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

Fran Bow + OTA

[keeperofkeys]

i. arrival
[Fran, for once, had decided to leave Mister Midnight at home. He probably wouldn't like being down by the lake anyway, and she's scared he might chase something off into the woods and get hurt.

She doesn't know anyone yet, so she walks up to the first person she sees, hand outstretched in greeting.] Hello! My name is Fran. It's nice to meet you.

ii. by the lake
[The water really does look inviting. Maybe a little unsettling, but that's surely only because she can't see the bottom. Surely.

Fran's still in her dress, but what does that matter? She kicks off her shoes and socks and runs full speed down the dock, jumping into the water with a whoop of utter delight]

iii. refreshments
[It doesn't seem like the usual party fair, but Fran won't complain. Food is food, after all! And someone was nice enough to put this all together. So she grabs a plate and starts picking out a few things to eat.]

[casner]

[ graham, passing by in pursuit of firewood, (let's assume they're along the treeline, shall we?) stops, nonplussed by a greeting that far outpaces the like, minimal nod he was going to offer, if that. he's on a mission, one of practicality, and therefore doesn't see people so much as. blips in the environment.

and yet, here they are. ]

Graham Casner.

[ he offers in relative mildness, the hand he offers back to shake with like.....twice the size of a teenage girl's; already in his head she is added to the pile of young persons (...and old ones, looking at you geralt) he will now Dad by sheer impulse. ]

You must possess an--unreasonable degree of optimism, to see anything about this situation as nice.

[ this delivered in a frenzy of pure dryness, though it can't be said to lack a certain degree of warmth. ]

[keeperofkeys]

Well, Mister Casner, I don't know if I'd call it unreasonable. It's just the way I am. I prefer to look on the bright side of things, if I can.

Usually, even in the most dire situations, there's a bright side. For instance, we're all stuck here, yes. But we're all together, and there's food, and someone had the good idea to throw a party. So really it's not so bad!

[casner]

[ if he were speaking with an adult, graham would feel no compunction whatsoever about bursting all of these bubbles re: the food isn't exactly nutritious, who knows when/if they'll get more of it, a solid half of these people appear to have no useful survival skills whatsoever, etc.

and yet. he is not, and so does not. the optimism isn't particularly enviable or ........tbh, comprehensible, but--shit, someone might as well have it. ]

You'll have to enlighten me as to why a party is a good idea.

[ he crosses his arms over his chest, still imbued with that sourceless sense of warmth. (his daughter. is that source. shut up.) convince him, fran! ]

[keeperofkeys]

To all get to know each other, of course. If we're all going to be in the same place, we should all get to know one another! And a party is an excellent way to do that.

[casner]

[ Graham raises his eyebrows with such intensity of dubiousness they fly right off his face, and now he looks super weird. And eyebrowless. ]

Whatever you're smoking, if you have any on hand I'd like to try it.

[ a pause, to let his Dad brain catch up with his Sarcasm brain. ]

Not that you should start. And if you do, you should quit.

[keeperofkeys]

I don't think it's that strange of an idea. Do you? [She frowns a little, tilting her head thoughtfully.]

I mean, it gathers everyone in one place. This way we don't have to go door to door. We can just walk right up to someone and say hello, like you and I are doing now.

[casner]

I think getting to know one another might be an occasion best combined with sobriety.

[ this is where he would get all Dad again, but like. she appears to be a young adult, he's from canada and spends the rest of his time in parts of the world where noooo one cares about a legal drinking age. ]