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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City gave me th' wrong set of keys when I first got here. Then I were trapped in me flat after th' earthquake happened.
( The real story's that she tried to go back in and got locked in, but let's leave that out. )
Moved out before owt else happened.
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[As he had arrived and started clearing out the city center, himself. Sadly, it seems it wasn't the case.
He quirks an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink.]
You can move out of the flats, then? I didn't know that.
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( Read: she picked her way to a window and broke it to jump out. It was only the second floor.
But after a quick si- drink. It's a drink. A sip implies some sort of pacing - she adds. )
Aye. Place'll get crowded if no one does.
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[He tilts his head, looking out at all the people, before glancing back at her, smiling with a bit of coyness.]
Or would the people who control things here just let less people in? It seems they can control a lot here. Who can come, how many--what type.
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Thought they'd prob'ly look for more energy sources.
( Why stop at a small handful if they're trying to get energy to power the city or whatever it is, after all. )
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Contingency plans are something that should always exist. They do for me, at least.
[But he's a man who's had to have them since he was a child. Perhaps he is in the minority.]
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Always?
( And speaking of the pull- )
And what if you died?
( Or someone you cared about did? )
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[Cassian gives her an even look, taking a sip of his drink, a wry, bitter smile on his lips.]
It's not an if. I am; dead.
I'm not here for me. Way I see it, if I get to rest after I gain my wish, then I'm good.
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Shit.
( Her tone manages to convey something of an unsaid apology in it, if you squint. Can a person squint with their ears? She takes a long drink after, inhales deep, and - )
What were your wish?
( - continues to be a sledgehammer, I guess. )
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Does everyone ask that, here? I suppose they do.
[It would make sense. Still,]
Just because you ask, doesn't mean you always get an answer. Some things are private.
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Fair enough.
( She'll just have to ask something different. )
'Sides drinking, what do you like doin'?
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[He's not trying to be difficult, but he's never been the best person to converse with.]
You? What is it you enjoy doing? [Perhaps she has some suggestions.]
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Er- ( Come on, Katherine. The answer's obvious. ) Run a lot, I guess. Anythin' active. ( S h r u g. )