(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

[ployboy]

Pot, kettle.

"Uh-huh." The only one of them who may be dogged enough for this brand of curiosity would be Not-A-Cop. Tim's eyes crinkle a little bit in a quiet smile. Gotta have some things in common; he likes to be perfectly fine too. Even when he spirals.

"Exposure therapy?"

[henchgal]

"An attempt at it. On the one hand, I feel safe with everyone here. There's more than a couple people here I'd trust to protect me if things went wrong. On the other, it smells like the bay."

She shakes her head, picking up another slice of apple and dragging it through the honey. The food, the bonfire, they're all things that don't smell like the ocean. They help.

"Maybe the best thing to do is to just keep distracting myself." Like she was with Jeff. That's a distraction...

[ployboy]

He supposes the next question is, "Is it working?"

It's too easy to point out ADI's counseling center and their insistence to use it. And hadn't people abducted been subjected to examination by the medical team after, and been offered sessions? Tim figures, cruelly, he could quip about kidnapping insurance. But that's not him; he doesn't want to joke about this.

He shakes his head, hair a mess because of the hours of sea breeze. "Can't help you with distractions. I was always told the opposite, so that's what I tried to do. I thought obsessing over things was the only way to figure out how to get through them. I know it sounds counterproductive. But I think I liked deconstructing the issues."