(mingle) It must be party time

[forethinking]

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

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

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Comments

[writetheway]

If I look for someone here, I've got a lot of new options, y'know? [But right, her truth or dare question... If she could do one thing, she'd want to know for sure she was real. That this world was real. But she can't say that, she'd sound crazy. She grabs one of the apple slices off the plate to chew on thoughtfully. When she finishes the apple slice, she still has that same thoughtful expression.]

Does knowing something count as doing something? If there was something I could do to know for sure what I did mattered... Yeah, that'd be it. [But that's so serious for a truth or dare answer, so she focuses on Ren instead.] Who's Sojiro?

[simulatio]

May as well enjoy yourself while you can, [he agrees lightly. For some, that might be a romantic partner. He's certainly not one who can pass judgement on that at this stage, as much as he might want to.

And while perhaps too serious for a bonfire, but Akechi accepts it as a valid answer with a nod. He rests his chin in his hand, the corner of his lip curving up in an almost imperceptible smile of approval. The idea that things they do matter is a nice one. What are they if not creatures desperately scrabbling for meaning?]

How poetic.

[And Ren wants to return to Leblanc, does he? Akechi turns his gaze on him with a quirked eyebrow.]

Don't tell me you truly wish to return to living in the attic.

[forethinking]

(That coming from Akechi? Sounds fake, but okay. All that he does is to hide a smile on the corner of his lip, containing the rest of it before Monika's question hits his ears and he perks up.)

He's my guardian.

(The attic never bothered him. Sure, he sleeps on milkcrates, there is a good amount of spiders, the walls are falling apart, and? It always smells like coffee, curry and cigarette smoke, he decorated it into a home, and the memories he has in such a small space cannot be easily replaced. Offer him a penthouse or to live in the attic again, and he'll choose the attic without a single ounce of hesitation.

So, his smile shows on his eyes that close.)

It's not about the attic.