrace it and let it carry you away. Maybe you want to dance to the beat? There's more than enough space on the park slopes to move to the music. Or maybe you’d rather dive into the nearby Blue Springs, hoping that the sound might be a little muffled underwater? It’s the perfect weather for it either way, with blue skies and barely any clouds to mar the view. Be sure to claim your favorite spot, though!

▸ If you’re not quite content with lounging, there are plenty of pop-up shops, booths, and tents available to peruse, with everything from free food and drinks (yes, we said free) to unique clothes, art, and home decor for purchase. If there’s something you’ve been craving or trying to find that’s not quite as wholesome as Main Street in Cadelle might like to offer, you’re likely to find it here… and if you can’t, well, there’s always the tents in the back. You know the ones. They’re in a little darker… dare we say, shadowy place? Of course, you shouldn’t go there, but maybe you’re feeling particularly brave.

▸ Throughout the weekend, different themed parties are held in various venues around town. The Ballroom Hotel, for example, hosts a masquerade-themed cocktail party on the first night of the festival. It’s a popular spot for those that prefer a little more personal space, or for those who like to enjoy a quieter nightcap after a day of summer fun. If you’re looking for somewhere a little more lowkey, try the back patio at Paco’s, where free margaritas and an oversized salsa bar spice up the night for anyone who’s willing to show a little skin.

▸ The end of Eden is marked with Night Lights, an explosion of day glo paints and bodies pressed together in one seamless party. When the lights go down, it’s a chance to get brave and do things you might not dare to do by morning light — and we don’t just mean with a paintbrush. Come dance, mingle, make a new friend... or "friend". Nobody's judging.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Eden only lasts but one short weekend, and once it’s gone, the city’s left to pick up the pieces in its wake. For those that opted to skip the festivities — or even for those that went all-out — the administration is more than willing to compensate anyone who might be willing to help clean up the mess. After all, it might take more than just a little magic to keep our city beautiful…

Feel free to sign up for clean-up duty. Or don’t. It’s your Eden..

Coachella, basically. Glastonbury. Your favorite grungy, questionable-safety festival has come screaming into town, and it's high time to make some summer fun. Feel free to play around with any of the concepts presented, or do something totally wild and new — it's up to you! If you'd like to invite the entire city to your own private rooftop party or plan something intimate for two, be our guest. Just clean up after yourself... or don't. Whatever. It's your party.

If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. In addition, if you've got an idea for a future event, feel free to drop us a line at our EVENTS SUGGESTION POST.

Go get weird. We'll be here.

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You Must Never Go There, Simba...

The shadowy side of the market will, of course, catch Stiles' interest. I mean, the shiny, fun stuff is totally awesome but the stuff that's just out of sight? That's where the real fun begins.

Though he really wasn't expecting to walk into that kind of tent, and he will stand there, wide-eyed before saying aloud, "Wow, I didn't think there was so much variety in these things."

Night Lights

Stiles is not the best dancer. He's pretty much one of the more awkward dancers on the dance floor the final night of the party, but he's there, drunk, and looking to have FUN. Life has become a day to day grind of work and hanging with the guys, so this weekend had been a way to let loose and enjoy himself like he used to a long time ago.

So he won't think anything of it while holding a beer with one hand, grabbing a hand out in the crowd and pulling the person over to join him in dancing. "Hi, can I have this dance?" He shouts over the music, a bright, semi-drunk grin on his face.

Choose Your Own Adventure
[I'm open for almost anything! Just start it up]

Malia is there to dance.

She's not really there for much else, since, you know, boyfriend, but she's all for a dancing party where she can just relax for a little while. She's only paused for the moment to get herself something to drink so that she doesn't sweat to death, but before she actually gets there, Stiles is dragging her by the hand.

"I was getting a drink!"

It's only a half-hearted protest, because she could pull away if she really wanted to, but she won't for right now.

Oh hey Malia! Your ex is drunk and has that stupid grin on his face. "One dance won't dehydrate you! Come on!"

Has anyone told Stiles yet that she is dating Scott? Because probably needs to happen before he starts hitting on her. Because he is drunk. And he's seen her naked before.

Well, Malia sure hasn't because she and Scott haven't discussed that far yet, so we're gonna go with no for right now. This sure isn't going to get awkward fast. That being said, she can see that Stiles is drunk so she just sighs and hopes he doesn't puke on her or something.

"It might." She reaches forward and takes his beer from him because if he's not going to let her hydrate, he should suffer as well. She also doesn't care about germs so she's just going to drink right from it. "You don't know."

Stiles will pout his puppy dog pout because that was his beer. "A body can go almost three days without water."

"Yeah, well, werecoyote bodies do things a lot faster than human bodies." Just so that she can have something to throw back. "How do you know I won't die of thirst in like a day?"

Billy isn't exactly one for festivities. Period. Goodnight had always been the rambunctious one, laughing as loud as his voice could carry, but Billy was the quieter of the two, content to watch from the side.

That said, he also wants a fucking drink.

Cadelle is new to Billy, horrifically so, and he eyes many of the party-goers with suspicion and avoids the major areas of activity for now. Maybe he could try and rustle up some interest in his particular skill set-- earn something while keeping himself amused-- but as it stands, he's at the bar of wherever is least crowded and serving free drinks, bottle of whiskey in front of him which he's slowly making his way through.

At first, it seems to him that he's too drunk for this.

Actually, no, he's never too drunk, but he thinks maybe he's reached a new level because he's never hallucinated Billy Rocks before, standing here in Cadelle, glaring at everything. Also, how did he get this much whiskey already? Drifting through the crowd, bumping into more than a few people (he might not be falling down drunk, but he's quickly approaching the stage where he's inappropriate and far too punch-drunk for his own good), he ends up in front of him, squinting at him in silence.

Then, without warning, he does nothing but poke him in his solid shoulder. "Cogeme, you're real," he blurts out, gaping because if he's honest, this isn't who he'd have hallucinated being here, but it's not so bad. At least it's not Red or Horne, after all.

Billy watches as Vasquez appears out of no where, sees the other man stumble into others around the him but steadily making his way towards the bar. The thought had been that Billy would be alone here in Cadelle, honestly, familiar faces few and far between, but he won't lie that seeing Vasquez has both relief and irritation running through his heart. Relief that Vasquez is friendly, irritation that he's not Goody.

Selfish, but Billy thinks he's allowed to be selfish, especially when Vasquez jabs him in the shoulder. Expression sour, Billy finishes the rest of his drink before putting down the glass. "Yes, I am."

He can rule out drunken hallucinations, which is good. He'd be a little disappointed in himself if he suddenly couldn't handle his own liquor. Lighting up, he laughs with the surprise and delight of it. "You're here? It took long enough for someone else to come," he says.

He's peering over Billy's shoulder, like he half-expects Goodnight to materialize, mainly because even in the short time he'd known them, he'd picked up on the fact that they tended to move around together. "Come on, let's get a drink and get the fuck out of this noise. You can tell me when you came."

There's no protest from Billy when Vasquez offers them some place quieter, Billy silently thankful for the chance to both drink and get out of the crowds while also not shutting himself in for the weekend. Grabbing the bottle of liquor he'd been working steadily through, Billy pushes the bottle against Vasquez' chest. "This will be enough."

Especially for Vasquez, since Vasquez is already nearly falling over his own feet with how much he's drunk.

Vasquez wraps a hand around the bottle with a victorious smirk, seeing as he's pleased that he's going to get out of this place and have some liquor to show for it. Gesturing forward, he keeps himself on his own two feet, having learned this tolerance through many long nights.

"I think maybe you need it more than me," he points out, once they finally breach the crowd. "I hate the noise, but I've started getting used to it. Been here almost a year with my wish."

"A year." Billy repeats harshly, not liking the underlying implication that he'll be here just as long. Billy isn't exactly a tactile person, but he can help around the city and participate in these... outings, so long as it means his wish is fulfilled. That said, Vasquez seems far more equipped to handle a city such as this, with his easy comradery and friendship.

Who knows, maybe Billy will be stuck here even longer than planned. The thought makes his stomach curl slightly. He can still see Goody falling off the church steeple, hear him land in the graveyard below even over the fire of the gatling gun. A year is too long.

"Almost," Vasquez clarifies, because he feels like this is an important part. He finally breaches the crowd, breathing out in relief and a few words under his breath as he manages to get some air that isn't filled with other people's.

Which is why that's also when he digs out some cigarettes, because why use fresh air when you can have a smoke? "So you're really here alone?" he asks bluntly, getting right to the point. "No Goodnight?"

"Goody is--" dead. Goodnight is dead, and the admission hangs on Billy's tongue for a split second, but the hesitance, however short it may be, is noticeable. "Not here." And Billy isn't a fool, he knows he should be dead as well, up in that bell tower, not even knowing if their cover gave Faraday the clearance he needed.

Hell, Vasquez is right. Billy needs the liquor more than he does. Cigarettes, too, though he's been hard pressed to find opium around here.

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