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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You've shown remarkable restraint.
( She leans in, presses her lips to his cheek. Clary knows he's looked her way, has felt his gaze on her more often than not today. In fairness, she's found herself tracking his progress across the sand too, so helplessly in love with him it had been like gravity. She's about to say something about his prize, but he continues in his musings and Clary lifts her hand, tucks his hair back, knuckles stroking along his temple. )
No. Nothing's felt like this before. ( It's cheesy, maybe, the kind of statement that belongs in romance novels. But it's sincere too, honest. ) You know it's okay, right? You're allowed to be happy. You're allowed to be unhappy, too. If you're not. ( Her words feel clumsy, but she perseveres. ) And I was, back then. But I wouldn't change any of it. I could have, when they asked me what I wanted before coming here. I could have made them change everything for me. But I didn't want to. Because I'm happy now too. ( She hasn't had the life he has, but it's in her blood. That singing rush of adrenaline in a fight, the beauty and the pain that gets hidden in the shadows. She needs it. ) Things don't have to be so divided. You can totally have a day to relax while also being a badass demon hunter.
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Clary proving once more why she's his anchor; providing a means of centering, never attainable without her. ) Now I feel like I'm starting to get it. ( The not needing to be anything; Lightwood, Morgenstern, Herondale, Wayland. Enjoying normalcy makes him no less a shadowhunter. ) Do you wanna know something though? ( Intensity still readily available in his gaze; though there's something languid about it, too. Traveling over her. A thousand different moments might lie ahead of them; equally as good, but he wants to remember this, how she looks in flickering glow of a bonfire, and the way she when they're this close )
You are...incredibly attractive when you're right. ( Giving another the satisfaction of being 'correct' in any given situation doesn't take place with any kind of frequency when Jace is involved. A gentle touch; reaching to graze the line of her jaw, thumb curling, tracing Clary's lower lip ) Just don't let it get to your head, my ego doesn't need any competition.
( Restraint may be a recurring theme; gone now, as he leans forward, claiming her mouth. The amount of people nearby should serve as a deterrent; it never had a chance, put up against his desire, an urge that grew with every lingering glance. Maybe points should be granted for it only being a kiss; teeth pulling at her lip as he draws back, a temporary reprieve. ) I remember seeing you smile like this before. Our motorcycle ride...after you got over being pissed at me for letting that you get encanto'd.
ashdjfdks i'm so sorry for how long this has taken.
That's funny, because I'm always right.
( There's magic in her gaze, something comfortable and hard won, Jace's affections having sunk far enough into her bones that she's sure of them before anything else.
He kisses her and every thought washes away like the shoreline. The noise Clary makes is soft and sweet, something eager and pleased. She's even gone a little cross-eyed from looking at him and there's colour across her cheeks. )
Oh! Because it was fun. I liked how it felt. ( She rolls onto her stomach so she can play with his fingers, sand clinging to her skin. ) It was exciting, and you were happy, and it didn't feel like anything could touch us. ( Tipping her head. ) And I liked that it felt dangerous too. Is that weird? Now that I know what danger actually feels like. I don't know, it's probably super weird.
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Thumb brushing against hers, his smile was different in nature, more playful...understanding ) That feeling? It's what makes us good shadowhunters. Running towards danger when everyone is heading in the opposite direction.
( Sure, they were always lectured on being careful, the fine line between improvisation and recklessness. How well had that stuck with Jace? Up for debate ) Before we came here, two things really made me feel alive. The first? Being on a mission, especially when I knew it wasn't just some throwaway. ( Talking to her came naturally; the openness, still relatively new, but a thing he's willing to explore ) The other was when we're alone.
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( Neither of them are the kind to relish the pain they've been through, but they're made of the same fire. She knows he'll understand what she means.
Clary leans until their shoulders are touching, smiles softly to herself as she watches the ocean lap gently against the shoreline. She loves him so much. It feels like it's uncontainable. )
You were the first person who made me feel like that. ( It's not really a betrayal, she loves Simon but dating him was a mistake. There had been too much going wrong in her life. Jace was different. Jace was a part of her soul in a way that everyone else couldn't be. ) Like I could do anything, be anything. You believed in me, even when I didn't. ( A pause, as she turns to look at him. ) I'm really glad we're here. I'm really glad we have this.
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( Bravado had been his defining trait in that encounter; confidently asking about a 'thank you', but Jace's coping mechanisms were set in stone long before then. ) Believing in you after that was the easy part.
( The action is second nature; hand sliding into the thick locks of her hair, brushing them aside, thumb tracing a familiar path on Clary's cheek. ) So am I. ( Should the words feel like a betrayal? His mind travels back; the city of bones, Aldertree's interrogation, putting anything above the clave's interest was to be considered treason. Jace had been a little soldier boy for too long )
Even if the wish stone wasn't...if it didn't exist, that wouldn't matter. Being here with you is worth it.
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She watches him so carefully. The entire world could disappear around them and she wouldn't notice, too wrapped up in his odd coloured eyes. )
We'll figure it out back home too, Jace. I promise you that. Being here, it's giving us the time we need. But I won't want to give it up in either world. You know that, right? Now we know the truth, now we're both on the same page, we'll work through it. I don't care what anyone else says. And if someone has a problem with it then they can fight me. We'll win, and then when we do we're going to be happy.
( She has to believe that. )