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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I'm afraid not?
[ If he'd like to tell her, she's all ears... Or if he wants to just... skip over that part, she'd understand that too. ]
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It's basically a wolf man. A man who can be human as much as he's wolf.
[ He pauses and looks back at her in silence for a moment before he sighs softly, blinking slowly and letting his eyes light up the icy blue indicative of a man who's killed an innocent. He can't ever change the way the tragedy in his youth has marked him.
Derek parts his lips to reveal a set of jagged fangs, but he doesn't give a menacing expression or a growl to go with either of those things like he normally would. ]
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Nor was the demonstration something she expected. It shocked her only for a moment- his eyes weren't off putting, necessarily- it was the presence of the fangs that catches her off guard...
The Good Witch exhales the breath she didn't realize she was holding- for all that he may look different, it's still the same man standing in front of her that has been charming and kind to her since they first met. ]
Is this not common where you're from?
[ She thinks that must be the case, with how hesitant he was to confess this to her. ]
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It's a lot more common than people think, but people are afraid of things they don't understand. My kind are hunted. They perceive all of us to be a threat just because a very small minority of us legitimately are. It'd be like if aliens came to earth to kill all the humans they could find because of a handful of serial killers.
[ The glow slips out of his eyes and they're back the the human green. ]
So, we tend not to tell people we don't feel confident we can trust not to turn around and exterminate us for it.
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That's not right.
[ Really, what else could she say? ]
I'm so sorry you have to experience that... [ A pause. ] And I am thankful you chose to share it with me.
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It is what it is... It's been that way my whole life.
[ He gives her a small smile. ]
Thanks for not being afraid of me once I did.
[ His eyes shift involuntarily to her lips before he jerks their attention back to her eyes. He might have started moving slower as they sway together, without realizing it. ]
I'm glad I met you.
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The Good Witch's heart skips a beat, she's sure, as he looks to her lips then back to her eyes- she was matching that small smile without realizing it... And it only grows when he admits to being glad they've met.]
I'm glad to have met you as well, Derek. [ Is time moving slower? No? Just them? Her thumb brushes over his cheek- when she was younger she may have imagined this as absolute perfection... And her younger self wouldn't be totally wrong. But in her age (as though she has so many years of experience now), she's a little more cautious. So she moves her hand to join the other behind his neck and rests her cheek against his chest.
Ok. That was probably less caution and more of the fact that she's starting to feel tired from the drinks she's had and the sun she's enjoyed. And it's a great excuse to keep herself close to him. ]
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Their movements slow still more when Derek feels Glinda move to rest her face against his chest. The way he holds her shifts closer to hug territory than dancing territory, because she's so close. A long pause falls between the two of them as they sway quietly before Derek speaks again. ]
You want to stay out here a little longer? I could walk you home...