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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as hand is pulled to the centre of his chest she's softly closing fingers about the edge of his palm, glancing down to the sight. for a moment, she questions as to whether or not he truly wishes to get close to her, if he's capable of it given what he's been through, the debt he's still paying unto himself for what he's done. )
The way you think of yourself isn't always going to be how others see you. ( voice light, hidden just between the two of them. ) I can't say that the things you've done weren't wrong. I can see that they were, what it's done to you. ( she looks to him again, now, brows met in a tuft of concern. )
You're here, though. Trying to fix them. Trying to fix something, no? ( that doesn't mean nothing, in her book. )
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I don't mind, really, if I go home and end up in prison. People died, because of me, and I have to pay for it. But my family, the people I love - they don't deserve to be caught in the crossfire.
[ His thumb brush her knuckles. They're not really dancing anymore, now, just standing on the dancefloor, sand under their feet, a party going on behind them. Baby's only got eyes for Isabelle. ]
So, there you have it. I understand, if it's a dealbreaker.
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whether it's her place to or not, she believes him, when he says he wants to fix things. that maybe there were those that, even if had been what'd landed him a wanted man, he wouldn't take back, but pay the price for. there was some kind of nobility, letting nothing get in the way of who he cared for. all isabelle really has are his words, and what she feels from them.
and she's betting on that. so she'll let that hand at the nape of his neck drift back, let her thumb score beneath the fuller swell of his lower lip- more a means to soothe than taunt. )
You're not a bad man, Baby. And I can see you already are paying for it. ( she isn't here to add to that. )
It's a little more difficult to get rid of me, I'm afraid. ( however silly she may sound in saying so, given the magnitude of his words. she doesn't say it to lessen them, however, just to assure. )
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I don't want to be rid of you, [ He replies seriously, even if she was teasing. He is sincere about it, too - he would be perfectly fine to just spend the rest of his time in Cadelle in her arms, just like this; he can't imagine he would regret a moment of it. ]
I wasn't lying, I really do want to see where this leads. With you. But you deserved to know the truth about me.
[ This time, he does bring her hand up to his lips, and kisses the heel of her palm, ever so softly. ]
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Thank you for telling me. ( she means it, knows it wasn't something that was easy for him, because if it was he'd of gotten it out the first evening they'd truly spent time with one another. the fact that he'd hesitated was every bit a testament to his fear on how she may have looked at him, how anyone may look at him once they know. when izzy feels, though, she feels to a devastating degree, and maybe she feels she owes it to herself, to see what happens. to feel something good, for a change.
eyes follow the way he purses lips to her palm, a faint smile hinting across her lips, though that brief tinge of sadness still lingered in her gaze. he was like her, if anything. punishment in it's worse form could only come from oneself. )
Looks like we've got some time to figure it out. ( where we'll go. )
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[ He nods, smiling against her palm before he turns his cheek into her hand, and then releases it, only to pull her fully into a hug, resuming their light swaying. The music swells in his ears again, having switched from Percy Sledge to Kings Of Leon, which feels appropriate.
He lets her go after another moment, hand brushing some hair off of her forehead as he looks at her. ]
So, what would you say to another date?
[ He smiles, a little crooked. ]
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even if there are plenty more to come. )
You mean you plan on topping the mountains? ( a playful, dubious look when she's pulled back enough for them to obtain sight of one another once more, biting into the smile that breaks itself wider. )
I would say that's a definite yes.
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[ He imagines Isabelle, in a tight shirt, daisy dukes and knee-high socks, rollerblading at Good Times, and the mere thought makes the red climb to his cheeks. It wouldn't be as romantic as a sunset and an incredible view, but it would probably be a lot of fun for her to watch him look exactly like Bambi on ice. ]
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I think my equilibrium rune may give me a little bit of an unfair advantage. ( though for the most part, she's excelled at balance to begin with. for her, a date didn't necessarily need to be some means of sweeping her away somewhere remote- of course, there'd be times when she favored that above all else, but those suggestions light-hearted enough did just as much to win her over. )
Better question might be how are you on skates?
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One day, I'd like to know more about these runes of yours. [ Trace them with his fingers, with his lips; know every single one of them, even those hidden underneath her clothes. Especially those. ]
I'm terrible. You're going to have to hold my hand the whole time to keep me from falling.
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( but she would.
and she notices, the way he looks at her; a woman having been trained to be adept to detail, observing targets from both near and far. of course, he wasn't something to treat as a mission, but habit was habit, and he wasn't exactly discreet about it, either. she won't call him on it, though, however it does little to lessen the smile that aches to tug at each dimpled crevice of her mouth. )
So that's what this is about- an excuse to hold my hand for an evening.
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In answer, he has to offer something, too. ] I could show you my scars, in return.
[ Far from being as sexy or intriguing, but probably as numerous. ]
Looks like I'm not as subtle as I like to think I am, huh?
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the physical was never something she'd been uncomfortable with, incredibly attuned to her body, her sexuality, the desires that rested at the tip of her tongue; however they didn't control her. she knew how to hold off if it was in their better interest- sex had never been the focus of her pursuit on another, and even then such chases were slim. she'd even been willing to give up the thought of it, mutual pleasure, such a sacred part of a relationship, for raphael.
it doesn't mean that she isn't tempted. the plump bow of his lips, how his large hands fit against her and hold her to him; she was only one woman, of course she thought of how they might feel should they get a bit more possessive, needy. but she could wait, however long it took. a mere murmur, then: )
I think that's a fair trade.
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He can be patient. ]
Then, it's a date.