The Beach, Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

It was the end of the term. A bunch of people Dante knew were leaving. Others were staying, but they still deserved a decent send-off to the summer. Besides, screw it, they'd all earned a distraction. So after sending text messages to a whole bunch of people on the island, Dante pulled on a pair of black and red swim trunks (hey, Isabela had asked), bought a cheap one-use barbecue... thing and a ton of meat, and made his way down to the beach.

Picked up a lost volleyball on the way, too.

And okay, if he could rope someone else into manning the barbecue, he would. But right now, he'd set it up, get a nice fire going, and then fantasize about Iz and Ada playing beach volleyball.

[[ wait for the ocd up! dante's ICly invited only those who know who they are, but it's a public party on a public beach, the more the merrier! eta: some use of weed in the comments. ]]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[crimson_sister]

Today Lucille ignored that the CD player refused to play the music she chose. She was practicing being patient. Or rather, she had discovered headphones, which meant she could play any electrical instrument she liked without having to suffer through the choices of the CD player.

The CD player countered by increasing the volume, so Lucille did the same. The music could probably be heard out on the street.

[Open!]

Caritas - Wednesday Evening

[sarcasm-duh.livejournal.com]

It was your typical Wednesday night at Caritas.

"God damn it Tino! Quit playing Pokemon or the only balls you'll have left will be the silicone ones they give cancer victims!"

Tino was being lazy.

"Ugh. That's disgusting. Where do we keep the Febreze?"

The zombies just had a fresh layer of duct tape put on.

"Hey. I got an idea."

And Archer was about to do something stupid. Which involved a sign out front which said:

Ladies Trivia Night!
Stump the Bartender and get a free shot of Tequila!

Yep. This would end well.

Book Haven, Wednesday, 08/24

[not_a_moonie]

Alana wanted to get to Dante's beach party, but she couldn't stop herself from lingering in the shop a little later than she normally did. It was, after all, her last shift after almost three years in the shop.

She felt like she had a story for every inch of the shelves. The cookbooks that sometimes smelled like food; the romances that got very uncomfortable to be around when sex pollen was in the air. The crossword puzzle books that she'd caught filling themselves in more than once.

She made one last round of the aisles, checked her locker to make sure she'd cleared out all of her stuff, and then headed for the door. she was almost there before she felt an unusual weight around the hems of her jeans and looked down to find books sticking to her, as if they were covered in velcro. When she tried to pull them off, they just clung tighter.

"This --" she said, stomping until the booskfinally fell free -- "is way too symbolic, come on."

[OOC: Late but open!]