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queenoflogs2012-06-20 12:50 pm
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Entry tags:
- ! open,
- akiha tohno | ritsu_kouyou,
- akira satou | drinkswithminors,
- dizzy | imperial_ray,
- fionna | fionna_time,
- homura akemi | heartovertime,
- jessica boyette | notvitiligo,
- lambda-11 | cobbledtogether,
- neku sakuraba | wipeoutthenoise,
- nue houjuu | undefines,
- ovelia atkascha | ofnovalue,
- sanae kochiya | is_a_good_girl,
- subaru nakajima | of_the_highest_caliber,
- tsumugi kotobuki | golden_gaytime
we're low on cash but seen another target
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.]]
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.]]