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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He's hurt her, and it's obvious, and he's pretty sure whatever he could say now would not make it any better. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't - [ Fucking words. ] I hope we can still be friends. I'm just - shit. I'm sorry, Kimberly.
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( i hope we can still be friends. she has to bite back the urge to laugh, bitter and unbelieving. there's no part of her mind that genuinely believes baby will still be her friend if things go well with izzy.
she's never had much luck with friends, really, and this place wasn't doing much to prove her experiences incorrect. she'd been friends with amanda clark her entire life, brought together by a small town and parents who ran in the same social circle, but they'd never really been friends. no, she'd just been one of amanda's followers, long hair and multi-syllabic names and the short pleats of their skirts linking a gang of girls together under a pledge of mean girl politics. they'd proven just how little their friendship had meant as soon as the tides had turned against kimberly, until one mistake had made her a social pariah in their circles.
and the rangers — god, but kimberly still didn't know how she landed among them. she'd lay down her life for any of them, without any hesitation, but were they friends? would any of them have given her the time of day without the coins linking them together?
and clary — they'd gotten so close so fast, here in this strange place, two people with just enough in common to find comfort in each other. and then clary had found izzy, a friend from home who got her in a way kimberly never would, who understood the seemingly magnetic pull jace had on her in a way kimberly never could. now that izzy was here, would clary still need her? or had kimberly just been a knock-off stand-in for izzy, someone so much more capable and confident and beautiful than she could ever be?
and now baby, to top everything off, following clary's footsteps in preferring one dark-haired girl over the other. she shouldn't be surprised, and really, she wasn't. disappointed, sad, a little hurt — sure, but not surprised. )
I get it.
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What do you mean, you get it?
[ There's a part of him that knows, rationally, he hasn't done her wrong. Hasn't led her on. He's been honest, as soon as he knew that he wouldn't be able to give Kimberly the kind of attention she deserves. But that doesn't mean he's not hurting her. ]
I'm not going to push, Kimberly. But I've said it before and I meant it - you need me, I'm there.
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( it's not fine. there's a part of her, small and muted underneath all the cool girl repression, that wants to cry and beg and plead. but she won't, because she'd already begun to expect this turn of events the moment he'd turned down her last minute invitation.
it's fine was just teenage girl shorthand for i don't want to talk about it. )
I'm happy for you. ( it's not inherently untrue, but there's no joy in the statement. she does, however, offer him a small token of sincerity. he deserves that much, at least. ) A little jealous, maybe, but I'll get over it. I always do.
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So he nods. ]
I'd offer a hug, but I don't know if you'd like that. I - I want you to be happy, you know? I really do. You deserve it. [ Again, saying I'm sorry I won't be the one feels like going a step too far, even if he'd mean it. ]
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( she'd rather not, if she's entirely honest. right now, all she wants to do is find a place for herself, to sort through her emotions until she's ready to face other people again. to figure out what this pattern means and what she wants to do about it. )
I'm gonna... I'm gonna go find Clary, I think, see if she needs help with anything before we have to clean up for the night. ( a white lie, maybe, but a harmless one. )
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[ He nods again, and lets her go. He knows there's nothing here he could say that would make it in any way better. ]