(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?



ɪ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ

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

(Please put in your top-level subject line or prompt line whether it's okay to threadjack! Just to keep things more dynamic, we encourage it!)

Comments

[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. ]

[sorser]

[Ha. He’s nearly flattered. It manifests as a scoff.]

Nice of you to say, but I wasn’t always like this. But I like the sentiment. I hope you gave that cafeteria manager what’s what and sang your heart out.

[horrifictie]

Sure as hell did! Sang that hostel to shit. It was depressing and horrible and everyone hated it. It was everything I could ever hope for.

[sorser]

[Weird thing to be proud of. That, or someone’s insanely confident to the extent of caring not one ounce.]

Is that going to be your goal during karaoke sessions in this world, too?

[horrifictie]

You better believe it, Strange.