(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

[horrifictie]

[ ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Failure] - Whoosh, right over your head. ]

I am! I even started a nightclub before I got here. A little side project while I was solving a murder. Had a lot more fun with it than the murder solving really.

[sorser]

[Harry makes it increasingly difficult to stay on a singular conversational subject, he’s realized.]

How did you have time to start a nightclub in the middle of an investigation?

[horrifictie]

Multi-tasking! I called it my subcase.

[ and there were even subcases in the subcases! ]

[sorser]

[You know what? Maybe they’ll just come back around to it.]

Sounds like you’re a professional multi-tasker. You’ll have to tell me how you do it sometime.

Disco music, though — is it popular in Revachol?

[horrifictie]

Oh, no. Disco has been dead for a long time. But it's going to return, Strange. All things, eventually, return.

[ INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Not *all* things. Some things never return. Or, some things never leave at all. ]

Anyway multi-tasking is actually super easy and not hard in the slightest. All you need... is a task list. Invest in one, it'll change your life.

[sorser]

A to-do list. Right. Don’t worry, I keep most of it in here. [He taps at a temple.

(He’s being yo-yo’d around again. He wanted to talk about disco.

He’s going to do it anyway.)

Without any transition whatsoever—]

Disco died in the eighties where I’m from. But like most music, it influenced what came after. We should find a record store sometime and see if this world’s any different.

[horrifictie]

[ LOGIC [Medium: Success] - He means eighties in relative terms. At the rate you're going, you won't make it to the eighties.
ENDURANCE [Medium: Success] - It would miraculous if you made it to next year. ]

Records? That's the fancy stuff. Everyone uses reels in my time - relatively speaking. [ he grins, the idea already giving him so many more ideas. a tree branching outward. ] You know, I can do you one better: we should go clubbing! Or, if nothing else, *karaoke*.

[sorser]

[A tree branching outward, deviating from disco — but still in the larger family of music. Stephen can work with that.]

Clubbing? [He parrots it back like it’s a joke. Can anyone imagine the Sorcerer Supreme going clubbing? Oh, sure, Strange is strange in a lot of ways — but he would still be That Guy who obviously doesn’t belong in a club, yelling over the music, vaguely annoyed when someone spills a drink on him.

Karaoke, though, is a more palpable idea.]

My vote is karaoke if I have to pick one. If you don’t know The Bee Gees, I’m going to introduce you to them.

[horrifictie]

Oh, please do! I read that this reality already had its disco period come and go, which is a shame. It seems no matter where one goes, time has already forgotten what makes life worth living.

I mean, what would our life be without the songs of a downward spiral into the abyss? That's also disco!

cw: drug mention

[sorser]

[Is it? That’s an interesting take on disco, not quite matching up to the description in his own internal memory banks.]

I thought disco was about synthesizers, dancing, and too many drugs in the seventies.

[Not that he’s a Disco Expert or anything. But he has a lot of useless music information rattling around up there.]

[horrifictie]

That's definitely part of disco, no doubt! But what is *behind* the sparkling sequins, the spinning orb, the need for release? What is the root?

The answer, when you give it thought, is obvious: oblivion, inferno, the bridge between life and death. To embrace the knowledge that we are all temporary and finite.

[ INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - It's so obvious! How can he not see it?
LOGIC [Godly: Success] - It is, actually, not obvious in the slightest.
RHETORIC [Legendary: Success] - What exactly *are* you talking about again? ]

[sorser]

[No… nope. Still none of that sounds like disco as he knows it.]

Pretty nihilistic for bell bottoms and platform shoes. Is “oblivion” the sort of thing you want out of your music? Other genres come to mind.

[horrifictie]

[ CONCEPTUALIZATION [Challenging: Success] - For *sorcerer* with the last name *Strange*, his conceptualization is in a very sorry state. ]

I'm going to need you to get on my level, man. You're a sorcerer named Doctor Strange. You need to look past the platform shoes, really internalize what goes on behind the groove.

[ somewhere, back in his reality, he hopes egghead lets out a YEAAAGGHH for the effort he's putting in. ]

[sorser]

[Well, is that a challenge? He’d like to think he’s not lacking in the conceptualization department.]

Ever consider that your perspective might be wrong? Conceptualize this: the sound of disco isn’t oblivion, but color, as bright as a lit dance floor. Color reflected in the universe itself, the opposite of temporary and finite, but endless. Continuous and alive.

[horrifictie]

[ CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Now that's more like it. This is the talk of a man who has breached through reality and seen beyond.
INLAND EMPIRE [Challenging: Success] - But need the two be mutually exclusive? ]

But are our perspectives really mutually exclusive? I don't think so. Maybe disco is color, the infinite, but death is a far more infinite concept than life. So, it could be that disco is the colored light that illuminates the blackness of oblivion.

[sorser]

[He has to hand it to him, that’s a difficult point to refute.]

Duality, balance? Death giving life meaning, disco only magnificent because, eventually, the song ends?

[Stephen twists his mouth, jokingly feigning skepticism, considering it reflects his own beliefs.]

I don’t know. It’s a little trite.

[horrifictie]

[ RHETORIC [Challenging: Success] - I'm sensing bait being tossed your way, hooked on a line. ]

Life is only as worth living as death is worth staving off. And what better way to stave it off than dance?

[sorser]

[He chuckles a little, dropping the skeptical facade.]

Well said. Except I agreed to karaoke, not dancing — just to be clear.

[horrifictie]

Strange - Stephen - you have to do a little bit of both when you're expressing the vastness of your soul. Preferably drunk.

[sorser]

Or just more of one to make up for the other.

[He is not dancing like a fool unless he is very, very drunk.]

Can’t have the best of both worlds all the time.

[horrifictie]

Wrong. You can have the best of everything if you believe in your cause, and don't let anything get in the way. Not cafeteria managers telling you not to sing, or the crowd that doesn't want to hear you, and *definitely* no women who think you're a washed up loser.

[sorser]

And I’m sure there’s no reason at all why that sounds very, very specific.

[horrifictie]

[ there's quiet, a long pause, then harry blinks. ]

Strange... you too?

[ he's not so alone in this universe after all. ]

[sorser]

[What…..no, wait.]

Not in that exact combination, no. No cafeteria managers and no unwilling crowds. Though I’m sure someone’s called me as a washed up loser at some point.

[When he was broke and unable to practice. Pretty terrible to be around.]

One out of three isn’t too bad.

[horrifictie]

You? Strange, you are the *opposite* of washed up. You are clean and handsome. A doctor and a sorcerer. Don't let them get to you. Haters can be so jealous.

[ a nod, solemn, awed at his own wisdom. ]