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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( it's hard to pretend that she's fine when she's so clearly not, but there's still a stubborn part of her that refuses to admit that there's anything actually wrong. it's just her. it's always been this way. people come and take and leave without a second thought. why wouldn't they? it's not as if kimberly has much to offer them that someone else can't do better.
the splits. a friendship. confidence. romance. there was always someone better, just waiting in the wings to take over. she was just the understudy. )
It's not a big deal.
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( Clary's fingers brush her arm, trying to press some reassurance into her even if she has no earthly idea what's wrong. As far as she knows, the party has been a success, people having a good time and enjoying themselves. This is the first time she's seen the other girl as anything but the bright and bubbly person she's used to. )
Tell me what happened.
( Because she's worried. )
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she's silent throughout, eyes squeezing shut as if it'll block out the warmth of clary's hand against her skin, but she doesn't move away. she's practically paralyzed, rooted to the sand, unable to do anything but shiver and sink into herself, until the silence feels too heavy with the weight of clary's worried gaze as she presses in against her.
that nasty voice in the back of kimberly's head whispers again — will she care, when she knows? when she knows how much of a fraud you are, when she realizes all she wanted in you she can get elsewhere? will you be friends then? will you be anything? it's enough to push through the floodgates, to let out that first repressed cry, tears spilling down her cheeks as she buries her face in her hands and gives in to the waves of sadness that follow.
the words that do come are choked out, garbled and occasionally unintelligible in between gasps for breath and snuffling sobs. ) Baby, ( as if that's an answer. it's just the start. )
Baby, and Izzy, and... ( a hiccuped cry, face pressed more firmly into her hands for a moment. ) And Jace, fucking Jace, and you, and I...
( it rolls off into anguish, the vowel extended into a frustrated cry muffled against her palms. it's no use. there's no explaining it. )
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( Clary's voice is soft, but there's an understanding there too. She wonders if she should have told Kimberly about it the other day, when Izzy confided in her over dinner. It hadn't been her place to though. Truthfully, she'd thought it was something her friends had already worked out. She definitely assumed ( and wrongly it would seem ) things hadn't been that serious with Baby. It doesn't matter though, not when Kimberly is crying into her hands, not when she should be smiling and happy. )
I'm sorry.
( A place like this can be difficult to navigate. She knows she shouldn't feel guilty, especially not about Jace, but it twinges in her gut regardless. She feels helpless, not quite sure what to say to soothe hurt. Her hand still rests on Kimberly's arm, but now it moves in small circles. )
What can I do? Do you -- do you want me to go?
( She's complicit. )
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does she want her to go? no, but it pains her to wonder if clary wants to. if that's easier. she shakes her head, no, but it takes another minute or so before kimberly can manage to speak again. )
I don't care about Jace. ( which sounds stupid, considering she practically screamed it a moment ago, but it's the truth. ) I just... it keeps happening, like I'm this — this stand-in for a better option.
( it had stung a bit, in all honesty, to have somebody go from being aggressively flirtatious and into her to basically radio silence overnight, but kimberly genuinely hadn't wanted to pursue anything beyond casually hooking up with jace, so there was no real bitterness felt for the slight. it was just a first in what seemed like a line of many similar situations, where she'd found some connection with someone only to have it be tossed aside or abandoned in favor of someone else. )
A better version, I guess. ( a pause, as she swallows again, tries to gather up the courage to say what she really needs to say. ) Ever since Izzy got here, it's like... everybody realized she's the one they actually wanted. Baby did, and you did, and I — I'm not mad, I get it, I just...
( she shrugs, gaze falling back down into her lap. )
I've never really had friends before. Not... not real friends. Like, there were girls on my squad, but we weren't — it wasn't friendship. Not really.
( that doesn't exactly answer the question, either. )
It just makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me.
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( Clary doesn't really know how to soothe her of these worries. It's strange to hear them from such a confident girl. She wants to try though, wants to do whatever she can to help. ) You're not a stand-in. You're not. ( She can't talk about Jace. They've been through too much. She's far too glad he's with her in the here and now to think it could have been any different. It's maybe a little unfair to Kimberly, but she has to focus on the other stuff. )
I know I've been hanging out with Izzy a lot. It's just I haven't seen her in a while, and things back home were really awful. But that doesn't mean you're any less important to me. We're friends, we're always going to be friends. I'm sorry that I haven't been around though. I should have been. I will be more..
( She'd known about Baby. Izzy had told her. All Clary can do is reassure her about the state of their relationship. )
I mean, I live with you. I wouldn't do that if I didn't think you were absolutely amazing. So there's nothing wrong with you, I promise you that.