we're low on cash but seen another target

[adelicateflame]

Characters: Open to Everyone
Date: June 20th
Summary: A beach party.
Warnings: Just drop us a line if anything gets saucy, please.
Quick Nav: Mingle | Food | Fun | Dancing | Concert


My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup

It is clear and balmy in the Gardens when Wednesday evening rolls around. The northern solstice, Spring burgeoning into Summer, but it is always beautiful here, except when the Queen loses her temper or makes another rash decision. There are insects singing in the trees, and all the paths that head to the beach seem to have been lined with flowers and torches, leading the way down to the waterfront. From what looks like a severed ships mast, a pirate flag dances in the breeze at the center of the area, beckoning visitors.

The scene is set, a wide swatch of beach ringed with flickering wooden torches, music being played by a skeleton crew, the rest of their shipmates standing at attention, waiting to serve and to dance. They rattle and smile, and although it does not seem they can speak, they can most certainly laugh. It looks like a party. It just needs a few partygoers to liven things up. The inflatible sea monsters waiting on the sand aren't having much fun on their own. Some of the other decorations are a bit more questionable, fetishes of bones and feathers and beads.

But there are drinks, if you need some help loosening up. Each of the glasses grins like a jolly skull. Maybe you don't have much choice about drinking, everything's spiked and it smells like some of the food was cooked in alcohol as well. There is a great bubbling cauldron of stew churning over an open flame and set up down the center of a long string of wooden tables there's a great bounty to be had. Seafood of all kind: tentacled and shelled and exotic. Perhaps something you've missed from home? Some still bear their head and eyes, appendages stirring fitfully. Freshest is best, of course. Maybe you should toss your favorites into the pot.

At the very end of the arrangement, there's a number of desserts, the dishware all gleaming gold, but dented terribly from years of abuse. The largest of which is a fluffy white-frosted cake. Don't worry, there's plenty of booze in the batter. Below are bowls of candied figs, orange slices, puddings, sticky treats filled with nuts and honey, chocolate and rum bonbons, marshmallows to be roasted. Don't hold back.

When you're through - (or along the way?) - there are plenty of amusements besides dancing and small talk. A row of large wooden dartboards, sets of knives as well as a sign outlinging scoring and challenges (Why don't you close your eyes and throw over your shoulder? Maybe you should challenge someone to mubletypeg instead.) There's a sturdy pinata to be bashed open, a row of coals in the sand to be braved by novice firewalkers. Perhaps you could convince someone into that dunking booth?

[[ooc; Please enjoy and feel free to be creative about what accouterments might go along with a pirate themed bash, we really don't mind. Skeletons will be milling about to serve/etc, and all games/etc have hand-painted signs with instructions.]]

Comments

dancing

[adelicateflame]

[ X seeking Y? Saving that dance for a special ~someone~? A skeleton will dance with you, if you're really desperate, so get moving! ]

Re: dancing

[fionna_time]

Recovering from her embarrassment earlier, Fionna is ready to get back in the groove. For now she has her weird bathing suit on, and is keeping up a fierce half step with a skeleton.

Re: dancing

[fionna_time]

That was fun, but it was time for Fionna to actually do the real thing. She was remembering all that Ahika had told her earlier (including to not EVER mention she learned her dancing from her to begin with) and led her new girlfriend to the middle of the floor, a slow song playing.

"I'll lead, ok?"

[gentlecuteside]

"O-okay," Amamiya consented. She placed her hands on Fionna's shoulders, her face bright red. "This is right, right?"

[fionna_time]

Fionna gazed at Amamiya, giving her a lopsided grin. "I don't think it could not be more ok right now, dude. It's perfect."

And she moved (one two three one two three), taking the girl and leading jer gently, eyes on them and Fionna not caring.

[drinkswithminors]

-If nothing else, all those years watching Michael Jackson music videos were paying off. Akira, after all, was a smooth criminal...-

[starofpleiades]

Ah, Akiraaaa~

[Two things one might notice about Kazumi as she runs up to Akira, waving her hand. One, she's. Not very big, her age a lot more apparent than it was over the vine. Two, she's obviously more than a little smashed, given she can not seem to make it to her in a straight line.]

Aww, no suit? Heheh, though that bikini's really nice!

[Kazumi's swimsuit is basically her costume, minus the cape and hat.]

[drinkswithminors]

-Akira figures she just might be like that Ibarazaki girl... Or not. Either way, she won't turn her away. Yet. But she looks a bit gone for dancing, Akira reaching to steady her.-

Careful there, sweetheart.

[starofpleiades]

Whoops, thanks...

[She leans into her arm and manages to straighten up a bit, only swaying slightly now she's not dashing across the beach.]

I think I ate too much... [Which would be a first, but wow, she's never felt like this before...]

[cleaningstop]

[And a certain gatekeeper is now staring at you, fixated by this utterly strange and foreign dance routine.

It looks like fun, though!]

Where did you learn to dance like that?

[drinkswithminors]

Music videos, my amazon queen. Care to dance?

[cleaningstop]

[Music... videos? What are these musical videos you speak of.

... what's a video?]

A d-dance? Um... alright. Yes, I'd be happy to!

[snake_tailed]

[Rumia watched in amusement at Akira's dancing for a few minutes before offering a small wave.]

Hello again!

[drinkswithminors]

Yo! Ready for that dance, sweet thing?

[snake_tailed]

Of course. I've been looking forward to this!

[jemerite]

[ Somewhere along the way, Zinc has been lured towards the group of dancing people, maybe encouraged by the laughing bojangles. It looks like she might be having an alright time of it. She wouldn't mind sharing a dance with someone else, however. She is a very lazy dancer though. ]

[mnementomori]

[Xion is drawn to the crowd as well, curiously. She's danced with Sora at other parties here, but this one seems entirely different. That, and it's rare to see Zinc out and about.]

You like dancing?

[jemerite]

[She actually looks slightly embarrassed as she turns to face Xion, but doesn't draw away from her skeleton friend.]

Sometimes.

[She's not quite sure what to say about it. She used to like to go to warehouse parties. Flashing lights and loud electronic music, inebriated people all pressed together in a big sweaty, heaving mass where no one cared or noticed too much if they were touched. She liked to pick people up at places like that. Use them, ditch them, rinse and repeat.]

...She wanted to.

[mnementomori]

[Xion glances at Zinc's dance partner curiously.]

Oh...I'm sorry. Did I interrupt?

It's just, you don't usually come to places with a lot of people like this. Are you doing okay?

[esoteric_rose]

[And Grell's found her way to the dancing, creeping up behind the skeleton and tapping it gently on the shoulder.]

Mind if I cut in?

[jemerite]

[Zinc's eyes widen just a little. This is... the first time she has seen some of these women since the faeries let her loose from the virus. She finds herself very uncertain of what to do with them, if they will be angry at her. She doesn't really have any apologies to offer.

The skeletons are all here to serve, and will do whatever is requested of them, which leaves Zinc looking uncertain and a little nervous.]

Hello, Grell.

[esoteric_rose]

Hello, Zinc.

[She still smiles like she would if none of it had happened, because to her? It was nothing to be ashamed of. It happened, and she still found Zinc interesting enough to dance with.]

Have you been well?

[grandtheftmecha]

Katina seeking whoever. She's not saving it for anyone, just sort of skirting around the edge of the group looking for anyone who is otherwise unoccupied to drag off to the center.

[spacejumping]

Unoccupied? Samus certainly fits that that description, and will most certainly not be doing any dancing of her own unless coaxed by someone else.

[grandtheftmecha]

A fellow blond, in a red bikini, would be glad to help out and coax Samus a little. Grinning, she slides up to Samus, reaching for her hand, but not too suddenly or quickly. "Don't be a wallflower!"