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.)]

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[lethechained]

[ For her part, her experience with most of life has been secondhand. A great many memories have passed through her grasp; she's learned a lot through the recollections of other people, and seen more than enough to form her own sense of self. But her existence has almost always been limited to isolated cold white rooms, at first against her will and then as a matter of moral obligation. There's an especial loneliness in knowing exactly what you're missing.

And as unaccustomed as she is to kindness, she looks somewhat taken aback by Simon's offer. Not because her caution goes so far as to think he has some nefarious plan in mind, but because it's not every day someone takes enough interest to help her out of the goodness of their heart. (Most of the people she met before coming here didn't even have hearts.) ]

That's very kind of you, [ she responds after it's had a moment to sink in; she still sounds a mite shell-shocked, legitimate though her gratitude is. Her brow knits slightly as she recovers enough to contemplate the suggestion itself, her hands curling together. ] I am getting a little thirsty, but-- I wouldn't want to be any trouble...!

[ Even though he's the one who put forth the possibility of assisting. The rest of what he has to say is much easier for her to parse, and as such she's a bit more relaxed when she admits, her own mouth on the verge of a smile, ]

It is pretty strange. I guess maybe the person who thought we should do this is strange, too.

[ At least, the notion of such a gathering bearing any sort of resemblance to a social event intended to be fun is bizarre. On the more practical side of things, and with a soberer expression, she observes, ]

But it's good for everyone to know who else is here. At least if we've met one another, that's a little less scary. We won't all be total strangers anymore the next time something dangerous happens.

[ To his comment on friendship, she gives a small nod. That's certainly a thought she can agree to, even if she mentally applies it more to normal people than to someone like herself. Naminé's not quite as carefree as one might expect of a girl as young as she is; bemused, she adds, ]

I don't see any reason why we shouldn't look after each other, but...

[ Her eyes skate briefly over the crowd. It's still rather overwhelming, watching them all together like that. There's so much more activity than she's used to. ]

I know not everyone feels that way.

[ A lot of the Organization's members certainly didn't seem to care much for mutual goals; most of them appeared more interested in their own agendas, and that colors her expectations of others to this day. ]