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What day of the week was it? Who knew! Who cared! The important thing was it was the 31st, and everything else was officially next year's problem.

The bar was done up in a ridiculous amount of Christmas lights, which when paired with the usual metallic balloons and streamers, made for pretty good mood lighting. And sure, the mechanical bull still looked like sort of a lit up monstrosity but it added a certain something to the place.

SPECIALS
Confetti Champagne
Resolution Cocktail
Cranberry Gin Fizz
Frozen Espresso Martini
Apple Cider Spritz Mocktail
Peppermint Eggnog (alcoholic or non!)

Come one, come all, close out the year with significant others, friends, acquaintances, total strangers, and fun hats and glasses!

heroic_jawline

The ballroom was positively sparkling with glitter and the light off of the brand new chandelier for the occasion. (Which should really come as a surprise to no one considering how many chandeliers they'd cycled on through for previous events.)

In preparation to the many amateur skaters they were anticipating, the half-sized walls around the skating rink--now located below the chandelier and taking up three quarters of the normal ballroom space--were well-padded.

There were drinks and appetizers and plenty of good music ready for people to come in and have a fun evening out if they were so inclined! Time to roller disco!

imafuturist

The Waffle House was a mysterious thing, arriving on island only in times of great need. Like when a number of people might be very, very. very hungover.

That was why Tony was slumped over on a sticky, poorly washed table, waiting for another cup of weak coffee and much too greasy potatoes with a single slice of barely melted American cheese on them.

Like a real champ.

[so open]

heroic_jawline

Guests would step off of the elevator into flowers strung artfully from the ceiling and leading them into the ballroom.

And yes, the ballroom had a new chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling because Tony was Tony, but at least this one smelled really nice and Steve wouldn't have to find another art museum to donate it to.

The rest of the space was decorated like Tony had told extremely expensive decorators to use too many flowers, with only slight attention paid to what was in season as opposed to what looked dramatic. "How many orchids did they use?" Steve was muttering as he walked around giving a last minute check to the food and drinks.

"A perfectly normal amount," Tony said, smiling beatifically, waiting to great their guests. Because he enjoyed all the flowers. Maybe they actually needed more.

Steve plucked a white flower from the many, many, many to choose from and added it to this lapel. "Well, at least no one will be confused about the theme."

Welcome to the party, everyone! Show off your outfits and your hats!

drumsticksandd20s

Had it rained overnight, even just for a moment? That might be a mystery forever, but this was Fandom, so maybe that didn't matter one damn bit because the important thing here was that a huge, brilliant rainbow arced through the sky over the island right on schedule, the way it did every year for Pride.

The park itself was also a wild array of rainbow colors: strings of pennants in the various flag color combinations criss-crossing over the picnic table area, a giant multicolored balloon arch over the stage, and the same rainbow bounce house and inflatable slide from last year, still forming the centerpiece of the carnival section and spilling out into a ballpit. The other carnival rides and games were arranged around the slide, with the tables and booths just beyond that.

Up on stage, a small rotation of ~~NPC~~ bands -- including a bunch of the weekly Blood Bowl players from the Magpie Emporium, whose volunteering had been a delightful surprise -- took turns playing short sets, mixed in with blocks of carefully curated tunes spun by Steph herself at the DJ setup off to one side... and time for karaoke or open mic performances from anyone intrepid enough to get up there. Half the time, Steph was sitting in on drums with the bands.

Happy Pride, Fandom!

[OOC: Threads are up, have at!]

bigdamnprincipal

Surely you haven't had enough time with your visitors. Even if you have, you don't want to send them on their way without breakfast, right? Coffee makes everything better, even familial awkwardness.

begmetwice

The store was decorated to the nines, if Irene said so herself.

The glitter floating in the air gave the room a romantic, sparkling touch, along with a magicked scented candle that somehow managed to permeate the whole shop. Every surface was decorated with vases of steel roses along with normal, red ones, and a few petals for effect here and there. There was a neat little bar off to one side, staffed by a completely moddable NPC bartender that Irene had hired from the mainland and well-stocked with themed drinks for the evening.

But you didn't come to a party in a sex store to admire the bar, did you?

Tables draped with clean white linen and red and pink satin accents were distributed through the store with displays on them -- massage oils near the entrance, vibrators, plugs and dildos up in the middle, and the more intense gear towards the back. Naturally, some of those steel roses were laid out artfully amongst the toys, again along with some regular red ones. Near to the entrance was a table with a large glass fishbowl and a stack of little slips of paper, so that guests could enter to win one of several door prizes.

And finally, there were a few suction-cupped arrows stuck to the flat surfaces around, and if you were a sneaky sort of person, you might have been able to find the bows Irene had stashed around the shop, too. She didn't really want to encourage shooting at one another, but, you know. Curious people should be rewarded.

[~~please hold for threads!~~ and we're a go! all adults are invited!]

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