(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]

Tim shakes his head. "I don't think you're going to find a lot of opposition."

There's always going to be someone who will oppose. That someone isn't going to be Tim Drake.

"It couldn't have been easy."

[abrightboy]

“Calling 911 on my father? Emotionally, no. It wasn’t. I looked up to him. …To what I thought he was, anyway. But it had logistical difficulties, too, because he was chloroforming me to make me forget the things I saw,” he reveals. “There were some indeterminate number of weeks between finding a woman in a trunk in our basement and my 911 call that I still only remember fragments of to this day.”

[ployboy]

That's horrific. Tim's well versed in exposure and understanding and sympathy to the trauma of others-- all Bats are. The mask always helps, though. It's always less personal.

"I'm sorry."

God, it sounds so cheap, doesn't it? Tim's made a good effort at keeping stoic, distant. But he can't now. Malcom talks like he'd been a kid-- a really young kid. And Tim doesn't know what a perfect family is but at least he never-- "I know you've heard it before, because you have... Lieutenant Arroyo, and he cares about you. But nothing your father did, to you, your family, and to others, is your fault. You did a lot of good. You've been through a lot."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods. "Gil told me I was a hero. But. I always felt like I should have figured it out sooner," he admits. He looks over sidelong. "I always felt like I could have saved more people."

And that's why he does what he does.