lake party invite + mingle (open)

[channellings]

Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!



[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).

those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).

a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.

(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]

Comments

[inventoried]

[ There's a quality to Klaus that is not unfamiliar to Luke's world, which isn't a given, in this crowd. The initial flattery gets a crooked smile, a twitched shake of Luke's head, more to fend off attention of even a joking kind, gaze dropping down to the ground between them.

But then Klaus insists a bit, and Luke thinks. Thinks of what Nell would say, on his behalf. Maybe if she were here, talking for him, the way she used to. Mostly, he speaks up because he starts to feel stupid, holding onto what appears to be a crumpled box of trail mix, canned tuna, evaporated milk.

And the woods are creepy as shit. ]

Isn't it your party?

[channellings]

[nice, he didn't get shot down and luke smiled; he'll call that a win, thanks very much! even though the man looks away afterward, which makes klaus's eyebrows lift with consideration, head giving the faintest tilt. surely he isn't shy of all things? because if so, he's going to get eaten alive. what isn't so nice, however, is what luke's holding in his hands.

his food is kinda pitiful if he's being honest, but offering him more or pointing out what he has might have the adverse effect and it seems like he's actually got a chance here. best not to ruin it, after all.]

Yeah, but don't worry, ain't nobody gonna miss me if I flitter off for a little while.

[inventoried]

[ Luke's eyebrows crease cynically, like he's pretty sure someone's gonna notice a person like Klaus flittering anywhere. But he has long past gotten over being reticent at offers of assistance, and the walk won't be embarrassingly long.

So he kind of nods, a stiff motion, and starts to move with the body language of someone expecting to be kept up with. Keeping up is easy. He is rarely in any rush. ]

Haven't heard about any monsters, [ he says, ] but what's your plan if there's one?

[channellings]

[how terrific, that's an acceptance if he's ever seen one.

luke may be a little taller, but klaus's legs are pretty long, too. meaning he has no trouble keeping up and once he falls into step beside the man, he's tilting his head with consideration.]

Seriously, you haven't heard anything about monsters? [lucky for him, he didn't have those unfortunate experiences— they were awful!] For the best, really, but if we do happen across one... I'll just have to kill it.