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EVENT: LIFE'S A BEACH

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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( Beach parties aren't necessarily Clary's thing, she'd definitely like to cite a lack of availability for that - she's not just secretly a prude, thank you very much, Kimberly. But Baby is definitely someone she considers a friend, and with the people she cared for heading down to party, she couldn't exactly say no. Besides, there's a first time for everything. Miraculously, she's even been convinced into a costume, paired with shorts, a floppy hat, and huge sunglasses. She has delicate redhead skin, she has to be sensible about this things.

( And if you're willing to risk Jace and the Herondale Wrath, you can always offer to help her apply that sunscreen. )

At first she mostly directs people to the snack table, absentmindedly chewing on a twizzler as she enthuses over the collection of foodstuffs. At least it's not all candy, but the host and housemate had to convince her into bringing legitimate items. If you find her at the bar, it's likely she's somehow managed to stick a series of tiny cocktail umbrellas of various colours into her hair. She's not drunk, she's just easily amused. Or she's trying to kick everyone ( and their dog's ) ass at volleyball.

When the evening starts to set in, Clary ditches her hat and glasses in favour of the glowsticks she's snuck into her bag. If you're dancing anywhere close by, she's definitely going to end up offering one to you. And if she knows you at least in passing, she's going to drag you into the area with her regardless. She's never been much for dancing ( a lack of coordination didn't help, so thank you runes ) but she's in the party spirit. Much later, when the moon is heavy in the sky, she's spread a blanket out before the bonfire and is watching the flames, a happy and relaxed look on her face, so come chat to her. )

[ Jen doesn't know anybody in the city yet, but she heard there was a beach party, and well. She's never been to a beach party. She's been to the New Jersey shore once as a kid, before her dad left. But this is different. She's grown up now, and by herself. So alone though she may be, there's no way she's missing this party.

She dresses in a simple red one piece with jeans over it, hair pulled back into a messy blonde ponytail. She brings a towel from her apartment to lay onto the sand and sit on, from which point she watches the festivities, strawberry daiquiri in hand. When she'd first ordered it she'd expected them to give her a virgin daiquiri instead or at least card her, but apparently the drinking age here is lower than it is back home. Doesn't matter anyway, Jen can hold her alcohol just fine.

Periodically, she'll leave her towel oasis for a dip in the water or a game of volleyball. And as the night goes on, she'll take to wearing the towel wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the chilly air. Come talk to her, offer to refill her drink, or ask her to dance! ]

( This is definitely something Daisy has been looking forward to. SHIELD she loves with all her heart and soul, but it didn't exactly lend itself to vacationing in the Bahamas or enjoying life with attractive cabana boys. A party - and one specifically like this - is long overdue. She has no qualms about her choice of attire either, adding a sarong means she won't scandalise any poor passersby while letting her enjoy the full beach babe experience. It's once in a lifetime and she's going for it.

Daisy spends a little of her time at the bar, sampling the cocktails and flirting up a storm with anyone lingering over the alcohol. It helps her ease into the whole atmosphere more, jokes teasing and light.If anyone looks unsure about the drinks on hand, she'll be the one to lean other and whisper 'avoid pier pressure' like the terrible pun loving monster she is. The dancing she throws herself straight into, undiscerning about her choice of partner. If you've got the moves, you can join her for sure.

Later, when the drinking games begin, she finds a space on the sand to sit cross legged, grin gleeful and wicked. She's definitely happy as a clam. Please, someone stop her. )

( alright, beach parties were not his thing. hell, he can't remember a time where he's even witnessed one, let alone dared set foot on sandy grounds that are seemingly consumed with pop-y music and some kind of makeshift dance floor that he definitely doesn't want to end up on. already he's viscously questioning why he's here, and don't even get him started on the list of chides he'd likely hear from sammy and god forbid, crowley, should any of this be witnessed. he's about ready to find the nearest security he can threaten with a low tone that there'd better not be cameras, but grips himself together instead the moment he sees that bar up ahead. oh, saving grace. sweet, saving grace.

he is way too sober for this.

so, undoubtedly you'll find this sulk-ridden man at the bar, ordering himself a double whiskey just to start things off, because he's pretty sure he's going to need it. if you're the type where it's as much a halo of relief as him, he probably wouldn't mind your company, just don't mind him attempting to avoid eye contact with anything potentially pride-draining behind his sunglasses. and yeah, you guessed it, this man is not wearing anything different than the usual flannel and t-shirt beneath, rolled up near his elbows. give him a good reason to strip and he'll do it.

~~body shots, ladies?~~

once the sun finds it's descent and things begin to mellow out, he may make an appearance by the bonfire, preferably propped on some weathered log that's been either placed or washed ashore, he's not sure, but he'll take it, beer in hand and boots likely filled with sand. it's not like he packed for a vacation in tahiti. )

I think I'm having a sympathetic hot flush.

( Daisy grins as she slides into the seat beside Dean, motioning for the bartender to bring them both another drink before she takes a long, lingering look down his body. He's stupidly hot, but also stupidly hot. )

You know I love your whole grizzled modern cowboy aesthetic as much as the next girl, but you're too pretty to die of heatstroke, Winchester. Even I ditched the leather today. ( And apparently, most of the rest of her clothes. But her teasing is gentle, her smile friendly. When their drinks are delivered she immediately starts toying with the umbrella. ) So tell me the truth. Do you burst into flames upon contact with the sun? Do you have an allergy? Are you stitched into those jeans?

( he recognizes that tone, and his tongue's already readying some wise ass response til he's glancing over toward the familiar brunette, and from there immediately casting an appreciative and awe-ridden study of the suit she'd chosen for the day. alright, maybe this thing wasn't entirely pointless after all. thank you, daisy johnson, for giving this man a reason to stay sane.

still, he can afford a chuckle, single brow cocked upward as another whiskey is set before his person, this time with a bit of ice to cut it. he'd complain, but can he really given the company that's slid up next to him? ) Yeah, see, thing is, I got that same suit back home. Must've forgotten to pack it.

( eyes up, winchester. not that she isn't scoring him over the same. )

Definitely not stitched into them, sweetheart. Just need a bit more reason than a teen-bop party to get out of 'em; why, you got something in mind?

( Usually being eyed up like this would annoy the hell out of her. Mostly because it often happens mid-mission when she's trying to save lives and not score points with her body. But this is different, a beach party's bound to have some lingering glances and she chose the suit because it made her feel sexy. It's something she's trying to get back. So instead of punching him in the face, she just grins, raising a single eyebrow. )

Damn, and you would have had the legs for it too. I'm disappointed.

( He's terrible, but she's here for it. )

Tell you what, find me when the kids go to bed and I'll show you exactly how I pull off this costume.

( Double Entendre time. )

[It may be hot, but Kieren can't feel it, of course. He is hoping that the change is going to start happening again, soon, but until then...he's just his normal undead self.

He did find something a bit more light to wear than his normal jumper and hoodie outfit, at least.

He couldn't partake in the food or the drinking..or the sports, really (lack of coordination since his death), but he was more than happy to sit on the beach on a blanket with his sketchbook and pastels scattered about him, drawing the scenes and people he sees around him.

If he sees someone he recognizes he'll wave them over, but otherwise, he's fine not being the center of attention; anyone is welcome to join him of course, or peak over his shoulder--or notice that he's drawing him. Forever a people watching, anyone who i wearing something interesting, or looks interesting, is going to get a sketch done of them.

He might even give it to them, if he thinks he did well enough on it.]

Hate to disappoint a beautiful woman.

( a click of his tongue, and begrudgingly he's turning eyes back toward the bar. whether it may appear as so or not, he does know how to grant an iota of respect, but she couldn't have expected him not to take a look. given the fact that he hadn't even owned a pair of shorts back home to bring along with him, there wasn't much more he could've done, as shopping for a party he didn't even plan on attending til last minute wasn't at the top of his to do list.

it's a low whistle that falls from him next, and while it isn't shown, he can't deny the slight fluster he's granted with that suggestive tone of hers. she was... something else, sure as hell knew how to keep a man on his toes. didn't find that nearly often enough. he's finishing off his previous whiskey, pushing the glass aside in favor of the new one, and you better believe that smirk is still ridden across his lips. )

Give a man something like that to look forward to and I can't promise he'll make it that long.

( You would think the bright pink, waist length hair (currently tied back into twin braids) would be quite enough colour, that Kate might just decide to wear something neutral- but no. She makes her way near-immediately to the volleyball court, tossing a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt to the side and picking up a ball. Come play with her, if you want. It's going to be sad spending her time tossing the thing up and down, catching it and kicking it into the air again.

Between rounds of volleyball, you'll probably see her at the Bar, sat on a stool with a beer in hand and occasionally attempting to chat to people nearby. Even after months in Eudio and some time here, she still feels a bit awkward about the whole thing, but the booze helps, slowly.

At the end of the night, her clothes are back on, but Kate is freezing, even with the alcohol running warm through her veins. She might be seen standing just a touch too close to the bonfire or wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm. )

( If there is one thing to be grateful in life for, it's that Kate's never really lived that far from the beach. Even if that beach is Blackpool. That, and the fact that - for all he's a pain in her neck - Carl can teleport and sometimes, The Agency lets them have a day off which is used on beaches and too much alcohol.

That said, it's been all too long since they even had that, and this party is nothing like their stupid "get drunk and have a shitty disposable barbecue" days off. It's bigger and better, but she still feels a little-

She misses the idiots, okay? Even Carl. Even Faith. Christ, she'd actually enjoy Faith's unrestrained zeal for life and constant positive twists on everything. Which is partly why she's drinking quicker than she needs to, letting herself get swept up in the booze and the atmosphere, rather than the homesickness. )

This count as getting a drink together?

( Yo. )

( should you find yourself in need of libations on the beach, feel free to sidle up to the bar. you'll be greeted either by a very grumpy man in a sarong — please don't ask her, she's not sure why he's wearing it either — or the somewhat friendlier face of kara danvers. parties like these aren't exactly her usual friday afternoon activity, but she hasn't been given much of a choice in her attendance, so at the beach she stays.

if you were hoping to find her exposed to the elements, you might be sorely disappointed; her white shorts are certainly short enough, long legs on display in the rare moments where she leaves the comfort of the bar to venture out onto the sand, but a patterned linen cover-up and modest one-piece do not a scandalous outfit make.

though kara definitely makes herself at home behind the bar, doling out beers and cups of punch ("i'm not calling it 'frat douche' punch, mick.") to those that ask for it, she does occasionally take the strong hints to actually get out and enjoy herself every so often. the snack bar is an obvious choice, but she spends the majority of her free time simply laying on the beach, listening to the sounds of the waves and trying not to get in anyone's way.

feel free to come say hello, or try your luck at dragging her into something decidedly more social. )

( by the time kimberly's bright pink scooter pulls up to the parking lot, she's beyond ready to dive into the literal and metaphorical waters of this shindig. she'd spent the better part of the morning helping set everything up, ensuring the snack bar was filled with things beyond just sugar and more sugar, and gone home to freshen up. now, party started and well in the swing of things, she's ready to actually enjoy the fruits of her labor.

making a beeline for the bar seems like an excellent first step to said enjoyment; the punch is a little stronger (okay, a lot stronger) than she'd expected, but kimberly tips back her cups all the same with the kind of reckless abandonment a cliff diver would be proud of, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grins at no one in particular. come share in her delight, or perhaps suggest something a little more appropriate — she does like pina coladas and walking in the rain. not that weather is much of a concern today.

while she's not exactly dressed for any sort of strenuous activity — tiny denim shorts cover little more than the pink bikini worn underneath — that doesn't stop her from flitting around the party itself, friendly and flirtatious with anyone who crosses her path. she'll happily occupy a spot on the dance floor, chatting up a storm with anyone who can keep up with her, or dive into the waves headfirst to race out to sea or just to enjoy the surf.

however, once the sun goes down, kimberly's well worn out, and ready to curl up next to the bonfire (preferably next to someone a little warmer than her). she'll happily join in to conversation, but she'll quietly abstain from any games of truth, thank you very much. those haven't exactly worked out so well for her in the past. )

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Bar

[After what happened on Scarif, it shouldn't be a surprise that beaches make him a bit uneasy. However, he needs to be here for socialization sake, and Cassian was never one to let fears or past memories to keep him from a place.

Dressed in a simple white linen shirt and a pair of tan slacks, it isn't the most 'beachy' wear, but it is also something more fitting for this weather, and the people here.

Tossing a few dollars on the bar, he grabs two beers, and heads towards someone also standing alone, nodding his head as he holds out one of the drinks.]

You look like you could use one of these.

[A tiny hint of a smile. He could be friendly. See?]

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Bonfire

[Later on in the evening, once sun has started to set, Cassian will find himself sitting next to the bonfire, drinking something a bit harder than the beers he had started on.

It had been a good day; it was amazing, really, how well people got along here, despite the different walks of life, the difference in technology and personalities. It helped him have hope for what might happen once the Empire fell. People could live in peace, given the chance. They just needed half a breath to grab it.]

[ It's late, when Baby gets off the DJ booth, and finally starts mingling some. When he find Kimberly, he's got a drink in hand, a twizzler in his mouth, and a shirt on his back - he's still sweating from playing, but it got colder fast, further away from the fire.

Kimberly looks like she's been drinking, but he saw her dance earlier, having fun. He's glad, because - he's got to talk to her, and he doubts it'll be pleasant. Another reason for him to have a drink. ]

So what would you say - party a success?

( one might find it difficult to believe that izzy couldn't thrive in an event like a beach party, however since coming to cadelle, merely taking the time to enjoy herself hasn't exactly been something she's excelled at. perhaps it's a day and evening to do just that, or she'll at least give it her best, clad in a—you guessed it—black mesh one piece and a pair of reliable, tattered levi's to accompany. it's just about as casual as she gets without the sweats she's packed along back at her apartment— but dipping her toes in the sand certainly didn't call for those.

briefly, if you catch her, she can be spotted at the bar grabbing herself a daquiri, because if she's going to relax, there's nothing like a stereotype frozen, beach-y drink to get her started. while the suns at it's peak, she'll be dabbling along the snack bar ( le agradezco, clary and kimberly ), and if she can find any willing participants—ahem, fray, back her up on this one—perhaps even getting a game of beach volleyball started. she's got to relieve her competitive kick somehow, right?

~~she sees you at that dj booth, baby.~~ she's trying not to make eyes.

as evening settles in, tide picks up and a breeze hits along the oceanfront, you'll find her perched atop one of those aztec, threadbare blankets before the bonfire, umbrella tucked behind her ear from re: daquiri. you're welcome to join her, though her eyes may be wandering for a particular someone- one who may have promised her a reserved dance. she doesn't bite, otherwise- promise. )

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( she's definitely buzzed (perhaps even a little past it) by the time baby makes his way over, damp shirt clinging to him with each movement of his body. while she's a little unsure about where things stand between them — she's not blind, for one thing, and the focus of his attentions had been pretty hard to miss all afternoon — it doesn't make her any less glad to see him. )

Mm, I think so. Kind of hard to screw up a beach party. ( a hand through her hair, nearly dry now after a late dip in the waves, and she shrugs a bit. ) Your party, though — what do you think?

[ It's been a long night - a mostly good night, even if his talk with Kimberly still hangs heavy in his heart. They'll get somewhere where they can be friends, he hopes, but right now it's just... well, awkward, and Baby knows he's hurt her.

But then, he sees Isabelle, and his heart lifts, thumping hard in his throat. He's done with spinning tunes, letting playlists do the job now, and most of the party has moved from the dancefloor to the bonfire, looking for warmth, most people drunk enough to start playing games Baby is pretty sure he doesn't want to get involved in.

Instead, he puts on the shirt he's kept hanging from the back pocket of his shorts, and walks over to Isabelle, holding out a hand to her when he's close enough. The music is a bunch of classic Motown - his favorite kind of tunes. ]

May I have this dance?

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[ He grins around the Twizzler, before pulling the end of it in his mouth, chewing it and swallowing before answering. ]

I've had a good time making you all dance, for sure.

[ His smile falling a little, he gives her a look before drinking a little too much at once. ] Hey, do you want to go for a little walk? Want to dip my toes in. And talk to you.

( if there were any chance to keep her features from lighting the moment she catches him making his way toward her, firelight dancing off the lean height of his figure, izzy's shown to give no efforts toward them. he looks good, like this. in his element, sweat glistening at his temples soon to be comforted by the crisp breeze that's drawn through, skin freshly sun-kissed from a better part of the afternoon spent behind that table.

she doesn't miss the music that's accompanying his arrival, either, heart swelling to twice it's size and those little flutters taking to her stomach—cliche as it all is, seemingly far too sweet and surreal, she'll take every moment of it while she can. a dazzling grin is let up toward him once hand is offered, easily accepting the option of his company despite the comfort of the fire.

palm slides easily into his, petite in comparison, and she's humming once she stands, goosebumps kissing her flesh as another jostling gust rolls along the beach, tousling with black strands. ) I was hoping you hadn't forgotten about me.

( well, that's entirely not reassuring, but she offers a vague agreement and lets him lead the way, out towards the water's edge. now that the sun's gone down, the tide is cool as it laps against her feet, but it's refreshing, enough to wake her up a little. )

So. What did you want to talk about?

( her brain helpfully supplies all of the worst case scenarios, just like last time, but maybe she's jumping to conclusions. )

[ He helps her to her feet and lead her towards the now mainly empty dancefloor - it's colder there, but he pulls Isabelle to him, keeping her hand in his and turning it so that their palms slide against one another, his other hand setting on her waist. ]

I haven't stopped thinking about you.

[ He's not lying, either. Since their first date, and their text conversation, he's been thinking about her so much it's kept him awake late at night, thinking of songs to add to her mixtape; of the way her hair seems to glow in the dying sun; of her kindness, the curve of her spine, the red-blood of her lips. ]

[ As they approach the shore, Baby tugs off his shoes and socks, keeping them in one hand as he walks straight to the water, the shock of cold making him yelp and laugh. When he turns back to Kimberly, though, she looks a little somber, like she's expecting the worst, and Baby's stomach drops.

He hates this. ]

I, um... I met someone. And I think I ought it to myself to see it through. Which - [ He hates that he's so bad at words, seriously. ] - isn't to say that I don't like you, because I do. But I think this could get serious.

( she follows him with ease, sliding lithe digits to lace through his as she's steered toward a more remote area of the party, one that'd previously been swarmed with fast-thrumming pulses and liquor-kissed grins, all having made their way to huddle around the large mouth of the fire. it leaves the two of them, for the most part, alone, that same nervous smile settling across her mouth as he secures her to his front, aligns their hands and takes her waist. )

Mm. Is that right? ( a delicate tease, letting limbs and hips move naturally, an attest to her heritage. it was only on rare occasion that isabelle was granted the intimacy of a dance, the art of it, and so there's a certain peace that wraps it's tendrils about her- even separate than the ones that follow in his company. )

It's only fair. It'd be awfully tragic if I was the only one.

Oh.

( this time, the worst case scenario winds up being exactly right. it's like deja vu, her conversation with jace all over again, only this time, kimberly's more than just irritated. she's... well, sad. because this boy, unlike jace, had been someone she'd actually liked. someone she thought liked her as much in return, who wanted her for more than just a night or two.

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who he's talking about, either. not that knowing who that someone is makes it any easier. no, it's just another repeat of the same story. girl likes boy, boy likes her friend instead.

so, while baby might be bad at words, kimberly opts not to bother trying. she just shrugs a little, nods her head, and focuses her gaze on the horizon, trying very hard not to let any of the tightness in her throat and warmth behind her eyes translate into anything obvious. she's not going to cry. not about this. she's not a little girl, she doesn't need to cry about it. )

Okay.

( that's it, isn't it? there's not much else to say, really. )

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EVENT: LIFE'S A BEACH

clary fray ( ota )

Jen Andrews - ota

daisy johnson ( ota )

dean winchester, supernatural. ota!

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i hate him already

it's fine, i'll love him for you.

Kieren Walker | OTA

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kate galloway. ota.

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kara danvers • ota

kimberly hart • open

Cassian Andor | OTA

late;

isabelle lightwood | shadowhunters. ota!

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