apocalypsehowcomm | (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?

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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.

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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!

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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.

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“They don’t hold me responsible,” he confirms softly. “I hold me responsible.”

"For all the gods' sake, why?" Her tone lowers. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

“Someone has to make it right. It will never be him. He’s not sorry,” Malcolm explains.

"And how are you going to make it right?"

"By stopping people like him. By saving every life I can save," he tells her.

He means it. It will never be enough, as long as he has breath.

She believes him. "That's a noble goal, Mister Bright but what keeps you from seeing killers everywhere?" What Kate is inferring is how does he keep his sanity and not accuse everyone of murder most foul?

One corner of Malcolm's mouth tips upwards. He gestures to his face in a vague sort of way.

"I know what they look like," he promises.

"You think I'm on that path," Kate counters. She's not a killer, she knows it. But she had hurt that Mime. Does she regret it? No. She regrets being caught not for punishment but because it makes her feel guilty. Kate doesn't like the feeling.

"And just because your father was one, doesn't mean that you're on it either."

"I haven't tormented anyone for fun yet; I'm more worried about you than about me," Malcolm tells her.

"I haven't done it again and you do not know what it is like to have these feelings and thoughts run rampant in your head. Some of them are not even my own." Does he think this is easy? He has no idea.

"The ones that aren't yours are the ones I'm concerned about," he insists. "You need to go to ADI and get help. They must know what this is."

"And what help could they possibly provide? You've seen them. They've said don't do it. They've never offered any help before and they have to know that some of us have powers. What makes you think it would end well?"

"If they can help you to block out the urges or stop using your powers, then they can halt whatever this is in its tracks. What do you think not ending well looks like?" he asks.

"My death," she is matter-of-fact about it. "Outside of ADI, who knows that I'm here? I have no documentation save for what they provided. I'm expendable and easy to get rid of."

"And if you kill somebody? Where does that land on the spectrum of good to bad endings?" he asks.

"Will you please stop suggesting that? I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm not going to hurt anyone else."

"I hope that's true," he tells her. "I'd really like it to be true."

"It is true," Kate replies because it has to be true. She wants it to be true and doesn't that mean something?

Well, he's not convinced, but he'll leave it at that.

"Good," he tells her, taking a bite of apple. "That's good."

"Have you bothered anyone else with this?"

"Like who?" he asks curiously.

Her response is immediate, "ADI."

"Why would I do that?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"For the amount of shit you gave me that night, I thought you would have."

“I was trying to help you. Turning you in doesn’t really accomplish that. Maybe that will change if you become a real threat to people, but… you can still choose otherwise,” he tells her.

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