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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she doesn't seem daft enough to believe what he sells, but regardless, he's thankful she doesn't pry too deep. he emits a chuckle at the question he's presented, lips gleaming with whiskey giving a thoughtful purse, a tick of his head to the side as he swirls what bit of the amber liquid remains in his glass. )
No boat, huh? Sounds like a sadistic game. ( he can take this the playful, shallow route as he did most things (kind of went along with the not letting anyone in thing), or be a little more genuine. she hasn't posed herself as too much of a threat just yet, so he figures a little peek couldn't hurt, and he's silent a moment as he mulls it over. )
I'd bring my brother, Sammy. God knows I wouldn't've made it this far without 'em. ( now he's stuck debating between a weapon and food. seriously, were both not essential? ) Shit, I'm thinking my colt and an endless supply of pie—if you're gonna take away my boat I've gotta have some unrealistic form of leeway.
Then again, being stuck on an island for who knows how long without any women, ( naturally. a tsk of his tongue, brows raising. ) Sounds like it's own form of hell, and I've been there. ( literally. don't ask. ) How do you feel about being stranded on an island, Miss Johnson? ( a crack of a grin, then. aka: she's not the worst third choice. )
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You know, I've been stranded plenty of places and yet I've never done the whole island thing. ( Like that's normal for people to consider, of course. ) I guess I could use some time to work on my tan. ( Resting her chin in her palm, Daisy seems to consider it a bit more. ) What kind of pie? That could be a deal breaker.
( It's playful and light and she's so relieved to find she can be, now. )