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!
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Have fun, cuddlers, and don't forget your SPF! |
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cuddlecity2017-09-08 10:14 am
dean winchester, supernatural. ota!
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( 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?
i hate him already
still, he can afford a chuckle, single brow cocked upward as another whiskey is set before his person, this time with a bit of ice to cut it. he'd complain, but can he really given the company that's slid up next to him? ) Yeah, see, thing is, I got that same suit back home. Must've forgotten to pack it.
( eyes up, winchester. not that she isn't scoring him over the same. )
Definitely not stitched into them, sweetheart. Just need a bit more reason than a teen-bop party to get out of 'em; why, you got something in mind?
it's fine, i'll love him for you.
Damn, and you would have had the legs for it too. I'm disappointed.
( He's terrible, but she's here for it. )
Tell you what, find me when the kids go to bed and I'll show you exactly how I pull off this costume.
( Double Entendre time. )
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( a click of his tongue, and begrudgingly he's turning eyes back toward the bar. whether it may appear as so or not, he does know how to grant an iota of respect, but she couldn't have expected him not to take a look. given the fact that he hadn't even owned a pair of shorts back home to bring along with him, there wasn't much more he could've done, as shopping for a party he didn't even plan on attending til last minute wasn't at the top of his to do list.
it's a low whistle that falls from him next, and while it isn't shown, he can't deny the slight fluster he's granted with that suggestive tone of hers. she was... something else, sure as hell knew how to keep a man on his toes. didn't find that nearly often enough. he's finishing off his previous whiskey, pushing the glass aside in favor of the new one, and you better believe that smirk is still ridden across his lips. )
Give a man something like that to look forward to and I can't promise he'll make it that long.
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And here I thought you'd have more stamina than that.
( No, she's kidding. Daisy's grinning as she leans an elbow on the bartop, sarong falling to the wayside. She knows she looks good - training helps with that. And she's relatively scar free, which most agents probably couldn't say. Humming, she picks up her own drink, takes a sip before speaking again. )
Maybe I'll have to distract you. You could always tell me something about yourself.
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Can promise you it was nothing to do with stamina, though I could show you better than I could tell ya.
( he offers it up as if nothing but a fair suggestion, a raise of free palm as if to put up that white flag ahead of time should anything he say be deemed improper. as if it really excused him. it's more playful than anything, running tongue along his teeth before wetting his lips, directing his attention further to her rather than the fact that yet another pop song he didn't know came on.
where's the taylor swift? )
Dunno if I'm that interesting of a distraction. Ask away. ( as if he were anything near an open book; he isn't. a good liar, if anything. )
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I do kind of like a bit more show than tell.
( But, he's given her an opening and she hums thoughtfully, crossing her legs at the knee and bouncing her foot lightly, flipflop making a sound as she does so. )
If you were stranded on an island and could take three things with you, what would they be? And you can't say boat. I'm removing that from the equation.
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she doesn't seem daft enough to believe what he sells, but regardless, he's thankful she doesn't pry too deep. he emits a chuckle at the question he's presented, lips gleaming with whiskey giving a thoughtful purse, a tick of his head to the side as he swirls what bit of the amber liquid remains in his glass. )
No boat, huh? Sounds like a sadistic game. ( he can take this the playful, shallow route as he did most things (kind of went along with the not letting anyone in thing), or be a little more genuine. she hasn't posed herself as too much of a threat just yet, so he figures a little peek couldn't hurt, and he's silent a moment as he mulls it over. )
I'd bring my brother, Sammy. God knows I wouldn't've made it this far without 'em. ( now he's stuck debating between a weapon and food. seriously, were both not essential? ) Shit, I'm thinking my colt and an endless supply of pie—if you're gonna take away my boat I've gotta have some unrealistic form of leeway.
Then again, being stuck on an island for who knows how long without any women, ( naturally. a tsk of his tongue, brows raising. ) Sounds like it's own form of hell, and I've been there. ( literally. don't ask. ) How do you feel about being stranded on an island, Miss Johnson? ( a crack of a grin, then. aka: she's not the worst third choice. )
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You know, I've been stranded plenty of places and yet I've never done the whole island thing. ( Like that's normal for people to consider, of course. ) I guess I could use some time to work on my tan. ( Resting her chin in her palm, Daisy seems to consider it a bit more. ) What kind of pie? That could be a deal breaker.
( It's playful and light and she's so relieved to find she can be, now. )
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She just likes good weather. Beaches. The things which feel endless. )
You know there's shops here, aye?
( She's just saying, surely you could have found something appropriate for the weather. For the good of
the population hereyourself. )