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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-05 06:57 pm
forethinking) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-05 06:57 pm
Entry tags:
- aelwyn abernant (d20 fantasy high),
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- kate cordello (original),
- zz_andrew jaeger (original),
- zz_jeff calhoun (original),
- zz_loki laufeyson (mcu),
- zz_malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- zz_monika (ddlc),
- zz_ren amamiya (persona 5),
- zz_satoru gojou (jujutsu kaisen),
- zz_stephen strange (mcu),
- zz_takashi shirogane (voltron),
- zz_tim drake (dc comics),
- zz_wanda maximoff (mcu)
(mingle) It must be party time
Who: Ren Amamiya, Wanda Maximoff, you!
When: 12th of September
Where: Good Harbor Beach
Summary: Here's the barbecue log! Eating, playing games, having a bonfire and sleep-over on the beach!
Warnings: Alcohol? Ghost stories?
ɪ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ
ɪɪ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ
ɪɪɪ. ᴀ ʙᴏɴꜰɪʀᴇ
ɪᴠ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ɴᴏᴛᴇ
When: 12th of September
Where: Good Harbor Beach
Summary: Here's the barbecue log! Eating, playing games, having a bonfire and sleep-over on the beach!
Warnings: Alcohol? Ghost stories?
ɪ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ
Congratulations, you've made it to the Good Harbor Beach September barbecue! With the weather cooling, but still pleasant enough, it's a pleasure to have a hangout involving ADI's residents and those who live at Bonnie's. There are still so many people who don't know one another, and many to strengthen bonds with, so the hours your dearest Wanda and Ren spend cooking and flipping and seasoning are nothing but rewarding! Seeing people enjoying themselves is great and it's motivating for them to keep doing these encounters every now and then.
On the menu, we have:
- Burgers;
- Steaks with jacked potato sides;
- Ribs;
- Zucchini-and-Pecorino fritters;
- Several different salads, including ovcharska;
- Aubergine kebabs with charred onion salsa;
- Salmon yakitori;
- Takoyaki;
- Cupcakes
- Apples and honey;
- Cherry dumplings;
- Sarmale filled with rice;
- Bundevara (pumpkin pie);
For drinks, there's a selection of alcohol, as well as coffee, water, tea, and a variety of sodas. Take in the nice view, jump on the ocean, sink your toes in the sand and enjoy yourselves. There aren't any usable tables, but there are several blankets on the floor for your perusal.
ɪɪ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ
With bellies full, now it's when the real fun begins. There are a few decks of cards being passed around, as well as one of their single tables now organized to a beer-pong competition. Individually, games such as Never Have I Ever, as well as Truth or Dare can be seen, and those who wish to use their skills for entertaining are more than welcome to do so.
A little bonding here, a little drunken chatting there, this is your time to shine!
ɪɪɪ. ᴀ ʙᴏɴꜰɪʀᴇ
With those who have a curfew to worry about in mind, a bonfire is lit, and a few tents are set around the beach (may have to be shared). If anyone's got a nice story, now it's the time to share it, or perhaps if anyone can play an instrument, it's about time to break it out of its case. The night will be lively until the early hours of the morning, and of course, mindful of those who couldn't stay up this late.
The next morning, everyone will be properly thanked for their attendance and tupperwares will be distributed with leftovers for those who'd like to take some food home, the beach will be cleaned impeccably and everyone will go their own way, hopefully with smiles and a new sense of unity and connection from the amazing night they've just experienced.
ɪᴠ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ɴᴏᴛᴇ
(Please put in your top-level subject line or prompt line whether it's okay to threadjack! Just to keep things more dynamic, we encourage it!)
ren amamiya | persona 5 | threadjacking to all prompts ok!
ɪɪ. ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ!
ɪɪɪ. ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴍ
ɪᴠ. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
II
Of course, she's not going to be too on the nose about anything. That wouldn't be fun. Anyway, she doesn't know if what she's thinking about is actually true, just that--]
So, do you have a crush on anyone who's here right now? [Well, she has noticed that there's someone Ren does seem to know well.]
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Do you have a lighter?
[If not, he supposes he'll see if they can use the friction method of getting things started, though this isn't something he's quite so confident doing.]
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I thought I might be able to spoil your dinner. Don't worry. I brought more than one for the party.
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He's contemplating that strange turn of fate as he stares into the bonfire late in the evening, late enough that it could more accurately be called morning. His swim trunks have long since dried as he sat listening to crackle of the bonfire and the ambient murmur of others far enough away not to make out any specifics, but close enough to know that there are still people in his periphery, and his unbuttoned light shirt billows gently in the breeze.
The sound of approaching footsteps on sand catches his attention, and he glances sideways to see Ren coming closer.]
Quite the little get-together you've arranged, [he observes, gaze flicking across the other boy's face.] Though you look like you've something on your mind.
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Yuri Egin | Blue Exorcist | ota and threadjacking
[This is fun, just hanging out with coworkers, relaxing and chatting over a beer or three.]
Have you ever had this before? [Yuri asks someone, pointing at something on the table. She's Japanese, and a lot of the more western offerings here are completely new to her.] It looks good!
games
[Are you ready for 1v1 peer pong against a very cheerful twenty-something woman with a competitive glint in her eyes? It's time for that, because Yuri's here and ready to go.
Or maybe it's later, a game of truth or dare, and Yuri's just as excitedly competitive with this as with an actual competition.]
Come on, give me your best dare!
BEER PONG...
Any chance you'd be willing to play with wine instead? It's classier. Gets you drunk faster.
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games: t or d
I dare you to dunk yourself in the ocean.
[ surely it’s not that cold. ]
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snaccs!
Only from restaurants.
[Ms. Wendy would usually order out when they had dinner together; the two of them rarely had time for cooking.]
I think this is much better.
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Aelwyn Abernant | Fantasy High (Threadjacking okay!)
[This is a complicated dilemma for Aelwyn. On the one hand, this is a party. On the other hand, this is a party full of people she actually wants to have some level of respect for her. So she decides to just wear clothing that she likes and maybe pop a couple of the buttons of her shirt to compensate for the party aspect.
She arrives, a cooler of drinks in toe (that she probably had Ren carry, sorry Ren) and pushes her hair back with a fanciful swish.]
Your saviour has arrived. You'll go thirsty no longer.
[She'll help set up, and generally mingle around at this point so feel free to come bother her.]
II. You're A Funny Little Man
[Aelwyn quickly brings up Never Have I Ever. It's good for gathering information and also for getting drunk. Notably she's a lot more gregarious at this party than she normally is, which is less gregarious and more obnoxiously smug.]
We have such a diverse cast of colourful characters here, we can probably go for something a bit fucking spicier, huh. Hmmm.... Never have I ever robbed anyone! [Then she'll give a sly wink.] Not a cop, I swear.
[Alternatively, give her a dare!]
III. Burning Pile
[Once the party's cooled down a bit and she's at that stage of drunk and tired where she's actually chilled out. She watches the fire with a smile on her face that seems like she's in a genuine good mood.
She reaches forward and twirls her finger a little bit, and a small part of the fire seems to seperate itself from the bonfire and take shape into a train, chugging off into the night before ebaporating.
If you want to approach her about more serious matters, this'll be a good time for it.]
CLOSED TO REN
Come in, come in. I already got started making some of the more basic stuff. [She mixed coke and vodka together.]
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never have i EVER
Of course she's drinking alcohol, and Tim not so subtly raises a brow at the not-a-cop comment. Whodathunk.
But! Friends close, enemies closer, and she's cute too boot. He stares at his soda can, swishes it a little, and looks just the right amount of clueless.] It doesn't count if I stole something back. [He says, knowing full well why he can never board a plane to what seems to be, like, a solid half of Eurasia. He takes a swig before getting a response. Oops.]
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II
[ and... he is also taking a drink (of seltzer water) after a beat. he has done robbery, but for good reasons. totally. trust him on this? ]
[ ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Seltzer water. This is a new low for you. She's getting drunk and you're drinking this carbonated garbage water. You used to be *fun*. You should tell her how you stole drugs out of a medicine cabinet, you class act. (No shame though, good call, steal more drugs.) ]
Anyway: never have I ever... [ ok, wait, hold on. the lack of memory for practically his entire life actually makes it very hard to play this game. damn. um- ] Actually you go again, I can't think of anything good.
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II
[Yelena sounds amused rather than suspicious, though. Perhaps because she doesn't take a drink, and so has no particular reason to worry even if the girl was a cop.
This once, it's true, if only by technicality.]
Never have I ever burned down a building.
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Andrew Jaeger | Original Character | OTA and threadjacking!
Under the circumstances, Jaeger is about as relaxed as he gets. He's dressed for the event in jeans and a button-down shirt that reveals just a bit of delicately scarred arms, sunglasses in place and a beer casually held in one hand. He's still stone-sober and will be for the rest of the cookout, but he's doing his best to circulate, with a half-smile at familiar faces and a small nod at those he hasn't met yet. He's still the new guy, in spite of the events of the circus, and still getting used to being surrounded by so many people- all very different sorts of people.
So he's watchful, and filing away the little details of everything from behind his shades, but he's polite enough and happy to help with things in regards to the setup of the tables and food. For a little bit here and there, he forgets to be quite so watchful, lets himself be just a normal guy at a company event. He even takes off his boots at some point, the better to wade into the ocean a short ways and feel the sand under his toes.
The Bonfire
Jaeger will take a seat around the fire when people start to settle for the evening, though he listens more than he talks. He is by all indications a reserved man, but seems to be having a good enough time by the way he smiles at a particularly daring question or a lucky turn of cards.
Eventually, he'll retire to a tent for a few hours of sleep, thought sharing might be an interesting proposition. Jaeger isn't a small man by any means, and he's a light and twitchy sleeper even with a couple of beers in him...
((OOC: Feel free to try and drag Jaeger into just about anything! He needs to open up more and make some friends, so please forgive the terrible workaholic))
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"How's your head?" There's sincere concern under the polite humor enforced by social conventions in a space like this, as she offers her plate to share with him.
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OTA; Threadjacking okay
II. Malcolm makes his way around the room, observing the games, but he doesn't know many people; he might have to be dragged into one. He's up for chatting with anyone too.
III. As the bonfires are lit, he's not sure if he should head back. He hasn't brought his medication; he didn't expect this to be an all night affair. Though he should be able to get in before work if he goes home first thing in the morning... Camping doesn't exactly hold fond memories for him, but it might be fun to sing songs around the campfire. Are there marshmallows?
I
He's standing in front of the utensils and napkins. "Excuse me, could you please hand me a few napkins." Or he could move, far far away. How far, one might ask. Did he bring a car?
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super late here, sorry, but yes III
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Bucky Barnes/Winter | MCU | OTA
Yelena and Kate convinced him to come here, against his own better judgment, using reasoning both logical and illogical. But in the end, he's here, maskless, but still swathed in several layers of clothes, refusing to remove his boots despite the annoying sand, lurking around the edges of conversations. Watching the shadows as darkness falls, more like he's here to guard the gathering than to actually participate in it.
He even makes regular prowls around the edges of where tents, blankets, tables, and fire pits are set up, as if he is indeed guarding everyone there.
II. Buffet
The cafeteria at ADI and the vending machines didn't quite prepare him for this wide variety of food, and being told to serve it for himself. He spends a lot of time just kind of staring at it all, paper plate in hand and slowly getting crushed into uselessness by his anxiety over picking.
Somebody come make a couple suggestions to him. And maybe get him a new plate.
III. Party + Bonfire
Partying is not something that the thing that is not James Buchanan Barnes (but which is maybe Winter) is great at. Fun is not a thing he really understands. He can't relax enough to sleep within touching distance of any other person, the only stories he has are nightmarish, and he certainly doesn't know how to make music.
But he does know how to play cards, surprisingly. Gin, poker, old maid, even something called Go Fish he somehow knows the rules to. So he does settle in and do that for a while, between patrols. He has an amazing poker face, but he never really thinks to bluff, which kind of negates the skill.
And he listens. Anyone telling a particularly involved story or sharing a song, he'll drift into their orbit and just... listen. Intently, like he's trying to memorize it, absorb the words or tune right out of the air.
Late into the night, when most everyone else has retired to a tend, he sits out on the beach and listens to the water and the snores behind him, arms wrapped around his knees. Not sleeping, but about as relaxed as he ever gets in public. Keeping an eye on the sleepers, making sure everyone's safe and sound.
Buffet
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after hours; everyone else asleep
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After the Party
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party, poker edition!
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loki laufeyson | MCU | ota & threadjacking!
[If you've met (or even just seen) Loki before tonight, you might not have thought him very personable. Tonight, however, Loki is surrounded by merriment, games, and alcohol, and this is his fucking scene. He's at his peak, and everyone is invited to be his friend.
He can be found anywhere, but most notably, at some point he's going to attempt to sing by the fire. It's not bad, but also not professional; he knows how to entertain more than he knows how to sing. Joining in is heavily encouraged. He'll call out mid-song,] Who plays an instrument? I'll conjure one for you! Unless it's like, an organ, that's too big; I can do fiddles and horns! Come on, I need backup!
{ Also open to other wildcard scenes. }
CLOSED to kate cordello
Hiiii, remember me? I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night, in the funhouse. I assure you it was completely uncharacteristic of me. Can we start the whole thing over? [With a kind (and tipsy) smile, he extends a hand.] I'm Loki.
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CLOSED to jeff calhoun
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Music
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singing by the fire
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ota & threadjack to your heart's content
Is ADI paying off the permit? The city of Gloucester doesn't really allow bonfires on their beaches. They have pretty strict regulations for their parks.
[He's just saying.
And maybe glancing around, over his shoulder or past yours, or bending over to pick up that one napkin that was blown away by the breeze. Don't litter, you animals.
Tim's equally sure alcohol can't be brought out or be drank so brazenly in public spaces (there are minors here) but he's about done with his civic duty.
He piles on the desserts onto his plate, first. Natch.]
ii.
[There's a song stuck in his head and no one here is singing it. He's been pretty good (he's been great) at staying sociable and open, but as evening comes, the crash is hanging over his head like some dark, personal rain cloud. He's found a seat (on a stray chair, on a blanket, on the sand which is coarse and gets everywhere, whatever) but now he's nodding off. Oops? Don't let him zonk out again, please. Or do. He'll be ripe for sacrificial burying under sand or something.]
i
[Monika doesn't know Wanda, so Monika can't point her out, but she knows Ren.]
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Keith | Voltron Legendary Defender | OTA
[ honestly, these sorts of social gatherings and mingles aren't exactly keith's idea of a good night, but there's something to be said about getting to know the others here when they're not on a mission or surrounded by anything murderous. or scheming in general, really.
still. the smell of meat grilling away just isn't making him hungry right this moment -- weird experiences in dogtown will do that to a guy. so instead, he's hanging out at the bar sipping away at a red solo cup. when it's empty, he reaches across the bar for some coke, and then grabs the vodka. and starts pouring waaaaaay too much vodka into the cup. stop him? encourage him? tell him that shit's not for the underage? whatever the case, when someone approaches his response is a quizzical look. ]
What? You want one too?
B.
[ a little later, keith is sitting cross legged on the beach, looking contemplatively out at the water where there are a few local guys playing volleyball. if it looks like he's paying more attention to the guys than the game, well you're mistaken. he is 100% not boy watching.
okay so maybe he is boy watching a little, sue him. or better yet, come join him while he's looking slightly buzzed and peaceful. ]
wildcard
[ feel free to hit me up with something else if you'd like!]
A
You might want to put more mixer in there, hon. Unless you're a seasoned alcoholic, that much vodka will probably be pretty overwhelming. [She seems sincere. As sincere as she ever seems.]
Re: A
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wildcard b3 ( bean baggin' boy )
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Meredith Idlewild | OTA | CW: bad emotional reaction to water, possible injury mentions
Meredith's not that hungry, at least right away, and can be found instead on the edge of the water, wiggling her toes in the sand and looking out toward the waves. There's still some of the weird feelings left from being a selkie, and being this close to the water's rubbing up against that, but she'd rather challenge herself.
That's what exposure therapy is about, right? Force yourself to endure the big scary thing until you literally can't anymore and you're shaking but you can't make yourself step back away from the water somehow?
Oh, it's not? Well, maybe someone should tell her that.
2. L'Shana Tova
Something Meredith hadn't really spoken with anyone about is the fact that she's Jewish. Well, technically Jewish, it's not like she's all that observant. But the high holiday season came and she didn't mention missing family dinner or services to anyone. Not really, not aloud.
But she brought apples and honey, and is sitting on a blanket with some now. A small paper bowl of honey and a sliced apple. And quiet words not really meant for anyone to overhear: "Y'hee ratzon mi-l'fanecha, Adonai Eloheinu v'elohei avoteinu v'imoteinu sh'tichadeish aleinu shanah tovah um'tukah"
For anyone who understands Hebrew, that's 'May it be Your will, Adonai, our God and the God of our forefathers and foremothers, that You renew for us a good and sweet year.'
3. Zzzzzz
Meredith is one of the first to seek out the tents and crash. She's having a bad pain night, mostly her shoulder, and it's time to take some pills and try to sleep it off. She's easily small enough to share her tent with someone, though that may make for an awkward wake-up, especially because she might curl up against the nearest warm body when the night gets cold.
Up for some cuddling? Or some morning embarrassment?
X. Wildcard
Find me on Plurk (
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She shouldn't still feel this guilty. It wasn't like she left her on purpose. She stuck her neck out, she just... wasn't brave enough to go all the way.
But she'll approach anyway. Because apparently she's feeling brave enough for that.]
Meredith? [Her voice is cautious and quiet, like she's not sure if Meredith will suddenly turn back and scream at her to fuck off. Because even after their talk, she still expects it. She's seen what failure results in.] Are you alright?
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stephen strange | mcu | ota and threadjacking is ok!
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three. chore buddies?
That’s quite a tower you’ve got there, [he teases.] It’d be a shame if something toppled it over…
[…He’s kidding. But he wants to see the look on the doctor’s face before he offers his help. There’s a trash bag stashed in his back pocket, ready to pull out once he’s got his intended reaction.]
in which Stephen continues to rope Loki into menial tasks
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satoru gojou | jujutsu kaisen | ask for threadjacking just so we can plan it, Mandy 💦#6884
Gojou can't drink. He doesn't handle his booze well. That doesn't mean he's not drinking, mostly because he wants to see if it's different in a world where powers don't exactly function the same. This totally makes sense in his head, I promise.
He's only had a couple sips but he's already pretty tipsy. This is just the usual. He's walking around trying to convince someone to play Spin the Bottle with him. He has an empty bottle he kidnapped from the trash for the cause.
"Come on, it'll be fun! I promise I'm not a bad kisser."
II. ghost stories
"Who wants to hear a scary story?"
Gojou looks real eager to do this. Please indulge him. Honestly, he might start telling a few even if nobody is listening - so it's better to just sit here and hear what he has to say.
"I've got a bunch of scary ones! I run into freaky things all the time at home."
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Shiroe | Log Horizon
Shiroe has never been particularly good at parties. In the real world, before he became the half-Alv Enchanter he is today, he was a bit of a shut-in. And once he was caught in the video game world, the festivals that his friends and colleagues worked so hard to create were things he'd be working at, rather than enjoying solely for themselves.
But the one thing that drew him out of his shell, especially after the early days of the Catastrophe (as the event where the game ceased to be real was called by the players), was food. Real food, food that tasted like food.
Shiroe is piling his plate with a little bit of everything, looking absolutely giddy. Even the things he doesn't recognize make it onto his plate, perhaps in odd combinations. Do you think he's not going to make a sandwich of zucchini fritters and steak? You're crazy!
2. The Failing Light Illuminates
As the sun goes down and the bonfire is lit, Shiroe sort of seems to hang on the edge of the group, doing more listening than contributing. It's not that he's trying to be a creeper, it's just...well, he's bad at people. Or at least he's always felt like he is, in situations like this. And it's not like there's anyone who's going to notice and attempt to draw him out of his shell.
Right?
3. The Sacred Robe of the Stars
The tents are tempting, but by the time Shiroe is ready to sleep, they're all occupied. He actually decides to crash out just outside (or perhaps beside) one, laying his white cloak on the sand underneath himself. Which might, of course, make for an awkward morning for someone when they wake up, find a person right in their path.
Or perhaps someone pities him enough to wake him up and coax him to share tent space? With permission, he'd be willing to come on in.
X. Wildcard
Find me on Plurk (
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"Hey. Don't do that. It's kinda creepy."
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food, glorious food
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CW: brief mention of injury
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Yelena Belova | MCU | OTA - threadjacking OK
Yelena's approach to the meal is best described as eclectic - rather than going for a lot of any one thing, she opts to take a little bit of many things, to no particular theme. Much of it looks delicious, and that's the only excuse she needs to sample liberally. Once she's loaded her plate and snagged a drink, she stakes out a corner of one of the blankets, and will wave over anyone who looks like they're having trouble deciding where to sit, whether she knows them or not, with an amiable, "There's room here!"
(She recognizes many of the faces, at least, even if she's not been formally introduced. She paid close attention during the briefings. As one does.)
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After dinner, she wanders down to the waterline, strips off her shoes and socks, rolls up the legs of her pants, and wades out into the water up to her knees to stare out at sparkle of the lowering sun off the water near the horizon.
"Well," she says eventually. "Now I am regretting not bringing a swimsuit."
III.
Mostly, Yelena sticks to card games. She's good at blackjack, and better at poker - if she has a tell, this one evening isn't enough to read it - but while she's not familiar with many of the other games people might be inclined to play, she's a quick study, and enthusiasting about adding to her repertoire.
(She does know 52 pickup. That trick won't work.)
Later in the evening, though, she allows herself to be drawn into a game of Truth or Dare, which might be cheating just a little when she has no problem lying if there's a question she'd prefer not to answer. But this time, when her turn comes around, she chooses, "Dare."
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Yelena lingers around the bonfire late into the night, listening to the songs and stories, chatting quietly to her neighbours. Occasionally, she shares a story of her own. They're mostly of a fairytale bent: evil wizards, errant knights, girls who have had their hearts replaced with shards of mirrored glass. People begin to drift away, seeking the tents or their lodgings, and she stays, lapsing into silence as the fire burns down.
Eventually, she rises, offering a brief smile to anyone who's still awake - not many, by this point, almost none. She doesn't head for the tents, however, but away down the beach, strolling down along the waterline.
Should anyone else chance to wander off, they might cross her path, or find her sitting in the sand just above the high tide point, one knee tucked up to her chest, staring out across the dark water.
[ooc: Feel free to hit me with a wildcard option if you have an idea, or poke me at
III - threadjacking okay
"Okay. Okay. Okay." She smiles. "I dare you..." Pause. "To find Winter..." Another pause because what had she been about to say? Oh, that's right. "To find winter and ask his permission to give him a hug. A hig bug though, I mean no big hug." She sighs, frustrated with the fact that her tongue and mouth isn't cooperating. "I mean, bear squeeze. HUG! Bear hug! Yes." She applauds herself the victory of saying it correctly even though it hadn't been said correctly at all.
"Yes. Go find, Winter. Ask his permission to hug him and then give him the biggest bear hug ever." Kate laughs because it is the funniest thing she can think of. "You can do it." She reaches over to pat Yelena on the shoulder, misses and almost falls over, again.
The Narration takes back it's previous statement that Kate isn't drunk. She is.
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