(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

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[forethinking]

ɪ. ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪʟʟ

(In jeans and a t-shirt, Ren's busy today. Both him and Wanda pre-made most of the food, and now, just the actual grilling part. Ren doesn't quit it for a moment in the early hours of the barbecue, having worked in a cafe causing him to become quite good at multitasking - even if this is the first time he's cooked this much, for these many people at once. He's rather excited, and there's no space in his mind for apprehension or anxiety - he's got to flip this, season that, double-check whether everyone's got whatever they need.

Maybe it's time to tell him to slow down a little, but he guarantees that if anything, at most he'd like company. He might not be so chatty, but it's always nice to hear someone talk or even share tips on how to make things more efficient. The entire time, Ren has a gentle smile on his lips. At some point, Ren's forsaking the glasses only because they were getting greased and nasty - have you ever seen someone go from delicate and sweet to very fierce in a second?

Now you have.)

ɪɪ. ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ!

(Later, after everyone's satisfied, Ren lets go of the grill, changes his clothes to swimming trunks and under the water, he goes. It's refreshing to the hotness of his skin from the fire, and he looks like a new person once he's out of it. One can come to play with him on the water, he'll be more than careful and alert due to the last time he's stepped foot on the beach, so as long as there are people swimming, he's keeping his eye locked on the ocean.

After he's out of it though, a new shirt covers his body, and the glasses return to his face, clean and pristine, amen. He can be seen in a circle, and he spins the bottle in the center of it, a smile coming to his lips when the bottle lands between him and another person.)

Truth.

(Nobody knows each other enough to go with a dare or a complicated truth question, he supposes, so it's a good start here, right?)

ɪɪɪ. ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴍ

(... Sure, a bonfire, right? He doesn't know how to make a bonfire, he looked up the requirements on Google, and somehow, he expected himself to totally know how to light a nice bonfire because that's totally how it works when you're just a little conceited, right?

So he's pacing, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as he scrolls up and down his phone on the search page. Help??

One may catch him mid-Googling crisis, or later on. He refuses to take a tent, and since it was his idea, he'd also prefer it if he could keep an eye on everyone as they sleep peacefully either out on the beach or inside a more cozy place. This is one's opportunity to catch him alone, if they so wish.)

ɪᴠ. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

(It's a barbecue-bonfire! Everyone's welcome to threadjack any of my threads, I'd absolutely love it. Feel free to throw anything my way, but if you'd like to discuss, I can be found at jade#2897 or at newmeatjb!)

II

[writetheway]

[Does she know Ren super well? Know? But Monika is a teenager and she knows how to play this game. Her smile, normally sweet, takes on just a bit of a more sinister look. Or maybe it's the light...? It can't be that she's drunk--she hasn't touched the alcohol. She's not old enough, it would be so irresponsible!

Of course, she's not going to be too on the nose about anything. That wouldn't be fun. Anyway, she doesn't know if what she's thinking about is actually true, just that--]

So, do you have a crush on anyone who's here right now? [Well, she has noticed that there's someone Ren does seem to know well.]

[forethinking]

(The game is Truth or Dare, and he's not going to cheat on it in any way. It wouldn't be fun the other way around either, and Ren knows a few people well enough that being truthful wouldn't exactly be on the nose as of now.

With an embarrassed smile, Ren laughs a little before he shrugs and nods. She asked a 'yes' or 'no' question, so that's the extent of what she'll get!)

I do.

[writetheway]

[Monika is visibly delighted by this information.] But you're not gonna tell me who, huh? I wonder if they know!

[She isn't expecting to get an answer about that, either, but listen. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.]

[forethinking]

Absolutely not.

(But it could be anybody, really! Perhaps Ren's usual niceness can be mistaken by flirting, can't it?)

Truth or dare?

[writetheway]

Mmm... [Well, her secrets aren't the kind of thing that you just stumble over.] Truth!

[forethinking]

What about you? Do you have a crush here?

(This conversation is absurdly teenage-like, but he's having fun. What else do you ask in moments like these? )

[writetheway]

Not yet. [She sounds kind of disappointed about that fact, actually.] But there's plenty of cute people here, so we'll see! [WINK. But she's clearly teasing.]

III

[littlegentleman]

[Luckily for Ren, the child of the ADI is here to help! Junior spends long enough watching from a distance to realize that he's struggling with getting the fire started before he begins to gather supplies and heads over. A combination of his own history plus the learning he did at the survival orientation makes this a simple enough task--at least in theory, and without a word Junior kneels down to start piling down his collection of driftwood and dried seaweed, adjusting the pieces of wood in a way that's most logical for encouraging the fire to take to the kindling.]

Do you have a lighter?

[If not, he supposes he'll see if they can use the friction method of getting things started, though this isn't something he's quite so confident doing.]

[forethinking]

(Ren is a little busy, scrambling through endless scrolling in utter confusion. How much fuel is too much fuel? How much is too little? If he just tosses alcohol and a lighter on it, would it work? Many questions, few safe answers.

Until Junior comes around. The ADI child!)

Hey, Junior. How do you know how to do this?

[littlegentleman]

Not really.

[In theory, yes. He's always been exceptional at picking up skills.]

It might be a bit trickier on a beach like this, but we can figure it out. Here, the fire should have an easier time taking in a structure like this one.

[forethinking]

Can you help me google something useful?

(Because either Ren's stupid (possible) or the Internet isn't on his side (possible).

Well, leave it to Junior, he has faith in the little boy and the lighter he hands proves it.)

[littlegentleman]

Try "best beach bonfire setup" or "bonfire tips".

[He's not much of a Googler, admittedly, since he's just a little behind the times, but at least it's still a term that exists for him. As Ren takes on that task, Junior takes the lighter and carefully sets it to some of the seaweed he'd collected. It takes just a moment before it begins to crackle, and Junior is careful to keep his hands away from it as he waits to see if the kindling lasts long enough to take to the logs.]

Keeping it roaring will likely be the biggest challenge.

I

[bossyboiler]

[ Kate approaches with a singular carrot-cake cupcake on a plate. Don't worry. She's not evil. There are no raisins inside! ]

I thought I might be able to spoil your dinner. Don't worry. I brought more than one for the party.

[forethinking]

(He hasn't met her, but he does remember a new acquaintance promising cupcakes, so it must be this one!)

I'm sure they're lovely.

(He's not exactly a sweets lover, but he takes a bite before interjecting:)

Mhm! Pretty good.

[bossyboiler]

[ Kate beams a smile. She appreciates a well-earned compliment. ]

Thank you. I made a few different flavors. It's so hard to know what will please a big crowd.


((OOC: I never got a notif for this! I'm so sorry. Feel free to ignore! ))

[forethinking]

Sweets are not my expertise.

(So, really, he appreciates it that she's brought some.)

I made a lot, too.

[bossyboiler]

Oh. I should have asked your preference or I would have brought a strawberry one over. It's not as a sweet as the others.

[ Because Kate had made those how she liked them herself. ]

I think we'll go through it all and hey, who doesn't appreciate left overs?

[forethinking]

That's the plan -- feed everyone for a week.

(There's a laugh before Ren beckons her over to grab her a plate. She's free to take whatever she'd like!)

iv

[simulatio]

[In spite of everything, or perhaps because of everything, the cheery little get-together at the bonfire is a pleasant reminder that there are others here who are aware of what's going on. That for once in his godforsaken life, he isn't completely alone.

He's contemplating that strange turn of fate as he stares into the bonfire late in the evening, late enough that it could more accurately be called morning. His swim trunks have long since dried as he sat listening to crackle of the bonfire and the ambient murmur of others far enough away not to make out any specifics, but close enough to know that there are still people in his periphery, and his unbuttoned light shirt billows gently in the breeze.

The sound of approaching footsteps on sand catches his attention, and he glances sideways to see Ren coming closer.]

Quite the little get-together you've arranged, [he observes, gaze flicking across the other boy's face.] Though you look like you've something on your mind.

[forethinking]

I have to talk to you.

(And God knows why he stopped there for a few seconds. It's not on purpose that he wants to see that slight tinge of anxiety on Akechi, considering the latest development between them, and it feels more like an unconscious, unnoticed urge than something he's doing with full awareness. Ren himself hasn't changed back into his jeans, swimming trucks, and shirtless as he finds a seat next to the other.)

I've been considering something.

[simulatio]

[Ren pauses, and Akechi goes very still, a little spike of anxiety stabbing through his heart that he can't quite explain. He tenses slightly, the expression of contentment fading away as he waits to see if Ren will explain himself. Whatever it is, is must be serious. Perhaps he's having second thoughts about the time they shared together...?

Whatever it is, it takes conscious effort not to tense as Ren sits next to him, instead affecting his feigned nonchalance as he draws one knee in to his chest, resting his elbow atop it and his chin in his hand.]

Well, don't leave me in suspense.

[forethinking]

We don't see eye to eye on this sort of thing, but I've decided something important.

(Why does it feels absolutely delicious to see that twitch in Akechi's expression? He didn't mean to make him anxious, or even think Ren doesn't want him anymore.

It's not fair to Akechi. It feels like an internal fight between the part of him who wants to increase it by being cryptic, and the part of him who would never cause Akechi any pain. With a sigh, the latter wins.)

My work is not done. I'm taking up vigilantism again.

[simulatio]

[His eyes narrow as Ren continues being cryptic, the anxiety fading away into irritation as he waits for him to just fucking get on with it already. Though when he does, Akechi doesn't respond immediately, his eyes narrowing as he studies Ren's face with a frown.]

How so?

[forethinking]

Too much crime on the streets. Too much happening. I can't close my eyes to it.

(That simple. He'll deal with the entities, he's shot God. He can do it.)