(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?



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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

OTA; Threadjacking okay

[abrightboy]

I. Malcolm surveys the buffet and helps himself to a few slices of apples with honey, which don't look like much on his plate compared to everyone's heaping portions of bbq and salads.

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?

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[bossyboiler]

They meet up at the buffet table. It is completely accidental on her part because while she has been here less than three months, she's already met a person that she'd rather avoid. Hello again, Malcolm Bright.

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?

[abrightboy]

Malcolm picks up a few and hands them to her.

"Did you come here for fun or to hunt?" he asks as he hands them over.

[bossyboiler]

She accepts the napkins. "Thanks" Kate narrows her eyes at him and frowns deeply. She isn't going to deny it. What is the point in that? Instead, she is going to do what she does best and that is to ignore it entirely. "For fun. I baked cupcakes. You should try them."

Does she deserve the scrutiny? Yes but that is not the point!

[abrightboy]

"I can't eat cupcakes," he tells her over his full sized plate with four apple slices on it. "But thank you for offering. Is that a hobby of yours? Baking?"

You know, when she's not torturing mimes.

[bossyboiler]

She looks down at his plate and then back up again. "If I had known anyone had food allergies, I could have baked something different." But no one spoke up, that no one being Malcolm.

"It is. It relaxes me." And she's good at it which is the most important part of why she does it. "Did you come here for fun?" Because he doesn't look the type to know what fun is.

[abrightboy]

"It's more complicated than food allergies," he tells her. "But thank you for the thought."

At her question, he glances around.

"I came to... investigate the possibility." Of fun. "And maybe meet some new people."

[bossyboiler]

He's polite, she thinks. Possibly even more polite than she can be. Kate wonders if he uses the politeness of societal conventions the same way she does.

"Investigate the possibility of fun?" She places a kebab on her plate. "There's your problem. You're putting too much thought into it."

[abrightboy]

"Things get messy if I don't," he assures her. "Do you want to find somewhere to sit?"

Oh, maybe she's not done collecting a normal human amount of food.

III

[ployboy]

Night's fallen and the party isn't even remotely close to winding down. Great as it would be to stick around

camping doesn't exactly hold fond memories and so Tim's gravitated to Malcolm, red solo cup in hand. Wherever Malcolm is sat, he receives a foot bump. "I'm heading out," Tim announces and quickly looks at the crowd. "Meredith is staying. What about you?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm scrambles to his feet at the bump.

“You’re going back to the apartment?” he clarifies.

[ployboy]

Mmmmaybe. It's left unsaid, but Tim's sure the jerk will read that short hesitance in the way his eyes widen. Not much, but some.

Tim drinks, and hums. "Yeah?" He tries, testing out his resolve. And, by the way-- it's just cola with extra ice. "Yeah, I thought about staying at Bonnie's with a friend but I think I'll be more comfortable at the apartment. I keep an alarm on my phone for when I should start heading back."

Considering his love of nightcrawling. Not so much love for it, it seems, if he's in by curfew much more often than not. Wild revelation to have when in front of Not-A-Cop. "Besides," he jokes, "I don't want to be here when you all get busted for illegal bonfires."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm glances around, then starts walking towards Tim. "Yeah. I. Think I'd like to go back," he concedes. "I wasn't sure how I was going to manage... the idea of staying." No restraints, no warning for anyone that he might start shrieking like he's being killed, no medicine in the morning, no routine.

[ployboy]

Tim just hopes his sympathy extends to his expression; he nods shortly over his shoulder, towards the road. "We can catch the last bus back. Honestly I'm not too worried about everyone staying. There's still a good crowd."

Red cup and the last of his blessed caffeine get chucked in a trash barrel, the blue chipped-paint kind that like to dot public beaches.

Meredith, or someone would call if something went catastrophically wrong.

Right?

"Make any new friends?"

[abrightboy]

"I met one of the organizers of the event. He makes his own coffee blends. He was talking about just staying up all night to keep an eye on things, so I thought about joining him but... going home sounds better." He glances at Tim while they walk. "You?"

[ployboy]

"Oh." He perks up. "That's Ren," he states like he's proud of himself for piecing together the very obvious puzzle. "He's... sweet."

Nice, but too nice. Obliviously nice. Offer up his room to a guy he'd never met before kind of nice. Think nothing of it kind of nice. Tim couldn't think of another word to describe it that wasn't, like, mean-spirited.

Tim shrugs. "Met some of the girls. I mostly came for the food."

[abrightboy]

"I had... a few slices of apple. Which girls did you meet?" he asks.

super late here, sorry, but yes III

[forethinking]

Ren's a particularly quiet person, but tonight it might have exacerbated that. His social battery doesn't ever run out, but his physical energy is hanging by a thread. Going to sleep is not an option, though. He's organized this entire thing, he'll keep it safe from whatever could be lurking in the shadows.

So here he is, with a bottle of coffee all to himself, pouring some into his cup and downing like a shot.

[abrightboy]

The man seems restless, like Malcolm, so he wanders over and sit next to him.

"It's not late for coffee?" he questions.

[forethinking]

"It's never late for coffee."

And look, it's Malcom's luck, because Ren certainly has another cup for whoever would like to engage in a caffeine-guided evening. He pours carefully, smiling kindly and softly - he's made this blend himself, he's nothing shot of proud and he hands it to the man he doesn't recall ever meeting.

"I'm Ren."

[abrightboy]

"Malcolm," he responds. He takes the cup, wrapping his hands around the warmth. "Thank you," he tells Ren, inhaling the brew's scent. "I'm trying to decide if I should go. Before missing curfew."

[forethinking]

"There are tents. I'm keeping watch."

And he hopes Malcom likes the coffee. Everytime someone likes his coffee or his curry, he feels like he's honoring home.

[abrightboy]

"I can't... sleep. Where other people sleep," he explains awkwardly, taking a sip of the coffee. His eyebrows go up. "This is better than anything I've had here. Where did you get it?"

[forethinking]

"Mhm? Why?"

Ah, if Ren's smile isn't bright enough to power up a city.

"I made the blend. Thank you."

[abrightboy]

"You made it? Well. You know what you're doing," he concedes. He's quiet a moment, but he doesn't think Ren forgot about his first question.

"...I can't sleep here because I have a sleep disorder and I didn't... bring anything... that I need."