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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[ The word is out before she can even stop it, and it's not a nickname that's going to stick. Promise. But she's smiling as she stops sipping at a cocktail and reaches out to shake his hand, or touch him, or something before realising it's awkward and just ends up giving a slight wave.
She couldn't remember her college experience being quite like this one, but then it did end up being built on top of a secret military facility. Not to mention the fact that she probably spent way too little time there in the last year. If she gets to make it up and act like it's all frat parties twenty-four-seven she's okay with that. ]
Hey, Robbie. You remembered, but nope, not brunch. And no complaints here either. It's nice to actually meet you.
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I did. Hope you know that I'm still planning on brunch. I want to see just how much you manage to put away. [because from where he's standing, it doesn't look a whole lot like she eats much. then again, looks tend to be very deceiving.]
It's nice to meet you too, Buffy.
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No arguments from me, I will geniunely never turn down food. [ She looked down at herself, toes wriggling in her strappy shoes before she gave him a slightly sheepish look. Because she got it, how did she prove it without him having to witness it? ]
Just let me know when you're ready and I'll try not to embarrass you in front of anyone you know.
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It sounds a whole awful lot like you want to turn this into an eating contest. I'm not that big an eater. [not that he'd be opposed to trying...] But maybe Cadelle has a place that does one of those challenges where you have to eat like a huge pile of something in less than thirty minutes for a free meal.
Or we could just have mimosas and eggs benedict.
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Oh god, no. This is just me being... me. Although I might actually have to check with Faith about the eating contest. [ Because now the idea was planted, and well, two slayers could probably make it a competition. ] I'll make a note of it, something to explore in my own time.
Mimosas and eggs benedict is a much better idea for brunch. It's certainly not the kind of meal I was ever used to before. Always wanted an excuse though.
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If it does end up being a thing, let me know. I'll come cheer you on.
[a smile and then he's moving on to the more important reason why he's glad that he's bumped into her: their brunch date. is it a date? he's not sure exactly but that's not the point.
robbie's not exactly a traditional brunch person either, but he figures inviting someone to go grab food truck fare isn't exactly special or even well thought out. not when he's just getting to know buffy at any rate. they can go raid the weekly food truck meetup next time.]
Not really mine either, but it was either that or ask you if you wanted to go grab a breakfast burrito from a questionable food truck. [he shrugs his shoulders, palms lifting up in an accurate representation of the shrug emoji.] You can take the boy out of LA but you can't take the LA out of the boy, I guess.
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I hope you'll have pom-poms and everything.
[ She would have been okay with the word "date" if only because she'd been wondering the same thing herself. Was it? Did she hope? She liked Robbie, and they seemed to never be short of conversation at least. Something she definitely appreciated.
Her eyebrows went up a little before she ducked her head and her tongue rest in the corner of her mouth as she smiled for just a second. ]
Hey, LA girl here too, you know. I don't really want to take the city out of you, that's for sure. And there's really nothing wrong with a food truck. [ She was slightly torn now between a food truck and the idea of a fancy brunch. Or at least what she considered fancy. ] I'm a bar tender now, and I've at least worked out mimosas so I could just mix some and bring them to the food truck. It'd be like a picnic.
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her beloved ice-skating movies don't stand a chance.]
I'm pretty sure I might even be able to find a skirt. [he's joking. or is he? truth be honest, he does know a former cheerleader, but they're not exactly the same size...
which is an entirely unnecessary conversation to have with buffy at this point in time. so rather than think about anyone else, he focuses on what he's mentally dubbing her thinky face.
it's cute, that much is for certain.] You know, that's probably the best idea I've heard yet.
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The grin that appeared could not entirely distract from the way her head tilted as her gaze dropped and she might have actually been picturing him in a skirt. But she couldn't quite bring herself to whistle just yet. She had to see the legs. ]
Total compromise of all the best elements. So it's a date? [ The question was out before she could stop it, just a natural thing to say. Wasn't it? The thinky face was replaced by a flash of panic. ] Or not. Just two people hanging out and drinking in front of a truck. Not weird.
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it's better figuring out people's thoughts by trial and error.
and thankfully, buffy clues him a little bit into where her mind is by what is likely a slip of the tongue followed up by rapid backpedaling to cover up for said hurried statement. robbie can't help but find it charming that she's so fluster.
maybe a reassuring smile will help with that mild panic that she's feeling. or maybe he'll just have to nod and agree to a date with a pretty girl.
as if it's a terrible way to spend a morning. spoiler alert: it's not.]
You know, I haven't actually been on a date yet. No one's asked.
Until now. [he takes a big sip of his punch and peers at her over the lip of the cup.] Yeah. It's a date.
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Put her in front of a cute guy she likes and she's a mess.
The smile did help. A lot. As did his agreeing. Her shoulders dropped a little in relief, and even her own smile was back before she just felt both eyebrows go up. ]
You're kidding. [ Not about agreeing, because really, she's doing a happy dance on the inside. And will do a real one later when she's alone. Or maybe further along the beach when it's darker and she's had more alcohol. ] How has no one asked you?
But yay! Date! I'm sorry, I am just going to dork out for a moment.
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though it's certainly not for lack of interest.
still, this seems like a good way to break that goose egg he has going on in the dating department and will probably be doing his own victory dance where absolutely no one can see at a much later time.]
Back home I was kind of preoccupied with other things and here? It just hasn't happened.
Take your time. Dork out. I know it doesn't look like it but I'm excited too, I swear.
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It's nice. Really nice. And everyone else's loss is totally my gain.
[ And he was the first guy since Angel - which is where the whole complicated thing came in that she still owed him a story for, but now was definitely not the time. Now she was more than content to stay in this happy bubble of excitement and anticipation. ]
I guess it's the magic of this place. People that wouldn't normally cross paths get to cross paths. I mean, even if we weren't from different places, by the time I maybe crossed paths with you, I'd have been a lot older.
[ She took a sip of punch but still couldn't quite hide the wicked slant her smile had taken as she looked at him. ] But hey, maybe older does it for you.
And you, Robbie, are way too chill a guy, it's true. But it's nice to know you're excited.
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At least part of that's me just being selfish and not wanting you to have to cut and run mid-brunch date.
[not that he wouldn't be willing to tag along side her. though she hasn't seen him in action yet, he's more than capable of holding his own. robbie's cautiously optimistic about not having to leave the comfort of this shiny happy place. with a little faith, they'll both be able to be mundane people with a few extra skills here.]
I like to think I'm open-minded about age. Nothing but a number, right?
[the statement is accompanied by a wink and laugh as robbie finishes the contents of his drink and looks around carefully.] Just don't tell anyone. I don't want to ruin the cool guy image.
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[ Buffy held up a hand. ] Hey, I'm right there with you. Totally on board with being selfish about wanting to make it through brunch. I mean, making it the whole way through a date generally means higher chances of a kiss at the end, right?
[ Okay, so maybe the punch was getting to her a little bit after a couple cocktails because bringing up kissing now was probably premature. But damn it, she was genuinely about to be allowed to date in peace for the first time in her life. Let her have it.
She also had absolutely no doubt that Robbie would be able to handle himself, even without knowing the whole story. If he was taking on the scum of the Earth at night, he could handle vampires. Of course there wouldn't be guns, but stakes weren't that hard to grasp. ]
It's really not. [ Buffy grinned before making a motion like she was zipping her lips. ] Secret's safe with me. Even if I do kinda want to skip through town and let everyone know I have a date. Instead I'm just taking a leaf from your chill book.
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[his face is dead serious before he doubles over in laughter. but then she's talking of dates and kissing and really, robbie's never been one to do things as others expect.]
You know there's no reason why kissing has to wait until the end of the date. Take dessert. I've always liked having it first.
[it's certainly no bother to him that she's pushed fast forward on the remote. to be perfectly honest, he's also found himself a little affected by the punch. what the hell did they put in the stuff anyway?
if they ever did need to take out a few vampires, he comes prepared with two flaming hands and a chain that glows red with only a little effort on his end. to say that he can hold his own is an understatement. no guns or stakes required. but for the sake of brunch, he hopes it doesn't come to that. also, what kind of vampire can walk out in the sun?]
If you really want to tell everyone, I can't exactly stop you, but thanks for keeping your excitement contained.
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When he started to laugh, she laughed - although burial at sea did kind of sound about right for this place. Some kind of Viking ritual. ]
So what you're saying is we should actually have some kind of dessert before the mimosas and the burrito. I'm sure this place has good gelato. [ There's a beat, let her catch up to the kissing comment. ] Oh! No. I mean, I don't think the kissing should wait. Maybe it doesn't really need to wait for the date.
[ She'd make a comment on the unintentional rhyme if she wasn't trying to ignore the way her cheeks were warming up and she was both wishing the butterflies would stop, and leaning in a little closer. Whatever the hell was in this punch she needed the recipe. Or maybe not. Probably best left in the hands of professionals.
She had known a vampire to walk in the sun briefly but it had been thanks to some funky old jewellery. She wasn't sure she needed to have that happen here. As much as she cared about Angel and wanted him happy - was it wrong to not want that particular complication in her life here? No, best to keep the vampires at bay. ]
Hey, I'm all for keeping it low key. Well, sort of. When it counts. And when the guy isn't running for the hills.
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[he offers up without a second thought. is he still talking about dessert here? survey says no if the way he's casually leaning closer, eyes lingering on her parted lips, is an accurate indicator. and if buffy has any lingering doubts about that, hopefully robbie's next words set the record straight.]
I don't think it needs to wait until then either. [he pauses the swallow an unexpected lump in his throat before continuing.]
Maybe this won't help with keeping it low key but I wouldn't mind kissing you right now.
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Her heart beat like she was back in high school and about to experience her first kiss, and if it wasn't for the fact that her hand had found its way to his side and the feel of his clothing made her brain short circuit just a little bit - she might have giggled out of nervousness and ruined the moment completely.
Instead she gave a slow shake of her head and practically closed the distance completely between them, but not before she finally found a few words. Albeit they were slightly huskier than usual. ]
Probably not gonna help with the low key, but I really think you just follow your instinct. It's a good instinct.
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he tilts his head down, until that last bit of distance evaporates and he presses his lips to hers, smiling into the hint of sugar and fruit which could be from either of them.]