EVENT: LIFE'S A BEACH

[cuddlemods]

EVENT: LIFE'S A BEACH

Is it hot in here, cuddlers, or is it just us? No, it's definitely hot — the end of summer is here, and a few miles out from the city, on the beach, the scene is set: if you’ve been able to follow’s Baby’s clues, they led you here. The dress code is — surprise, surprise — beachwear, but do think of bringing some layers to cover up these beautiful bikinis and all, because the night could get a little chilly if you stray too far from that bonfire. And, of course, if you don’t want to be that exposed, it’s not like the dress code is a mandatory thing, either. (Just don't be surprised if you hear a few disappointed groans from the audience if you come all covered up.) The first thing that can be seen is a BAR, with a large poster advertising CriminALES at its front. Like any good beach bar, beers and cocktails with tiny little umbrellas in them can be obtained for a small price — or for free, if you're suave enough to impress the bartender on duty. Nearby, SNACK TABLES feature a veritable buffet of edibles, ranging from chips to brownies to crudites and dips (all courtesy of Kimberly and Clary, thank you!). However, if you felt like bringing your own food and alcohol to the party, you won’t be turned away. Further down the beach, dry wood has been piled up in what looks like an imminent BONFIRE; if you're a little too delicate to rest on the sand, don't worry — there are plenty of bean bags, cushions, and blankets. Feel free to cuddle up to someone familiar, or maybe a new friend, and enjoy the roaring fire once the sun sets. Beyond the obvious entertainment of the sun, surf, and sand, your party planners have gone to great lengths to ensure everyone is ready to have a great time. Near the bar, inflated beach balls and other toys are strewn around, and the beach's VOLLEYBALL COURT is no stranger to a game or two. As the night goes on, there just might be a few DRINKING GAMES started — "spin the bottle", anyone? Of course, a party hosted by Baby himself wouldn't be the same without the all-important KILLER TUNES. Nestled directly to the side of the seating area, a makeshift DJ booth flanked by tiki torches serves as the beating heart of the party, and marks the start of a large square expanse of sand, a DIY DANCE FLOOR cordoned off by a large speaker in each of the four corners, all connected by links of colorful bunting. As promised, the MUSIC will be blasting until the morning, ranging from massive party tunes (no, but seriously) to romantic ballads for those who feel like a slow dance. There are also, strewn around, some serious dancing jams because what’s a party without some exquisitely cheesy songs? Later on, when there is less dancing and more lounging around, quieter, softer classics will be put on as background music. Feel free to MAKE A REQUEST (or ten), or even steal the mic and sing a little song yourself! Come on down, Cadelle, and give the summer one last hurrah before it goes away. As the unimitable Ella Fitzgerald would say, "it's summertime, and the livin' is easy." The mod team is so excited to post our first PLAYER-HOSTED EVENT! If your character has the desire to host an event of some kind, be it a party, a grand opening for their business, or something else all together, please don't hesitate to let us know via our EVENT SUGGESTIONS POST! For help with this, or for any other concerns, please feel free to reach out to us via our GENERAL INBOX (or SCREENED INBOX, if you prefer). Have fun, cuddlers, and don't forget your SPF!

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clary fray ( ota )

[creatio]

( Beach parties aren't necessarily Clary's thing, she'd definitely like to cite a lack of availability for that - she's not just secretly a prude, thank you very much, Kimberly. But Baby is definitely someone she considers a friend, and with the people she cared for heading down to party, she couldn't exactly say no. Besides, there's a first time for everything. Miraculously, she's even been convinced into a costume, paired with shorts, a floppy hat, and huge sunglasses. She has delicate redhead skin, she has to be sensible about this things.

( And if you're willing to risk Jace and the Herondale Wrath, you can always offer to help her apply that sunscreen. )

At first she mostly directs people to the snack table, absentmindedly chewing on a twizzler as she enthuses over the collection of foodstuffs. At least it's not all candy, but the host and housemate had to convince her into bringing legitimate items. If you find her at the bar, it's likely she's somehow managed to stick a series of tiny cocktail umbrellas of various colours into her hair. She's not drunk, she's just easily amused. Or she's trying to kick everyone ( and their dog's ) ass at volleyball.

When the evening starts to set in, Clary ditches her hat and glasses in favour of the glowsticks she's snuck into her bag. If you're dancing anywhere close by, she's definitely going to end up offering one to you. And if she knows you at least in passing, she's going to drag you into the area with her regardless. She's never been much for dancing ( a lack of coordination didn't help, so thank you runes ) but she's in the party spirit. Much later, when the moon is heavy in the sky, she's spread a blanket out before the bonfire and is watching the flames, a happy and relaxed look on her face, so come chat to her. )

volleyball

[gr8muppetyodin]

[ Buffy leaned down to scoop up the volleyball as it came rolling towards her while she walked up the beach. She tossed it in the air as she kept walking before giving it one more throw up into the air before spiking it on purpose to return it to the redhead.

The last time she'd played any kind of game on the beach it had been an attempt at tossing around the football with Riley, and that did not end well. No matter how good Buffy was at using a weapon, nothing prepared her for tossing around a football.

Volleyball on the other hand? She was pretty sure she could manage that. Maybe. It's possible her well-aimed shot had skewed slightly and missed the redhead. ]

Oops! Sorry, my bad.

[obdurates]

( To recall a day like this would have left him scrambling; there were times, especially early on at the Lightwood manor, three kids playing, an obliviousness to what awaited them, that may have compared...but it isn't the same. Clary's persuasive efforts were the reason for his attendance but once there, it hadn't taken further convincing to enjoy what the beach offered.

Give him a little credit, too. He hadn't become (annoyingly) competitive at volleyball; and even made sure a few dances from a certain redhead were reserved specifically for him. Now, silver crescent painting the night sky, things wound down. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your view, that entails something else. Jace, head swimming from not insignificant amount of tropical flavored drinks already consumed, plopping down on the blanket, intimately close.

It isn't a sloppy drunk that's overtaken him; just pleasant buzzing and relaxation. An arm drapin across Clary's midriff, his smile comes relaxed and playful, as if he had just acquired some immeasurable prize )

What do I win? ( A question that may not make sense without further context ) For behaving, when you looked like this all day. ( He stirs; propping himself up on an elbow, glancing over the expanse of her pale skin, swallowing heavily ) Is this what it felt like before? ( Sincerity finds a way into his expression; an earnest inquiry, free hand applying soft pressure to her hip ) When you didn't know about the shadow world. Were you happy like this? Is this...( Following that line of questioning feels like a betrayal; he loved being a shadowhunter, and everything that came with it, despite the trauma ) Feeling this way, is it normal?

Jen Andrews - ota

[bikinimail]

[ Jen doesn't know anybody in the city yet, but she heard there was a beach party, and well. She's never been to a beach party. She's been to the New Jersey shore once as a kid, before her dad left. But this is different. She's grown up now, and by herself. So alone though she may be, there's no way she's missing this party.

She dresses in a simple red one piece with jeans over it, hair pulled back into a messy blonde ponytail. She brings a towel from her apartment to lay onto the sand and sit on, from which point she watches the festivities, strawberry daiquiri in hand. When she'd first ordered it she'd expected them to give her a virgin daiquiri instead or at least card her, but apparently the drinking age here is lower than it is back home. Doesn't matter anyway, Jen can hold her alcohol just fine.

Periodically, she'll leave her towel oasis for a dip in the water or a game of volleyball. And as the night goes on, she'll take to wearing the towel wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the chilly air. Come talk to her, offer to refill her drink, or ask her to dance! ]

daisy johnson ( ota )

[foreshock]

( This is definitely something Daisy has been looking forward to. SHIELD she loves with all her heart and soul, but it didn't exactly lend itself to vacationing in the Bahamas or enjoying life with attractive cabana boys. A party - and one specifically like this - is long overdue. She has no qualms about her choice of attire either, adding a sarong means she won't scandalise any poor passersby while letting her enjoy the full beach babe experience. It's once in a lifetime and she's going for it.

Daisy spends a little of her time at the bar, sampling the cocktails and flirting up a storm with anyone lingering over the alcohol. It helps her ease into the whole atmosphere more, jokes teasing and light.If anyone looks unsure about the drinks on hand, she'll be the one to lean other and whisper 'avoid pier pressure' like the terrible pun loving monster she is. The dancing she throws herself straight into, undiscerning about her choice of partner. If you've got the moves, you can join her for sure.

Later, when the drinking games begin, she finds a space on the sand to sit cross legged, grin gleeful and wicked. She's definitely happy as a clam. Please, someone stop her. )

:3

[dedikated]

( If there is one thing to be grateful in life for, it's that Kate's never really lived that far from the beach. Even if that beach is Blackpool. That, and the fact that - for all he's a pain in her neck - Carl can teleport and sometimes, The Agency lets them have a day off which is used on beaches and too much alcohol.

That said, it's been all too long since they even had that, and this party is nothing like their stupid "get drunk and have a shitty disposable barbecue" days off. It's bigger and better, but she still feels a little-

She misses the idiots, okay? Even Carl. Even Faith. Christ, she'd actually enjoy Faith's unrestrained zeal for life and constant positive twists on everything. Which is partly why she's drinking quicker than she needs to, letting herself get swept up in the booze and the atmosphere, rather than the homesickness. )

This count as getting a drink together?

( Yo. )

dean winchester, supernatural. ota!

[venaris]

( alright, beach parties were not his thing. hell, he can't remember a time where he's even witnessed one, let alone dared set foot on sandy grounds that are seemingly consumed with pop-y music and some kind of makeshift dance floor that he definitely doesn't want to end up on. already he's viscously questioning why he's here, and don't even get him started on the list of chides he'd likely hear from sammy and god forbid, crowley, should any of this be witnessed. he's about ready to find the nearest security he can threaten with a low tone that there'd better not be cameras, but grips himself together instead the moment he sees that bar up ahead. oh, saving grace. sweet, saving grace.

he is way too sober for this.

so, undoubtedly you'll find this sulk-ridden man at the bar, ordering himself a double whiskey just to start things off, because he's pretty sure he's going to need it. if you're the type where it's as much a halo of relief as him, he probably wouldn't mind your company, just don't mind him attempting to avoid eye contact with anything potentially pride-draining behind his sunglasses. and yeah, you guessed it, this man is not wearing anything different than the usual flannel and t-shirt beneath, rolled up near his elbows. give him a good reason to strip and he'll do it.

body shots, ladies?

once the sun finds it's descent and things begin to mellow out, he may make an appearance by the bonfire, preferably propped on some weathered log that's been either placed or washed ashore, he's not sure, but he'll take it, beer in hand and boots likely filled with sand. it's not like he packed for a vacation in tahiti. )

[foreshock]

I think I'm having a sympathetic hot flush.

( Daisy grins as she slides into the seat beside Dean, motioning for the bartender to bring them both another drink before she takes a long, lingering look down his body. He's stupidly hot, but also stupidly hot. )

You know I love your whole grizzled modern cowboy aesthetic as much as the next girl, but you're too pretty to die of heatstroke, Winchester. Even I ditched the leather today. ( And apparently, most of the rest of her clothes. But her teasing is gentle, her smile friendly. When their drinks are delivered she immediately starts toying with the umbrella. ) So tell me the truth. Do you burst into flames upon contact with the sun? Do you have an allergy? Are you stitched into those jeans?

Kieren Walker | OTA

[depressiveoptimist]

[It may be hot, but Kieren can't feel it, of course. He is hoping that the change is going to start happening again, soon, but until then...he's just his normal undead self.

He did find something a bit more light to wear than his normal jumper and hoodie outfit, at least.

He couldn't partake in the food or the drinking..or the sports, really (lack of coordination since his death), but he was more than happy to sit on the beach on a blanket with his sketchbook and pastels scattered about him, drawing the scenes and people he sees around him.

If he sees someone he recognizes he'll wave them over, but otherwise, he's fine not being the center of attention; anyone is welcome to join him of course, or peak over his shoulder--or notice that he's drawing him. Forever a people watching, anyone who i wearing something interesting, or looks interesting, is going to get a sketch done of them.

He might even give it to them, if he thinks he did well enough on it.]

[creatio]

( There's nothing like an impromptu meeting of the Art Club, though Clary's probably the only one referring to their friendship with such a title. But she's pleased when she sees Kieren, sketchbook spread across his lap. She can't resist bounding over and flinging herself down beside him, probably kicking up sand as she does so. Her shoulder presses into his as she leans in, completely comfortable with invading his personal space. She can't help it, she's just too friendly. )

See, you had the right idea. I should have snuck my sketchbook with me.

( Hey Kieren, hey. )

Are you making good use of all the free life models?

kate galloway. ota.

[dedikated]

( You would think the bright pink, waist length hair (currently tied back into twin braids) would be quite enough colour, that Kate might just decide to wear something neutral- but no. She makes her way near-immediately to the volleyball court, tossing a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt to the side and picking up a ball. Come play with her, if you want. It's going to be sad spending her time tossing the thing up and down, catching it and kicking it into the air again.

Between rounds of volleyball, you'll probably see her at the Bar, sat on a stool with a beer in hand and occasionally attempting to chat to people nearby. Even after months in Eudio and some time here, she still feels a bit awkward about the whole thing, but the booze helps, slowly.

At the end of the night, her clothes are back on, but Kate is freezing, even with the alcohol running warm through her veins. She might be seen standing just a touch too close to the bonfire or wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm. )

kara danvers • ota

[advena]

( should you find yourself in need of libations on the beach, feel free to sidle up to the bar. you'll be greeted either by a very grumpy man in a sarong — please don't ask her, she's not sure why he's wearing it either — or the somewhat friendlier face of kara danvers. parties like these aren't exactly her usual friday afternoon activity, but she hasn't been given much of a choice in her attendance, so at the beach she stays.

if you were hoping to find her exposed to the elements, you might be sorely disappointed; her white shorts are certainly short enough, long legs on display in the rare moments where she leaves the comfort of the bar to venture out onto the sand, but a patterned linen cover-up and modest one-piece do not a scandalous outfit make.

though kara definitely makes herself at home behind the bar, doling out beers and cups of punch ("i'm not calling it 'frat douche' punch, mick.") to those that ask for it, she does occasionally take the strong hints to actually get out and enjoy herself every so often. the snack bar is an obvious choice, but she spends the majority of her free time simply laying on the beach, listening to the sounds of the waves and trying not to get in anyone's way.

feel free to come say hello, or try your luck at dragging her into something decidedly more social. )

barrrr~

[dedikated]

What's good?

( It's the first question anyone needs to ask. Even if they're familiar with the bar itself, there hasn't been enough time for Kate to try every bar and every drink on offer yet. Also, money's been an issue, which is something she hasn't actually worried about in a long time. It isn't just "go drinking, wake up with your bank breathing down your neck" any more. She leans her elbows on the bar, her chin resting in a hand, taking a breather from all the volleyball she's been playing. Or at least, all the knocking around a ball she's been doing. )

kimberly hart • open

[recoined]

( by the time kimberly's bright pink scooter pulls up to the parking lot, she's beyond ready to dive into the literal and metaphorical waters of this shindig. she'd spent the better part of the morning helping set everything up, ensuring the snack bar was filled with things beyond just sugar and more sugar, and gone home to freshen up. now, party started and well in the swing of things, she's ready to actually enjoy the fruits of her labor.

making a beeline for the bar seems like an excellent first step to said enjoyment; the punch is a little stronger (okay, a lot stronger) than she'd expected, but kimberly tips back her cups all the same with the kind of reckless abandonment a cliff diver would be proud of, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grins at no one in particular. come share in her delight, or perhaps suggest something a little more appropriate — she does like pina coladas and walking in the rain. not that weather is much of a concern today.

while she's not exactly dressed for any sort of strenuous activity — tiny denim shorts cover little more than the pink bikini worn underneath — that doesn't stop her from flitting around the party itself, friendly and flirtatious with anyone who crosses her path. she'll happily occupy a spot on the dance floor, chatting up a storm with anyone who can keep up with her, or dive into the waves headfirst to race out to sea or just to enjoy the surf.

however, once the sun goes down, kimberly's well worn out, and ready to curl up next to the bonfire (preferably next to someone a little warmer than her). she'll happily join in to conversation, but she'll quietly abstain from any games of truth, thank you very much. those haven't exactly worked out so well for her in the past. )

late;

[killertrack]

[ It's late, when Baby gets off the DJ booth, and finally starts mingling some. When he find Kimberly, he's got a drink in hand, a twizzler in his mouth, and a shirt on his back - he's still sweating from playing, but it got colder fast, further away from the fire.

Kimberly looks like she's been drinking, but he saw her dance earlier, having fun. He's glad, because - he's got to talk to her, and he doubts it'll be pleasant. Another reason for him to have a drink. ]

So what would you say - party a success?

Cassian Andor | OTA

[bylothalmoons]

Bar

[After what happened on Scarif, it shouldn't be a surprise that beaches make him a bit uneasy. However, he needs to be here for socialization sake, and Cassian was never one to let fears or past memories to keep him from a place.

Dressed in a simple white linen shirt and a pair of tan slacks, it isn't the most 'beachy' wear, but it is also something more fitting for this weather, and the people here.

Tossing a few dollars on the bar, he grabs two beers, and heads towards someone also standing alone, nodding his head as he holds out one of the drinks.]

You look like you could use one of these.

[A tiny hint of a smile. He could be friendly. See?]

--
Bonfire

[Later on in the evening, once sun has started to set, Cassian will find himself sitting next to the bonfire, drinking something a bit harder than the beers he had started on.

It had been a good day; it was amazing, really, how well people got along here, despite the different walks of life, the difference in technology and personalities. It helped him have hope for what might happen once the Empire fell. People could live in peace, given the chance. They just needed half a breath to grab it.]

bar

[dedikated]

( Look, she could always use a drink. Even in what seems to want to pass for paradise. Maybe especially here. No amount of time seems enough to really drag Kate's mind out of the idea that she's getting more than she deserves out of this deal. That she should never have had to make it in the first place, if she'd been stronger. Better. More than-

But, today, she's just people watching for a few moments, between drinking and increasingly drunk volleyball, when she gets a drink offered. And who says no to that? )

Sure.

( And beer's a good choice. )

Don't think we've met. ( Kate, you're in a fluorescent bikini with waist length pink hair, you're quite easy to remember. ) Name's Kate. You?

isabelle lightwood | shadowhunters. ota!

[distractly]

( one might find it difficult to believe that izzy couldn't thrive in an event like a beach party, however since coming to cadelle, merely taking the time to enjoy herself hasn't exactly been something she's excelled at. perhaps it's a day and evening to do just that, or she'll at least give it her best, clad in a—you guessed it—black mesh one piece and a pair of reliable, tattered levi's to accompany. it's just about as casual as she gets without the sweats she's packed along back at her apartment— but dipping her toes in the sand certainly didn't call for those.

briefly, if you catch her, she can be spotted at the bar grabbing herself a daquiri, because if she's going to relax, there's nothing like a stereotype frozen, beach-y drink to get her started. while the suns at it's peak, she'll be dabbling along the snack bar ( le agradezco, clary and kimberly ), and if she can find any willing participants—ahem, fray, back her up on this one—perhaps even getting a game of beach volleyball started. she's got to relieve her competitive kick somehow, right?

she sees you at that dj booth, baby. she's trying not to make eyes.

as evening settles in, tide picks up and a breeze hits along the oceanfront, you'll find her perched atop one of those aztec, threadbare blankets before the bonfire, umbrella tucked behind her ear from re: daquiri. you're welcome to join her, though her eyes may be wandering for a particular someone- one who may have promised her a reserved dance. she doesn't bite, otherwise- promise. )

[killertrack]

[ It's been a long night - a mostly good night, even if his talk with Kimberly still hangs heavy in his heart. They'll get somewhere where they can be friends, he hopes, but right now it's just... well, awkward, and Baby knows he's hurt her.

But then, he sees Isabelle, and his heart lifts, thumping hard in his throat. He's done with spinning tunes, letting playlists do the job now, and most of the party has moved from the dancefloor to the bonfire, looking for warmth, most people drunk enough to start playing games Baby is pretty sure he doesn't want to get involved in.

Instead, he puts on the shirt he's kept hanging from the back pocket of his shorts, and walks over to Isabelle, holding out a hand to her when he's close enough. The music is a bunch of classic Motown - his favorite kind of tunes. ]

May I have this dance?

vasquez | ota

[quinientos]

[He can't actually remember the last time he saw a beach, but if he has, it's not in recent memory. Still, the name of the bar makes him laugh in a low, desperately amused way and he heads towards the bar to order himself a drink, which comes with a little yellow umbrella in it. Vasquez picks it out and eyes the toothpick part of it, twirling it absently as he sticks it between his teeth, heading towards the fire he sees in the distance.

He's overdressed, he thinks. He's only wearing his loose linen shirt (with the arm hastily patched up) and the flashy trousers he loves so much, but one thing he's noticing is that the boots are bad for the sand. Grumbling and cursing, he ends up taking them off and frowning as he walks in the sand barefoot. It doesn't feel right, it feels more than a little strange, but maybe that's a sign he needs more alcohol.

Setting the drink aside, he spits the umbrella into a trash before downing the drink rapidly, signalling to the bartender that he needs another two. When the bartender asks if it's for him and a friend, Vasquez isn't sure whether he should even begin to fight it]

Can't a man be thirsty on his own without needing to have a friend?

[neutronium]

Yes, he can. But in this place, apparently it's bad decorum.

[Hux answers the hypothetical question as he moves up to the bar and orders a whiskey for himself. He knows he needs to socialize more, but it isn't something that comes easy to him. He is also dressed in something that isn't very beachy, but it is very much 'casual' for him.

Giving the other man a once over, he quirks an eyebrow.]

I see I'm not the only one who is over dressed for this excursion.

buffy summers | ota

[gr8muppetyodin]

[ The Californian native certainly was loving the beach vibes. Her tanned skin and blonde hair, complete with the token bikini top under a lightweight top that hung off one shoulder and the little denim shorts showing off her legs, meant she was ready for anything.

So maybe it was professional interest that kept her near the BAR to begin with. Buffy might have been taking a few mental notes on how the bartender mixed the cocktails. And of course she indulged in a few. She'd learned her lesson never to mess with beer in her first year of college. Though she suspected this brew wasn't tainted with magic, she had no urge to go cavegirl again.

And while she didn't need to be tipsy to enjoy the DANCEFLOOR, she was sure Faith would approve of how the alcohol had loosened her up and made her more than ready to dance like she didn't have a care in the world. She didn't even need a partner really. Just let the crowd and the music swallow her. Some of the tunes she recognised, some she was still figuring out. But who cared so long as you found the rhythm and enjoyed yourself?

Later, she found herself gravitating towards the BONFIRE and remembering the last time she was on the beach. There was only the slightest hint of sadness at thinking about her friends back in Sunnydale, but the truth was she'd already made her peace with leaving them behind. That had been her plan all along just before she'd showed up in Cadelle. ]

red solo cup. i lift you up. proceed to partay. (bar)

[acuerdo]

[after helping baby set up for the event, robbie spends a considerable amount of time splashing around in the waves until he no longer feels grimy and gross. eventually he makes his way to the bar and grabs himself a fruity looking glass of punch in a red plastic cup. the beach party and bar scene feels a whole lot like what he'd envisioned college being like if he would've had the opportunity to live that life instead of being responsible for taking care of his family, but robbie isn't bitter about the direction of his existence. not when there's so many attractive people to gaze at.

one in particular — tiny and blonde — catches his eye as he leaves the bar counter for a place to chill and enjoy his drink. he saunters on over toward her until he realizes that they've talked before. he clears his throat until she turns around and offers her up a friendly grin.]

This isn't quite brunch, but I'm not going to complain.

glinda "the Good" + ota

[notthatgirl]

[ Glinda has never been one to pass up a good party- why not continue that here in Cadelle? She didn't arrive in swimwear, though she wore it underneath the dress she'd picked. Her wand was transformed into a parasol, held against her shoulder, during the day... And once she's actually on the sand, those shoes are off and being carried.

She spends some of her time sipping on fruity cocktails from the BAR and nibbling on veggies and dip on a beach towel- mostly watching people (primarily those playing volleyball, though she won't join in thank you very much).

If she's asked to join someone on the dance floor, she won't turn anyone down... and perhaps at some point she can be found getting some sun and sporting the swimsuit under her gown. Later in the night, she won't pass up a friendly game of spin the bottle or other drinking games.

As the day goes on, and the more of those fruity drinks she's had, the friendlier and probably handsier she gets... As though she wasn't in the first place.]

[duelo]

[ Derek has been trying to help out on and off at the bar because while Kara and Mick both have friends here, Derek hasn't made that many and he hadn't had any other plans for the day and he figures he might as well — how hard can it be, really? They probably want to go have fun, anyway. It's on one of his off points in the evening when he's passing a handful of people preparing to start some game — if he hadn't been distracted, he would've noticed what game and kept walking — when he recognizes Glinda. He hasn't seen her since the library, although they parted on good terms. He imagines she's been busy making a million friends while he's still been doing his research when he's not working the door at CriminALES.

The familiar, friendly face has him moving toward her though to say hello, unwittingly setting himself up to be dragged into the game. ]

Hey, long time no see!

[ He greets her with a genuine smile. It's hard not to. ]

How've you been?

kendra saunders + ota

[wingedpriestess]

[ Kendra wasn't exactly in a 'party' mood, but that was neither here nor there as she decided to show up to the beach party anyways. She wouldn't get her wish if she didn't play the game, so she found a swimsuit and made her way down for the afternoon and evening.

She's found primarily by the SNACK TABLE, noshing on brownies and veggies and sipping on a beer that's almost always in hand. When she's not there, however, she's found playing VOLLEYBALL or trying to get people to play volleyball with her.

As day turns into night, the sarong around Kendra's waist can now be found as a makeshift blanket around her shoulders while she cozies up by the bonfire- easily getting lost in her thoughts now that she's not keeping herself busy and distracted... She won't say no to dancing, but it's not something she'll go out of her way to initiate.]

Elizabeth Swann + ota

[pyrateking]

[ Fitting into this 'modern' environment was not something Elizabeth was very skilled at. What was considered scandalous back home was normalized here. When she hears about the beach party, she's already more than aware that anything she wears would be considered too much.

Hence why she asked for help with picking out her outfit... And why she continues to pull the cover-up closed throughout the afternoon and evening. She can be found walking along the shore, waves crashing no higher than her ankles... She may stop by the BAR for a quick drink, but nurses water more often than not... And as far as the SNACKS go, she's sticking to the vegetables and eyeing most of the candy warily.

She'll observe a DRINKING GAME or two, though it isn't likely she'll join in... And as the sun sets, she'll spend most of her time at the BONFIRE, opting out of a bean bag or beach towel. If a song comes on that catches her attention, she'll turn to the closest person.]

Do you know this one?

bonfire

[killertrack]

[ Baby's been enjoying the party for a while now; done with his DJing duties now that most people migrated to the bonfire, the night having settled in, everyone seeking some warmth. He's left the music to play some party classics and also some quieter songs, a shuffle of styles and genres and eras.

He turns, a little surprised, when he hears a voice asking if he knows the song. The ringing in his ears isn't as bad as it can sometimes be, with the music loud enough for him to latch on to. He smiles, nods. ]

Yeah, I know it. It's Kings Of Leon's Sex On Fire. You've never heard it before?

Claire Bennet | OTA

[evogirl]

[ Well, she said she'd come to the party so here she is. She feels a little awkward because she still doesn't know a lot of people here yet. She hopes this party might work on changing that for her.

She's talked to a good bit of people on the network, and even told some of them what she can do.

It's nice to see everyone having a good time after the earthquake devastation from not that long ago. It's still fresh in Claire's mind, as she wonders what the next disaster will be.

Someone taps her on the shoulder, offering her a beer. She politely declines and continues on her way, moving toward the BONFIRE to see what everyone is up to. ]

bonfire

[onstepnine]

[He saw her decline that beer. He saw, and he is so relieved that he's not the only one not drinking. It's not that Vincent doesn't feel comfortable around people who are drinking. It's just that, in a party full of people boozing it up, the ones who choose to stay sober are easy to spot. They stand out a little, so to speak, even if they just happen to glance in the direction of the non-drinker and happen to see them say no thanks.

So Vincent heads over to the girl, and because he has decided not to immediately spout facts to break the ice, he smiles at her and says,] I'm not much of a drinker either. Still, it's a pretty good party, yeah?

patty spivot - the flash - ota

[taskforcing]

[ You'll catch Patty watching the drinking games bemusedly, staring at the dance floor longingly, or hanging out by the bar with a drink in hand, wearing a swimsuit and a blue sarong.

And that night? She'll be by the bonfire, moving to make sure that anyone who might have had a little too much doesn't get too close to the fire.]

Hey, watch out-- [ And she'll grab your arm if you get too close.]

[dedikated]

What th-

( She might not have realised just how close she was to the fire, the sudden hand on her arm taking Kate out of her search for warmth - who knew that a t-shirt and shorts aren't the most insulating of clothes when the temperature dips like this - and causing her to instinctively jerk her arm back. )

elijah moore | open

[allucina]

club tropicana drinks are free~

[Eli shows up to the party in full swing, a lei around his neck that seemed to twinkle and change colours as he walked, the flowers bordering between the traditional and the full blown weird and subject to constant change. Eli was known for being a social creature and today was no exception. He spends more than an ample amount of time at the bar, fruity cocktails in hand, the umbrella fron one drink now stuck behind his ear, nestling amongst his hair.

During the drinking games Eli flails a little more openly, those weren't as common during his times, nor were there a lot of them in society. Eli's experiences with alcohol were concerned a lot more with older people, political galas, the occasional date- parties for the young weren't always as wild as this and the young Illusionist found himself drinking more often than not; laughing openly and feeling young and carefree.

On the dance floor Eli found himself feeling daring, helping to keep the mood going with the occasional flash of strobe lighting from his hands as he tentatively approaches a stranger, a grin on his features and a flush on his cheeks as he asks them to share the moment with him.

Later on towards the evening, at the bonfire Eli's eyes light up, its unlike anything he's ever seen. Having grown up inside High Tower fires were the kinds of things that were only allowed to exist atop candles and even that was a sign of fear, it meant their electrical circuits were malfunctioning. Seeing fire of this kind though Eli looked fascinated and enthralled, the glow on his face making his features look a touch manic, helped along with the alcohol.]

thom creed | open

[sanator]

fun and sunshine, there's enough for everyone~

[This was probably one of the first parties Thom Creed had ever been to and even he had to admit that it was times like these that made his social awkwardness seem more in place than usual. He was trying his best though, lacking in actual swim-shorts but making do with a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank-top, unironically looking like the cast of baywatch.

He wasn't much of a drinker but that doesn't stop him from pacing himself at the bar, sipping on a drink that came served in a coconut and staring at it a little with every sip almost as if he was afraid of the beverage.

On the volleyball court the young hero seems more at ease, a smile on his lips and a light sheen of sport-induced sweat on his skin as he actually tackles the sport with a lot of gusto, an athlete even now as he tosses the sweat-soaked shirt aside, basking in the sunlight.

At the edge of the dancefloor though, Thom remains a bit of a wallflower. The alcohol hadn't left him any braver than usual even if it had created an unfamiliar warmth in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't quite a dancer, but part of him did yearn to throw himself into the group, instead he kept to the sidelines, tapping his toes along to the music.]

Bar

[neutronium]

[Hux was already three drinks in at the bar, unintentionally dressed like an ironic hipster. He doesn't do 'beach'.

Glancing over at Thom, he gives him the once over, smirking.]

Well, at least your clothed.

[Yes, he remembers you.]

clark kent | dceu

[elscion]

Cocktail time, a summer's tune

[Ever since coming out of the closet as Superman for the first time in a while Clark had found himself retreating somewhat into himself, so the party seemed like the perfect recipe to get back out there and be normal. The Kansas boy wasn't exactly familiar with beach parties that didn't stop him from turning up.

While at the bar Clark keeps things simple, opting for beers rather than the various colourful drinks on display, sipping from the bottle calmly and slowly and eventually making his way over to the snack tables because he was a growing boy that needed more than just sunlight to keep him going.

Near the dancefloor though Clark found himself smiling openly at the music, watching the people enjoying the revelry of it all. He still wasn't quite in it like the rest of them, but he was enjoying it none-the-less, even if the slow songs made him miss having a special someone to enjoy them with.

At the bonfire however, Clark found himself knuckling down to sit on a plank of wood, staring out at the flames- part of him found fire interesting to watch; it was a different mindset watching fire here compared to watching a world on fire and Clark found himself enjoying a beer alongside the warmth.]

[bylothalmoons]

Bonfire

Bonfires can mean many things, to many cultures. Celebration, mourning...

[Cassian is nearby, nursing his own beer, having been lost in thought. He knows socializing is good for him, and getting lost in thought on a beach, of all things, is not good for him. So striking up a conversation with a fellow fire watch is probably best. His accent is light, and lilting--vaguely Castilian to an Earthian.]

...what does it mean to you?

scott mccall | open.

[puppypower]

[he's not really a party kind of guy. not that it's a choice he's purposely made. rather, he's simply never been invited. sure, a kids party with balloons and cake, he's done. back when everyone in your class was your friend, so everybody was invited. but since going to high school, where a chaperoned party is a one way ticket to the bottom of the pile, parties haven't really been a thing for him.

(well, until allison. but everything's changed since she came in to his life.)

most of his time is spent wandering around, trying to make it at least look like he fits in. wearings shorts and a t-shirt, he at least looks the part. though given how he's quietly watching everybody, it may not be quite as smooth an attempt as he'd hoped. he sticks to soda for the evening, solely because it's what he's used to. sure, he and stiles may have snuck a drink of alcohol or two before, but without his best friend there with him, he doesn't see a reason to start drinking now. (never mind the fact that alcohol wouldn't have any effect on him. but he doesn't know about that yet.)

when it eventually starts getting darker, scott finds himself a place by a bonfire, doing his best not to cringe at the smell of burning wood. the music playing nearby is a distraction though, his smile widening each time a familiar song is cued up. heading to the dance floor may not be in his future, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy the music regardless.]

[depressiveoptimist]

[Kieren is of course dressed in non beachy clothing, but no one really would want to see more of his pasty skin, in his opinion. So this works for him. He's not drinking or eating anything, but that's because he can't.

He does end up near the bonfire after a time, though, sitting by himself as he watches the flames. The last time he had been near one, it had been when he had first met Simon--that seemed ages ago, really.

Seeing someone else by themselves, he waves at them awkwardly, trying to get their attention.]

Uh--nice party, right?

[Not a bad way to start a conversation, right?]

jace herondale; open

[obdurates]

↪ volleyball / i'm the man, come round

( anyone that knew him wouldn’t be surprised; a competitive nature, instilled and fostered from a young age, had thus far been unable to present itself. two posts dug into the sand, net stretching between, aimed to fix that. needing to be the best swam through his veins; valentine’s psyche shaping influence at hand. excellence or suffering. no middle ground. leaving said baggage behind didn’t come easily. the ‘win at all costs’ mentality relegated towards some rarely visited section of his mind; not banished altogether, but kept at bay, unable to grate on jace’s sanity.

beads of perspiration dotted the expanse of his chest; following dark swirling lines of runes, and contours of muscle. simple boardshorts marked jace’s attire for the game; a lingering feeling of being out of place had yet to subside. fun wasn’t a foreign concept; others from home were aware of his ‘bookclub’...those things didn’t take place in this kind of setting. eyebrows knitting together, his toes sunk further, enjoying the warmth of the sand between them before exhaling sharply. just close your eyes and jump; the jace herondale motto.

stepping onto the golden court, he plucks the ball from its resting spot, tossing it between hands. knowing the basic rules was good enough; confidence in his natural (strike that: angel blood wasn’t natural) athleticism to carry him through might prove a downfall later. edges of his mouth drawing into a smirk, thoughts from earlier lay forgotten, anticipation of victory already thrumming wildly )

We doing this or not? Last chance to back out and save yourself the pain of losing. ( antagonistic words? sure; but they were playful )

↪ bonfire / blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind

( clary’s persuasive efforts; the contributing factor in his attendance. since receiving his first rune, and before then if valentine’s ‘tests’ were counted, how many threats jace faced were innumerable. vampires. lesser demons. circle members. shapeshifters. pit any of them against him and the best defense immediately sprang to mind. no such luck when it came to a certain redhead’s excitement; one look, eyes bright, smiling irresistibly, and he was defeated. utterly and effectively conquered. thankfully it was a power she wielded with responsibility.

despite initial trepidation upon their arrival, jace was now a portrait in relaxation, spread out over a blanket, though in truth, he looked more like a cat sunning itself on a rock. to his left the coconut shell had been drained of its alcoholic contents; he was genuinely happy. things weren’t perfect. glancing at the parabatai rune on his side would remind of how much he missed alec; an emptiness, never quite leaving, but it wasn’t enough to detract from his mood in that moment. did mundanes feel like this most of the time? oblivious to the shadow world. free to just exist.

the fire crackled; devouring more of the wood. how long had his eyes been closed? a tingling sensation crept up the length of spine; not unpleasant, more an awareness of someone nearby. licking his lips, able to still taste the salt of the ocean there, he didn’t yet look to see who it was. )

Going to sit down? Or just admiring the view? ( of course, he would be referring to himself, not the bonfire)

jax jackson | open!

[scrimshanding]

Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind

[Jax arrives at the party sporting an a-shirt and a pair of broadshorts. There weren't much by way of beach parties in Central City but he'd seen enough teen movies in his lifetime to figure he wasn't pulling some sort of faux pas. (And speaking of faux pas, good manners made it imperative that he bring something to the party. Jax settled on the ever needed, and easy to find, bag of ice. Which he deposits near the bar)

The snack table is one of the first places he wanders. The array of food stuffs almost immediately caught his attention. A number of the snacks being stuff Jax hadn't seen in months. He plops himself on the sand with some snacks -- but doesn't mind sharing with anyone who stops by to make conversation (or, you know, point you where to get your own).

Eventually, he'll jump into playing volleyball. If there are any stranglers looking indecisive about joining in nearby, expect him to encourage you.

As the day winds down, expect him by the bonfire. He'll be stretched out against a beanbag, eyes at half-mast. He's not sleeping. Just resting. He certainly won't mind company. ]