(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

[cacophonish]

Wow.

[ It's not sarcastic; he's impressed. Wholly impressed, in a way that's difficult to articulate.

Because this is a lot. But it's not A Lot in a bad way or anything. He's met... a lot of people who could use supports like that. It's the kind of work his dad would support, that his brother will probably get into, once he's done with law school and shit. ]

That's... really fucking cool, man. It's like, beautiful. [ This just in: Jeff's a hippie. Anyway, he grins. ] I feel like I'm talking to a real superhero.

[ (LITTLE DOES HE KNOW.)

Wait.

Hang on.

Jeff makes a face. ]

You got fucking shot, dude?

cw brief mention of police corruption

[ployboy]

['Beautiful', this idiot says, and Tim wants to push him.

Wants to see his face at the thought of Tim being named a superboy in Hong Kong.

His grin is sharp, though. Arrogance does that, Tim guesses.] Some crooked cops were bribing the gangs, pushing them to fight. The type of people who rely on power to keep their crimes quiet and who the love the fear they put in others. That can't keep happening in my city. I got the intel, got an audience, and called them out.

I want to help people, and I can, so that means I should. [And... he stands, dusting sandy hands on the legs of his jeans before stretching a hand out for Jeff to take.

Look-- Tim's hungry. And maybe a little giddy.] C'mon, get up. [ya bum]

[cacophonish]

[ 'My city.' Jeff doesn't miss that wording, and he's not sure if it speaks to an overwhelming feeling of responsibility for the place, or if it's something more... territorial.

In any case, Jeff's about to say something very deep and meaningful now. Are you ready? ]

Fucking pigs.

[ Jeff takes his hand, hauling himself up easily, practically bonelessly. ]

I'm up, I'm up. [ He stretches a little, like he's shaking his limbs loose again. ] I'm still gonna write that song, you know. About mermaids. [ And fucking. He smiles his dreamy smile, laughing at some private joke. ] 'Fishbones'...

[ Catchy name, right?? ]