[ location: bronte beach ] let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise.

[theextras.livejournal.com]

Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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[herotypical]

Buffy Summers has to step back and look upon this endeavor with pride. She has wreaked so much destruction in her so-far-so-short life; to see something so bordering right on the cusp of actual, non-horrific fun? It feels her with a kind of personal pride that she hasn't felt outside the realm of slaying for quite a long while.

She digs her toes into the sand and adjusts the knot of her long, beachy-appropriate sarong. And then she confidently joins the social fray, grabbing an iced tea before looking for friends and family to share the fourth with.

[slayersidekick]

Willow heads over to Buffy as soon as she's got the fireworks all set up and out of the way. They're protected so they can't be accidentally set off early. But her friend needs to know, so Willow's searching.

"Hey! I got the fireworks ready!"

later on when this fire is an ember;

[undoing.livejournal.com]

As to be expected, Angel is not dressed properly for a beach party. The promise he made to Buffy was to show up and attempt to have a good time, not to dress for the occasion. At least he was sensible enough to leave his trademark long, black coat at the hotel as to not give himself a heat stroke. He'd passed out from that once in hell and if it hadn't been for the dragon, the demons he'd been fighting at the time would've taken advantage of that.

He no longer has inherent stealth on his side, but he no longer gives off vampire vibes, either. Not while glitched like this, so he's unsure of whether or not him coming up behind Buffy like this will startle the Slayer or not.

"Hey."

a good excuse to be a bad influence on you;

[stacked]

Shock of all shocks: Faith Lehane owns a bathing suit. And it's a one piece. Don't even ask.

...She has jeans and a wife beater over it, though, so at least the entire world isn't topsy turvy. She's also consuming a bag of chips she stole off a table.

"You invite all the creepy people, or they just gatecrash?" Says the gatecrasher.

[slayersidekick]

Willow has been looking forward to this since the moment she first heard about it. A beach party is just what everyone needs. She's got the fireworks all ready - they're currently out of the way behind a big force barrier so no one can accidentally set them off early - and now she's hanging out either by the water, in the water, or on a blanket in the sun. She's been looking for people she knows, though the sight of all those Extras gives her the chills. She's making sure to stay far away from them. Creepy buggers.

[ladyofrohirrum.livejournal.com]

Eowyn had followed some of the Extras to the beach. She had heard of someone planning a celebration of some sort there, and she decided to go. Of course, the Lady of Rohan didn't think this was any time to celebrate anything, but the chances of meeting more people to add to her rather short list of allies was something she couldn't pass up. Besides, Eowyn had never seen the ocean. It was tempting to go just to see the beauty of it.

Unfortunately, the fact that the Extras were there put a bit of a damper on things, but she could ignore them. When Eowyn got to the sandy shore, she took off her slippers and carried them with her. She walked towards the waves and came up to the more lively people. The ones who looked to be intelligent beings and not zombies anyway. She stopped short next to a red-haired girl she had seen on a video when she had first arrived. She gazed at her, then looked up and stared at everyone else. Why were they so....naked? Eowyn blushed and looked down, finally addressing the young woman close to her.

"Why is it everyone wears so little? Are you not ashamed?"

[molecules]

Piper smiles as she approaches Willow, glad to see someone she knows loitering along the beach. The Extras - who she doesn't quite know are Extras - are creeping her out slightly. She's never seen them before, and yet, they don't give off the vibe many of the residents in the city do. When she approaches Willow, she shields her eyes with a hand to the forehead fromt he sun, and grins, "Having some fun in the sun?"

the ocean breathes salty;

[aintnoconvict]

[ Glitch was a native of a land-locked kingdom, so he didn't have much - or indeed any - experience with oceans. still he came prepared: all sunblocked-up and behatted and toting a picnic basket. and a frisbee.

good times. ]


ooc: I'm not feeling espeically prosey right now, but that is subject to change. feel free to reply in whatever format.

the ocean breathes salty;

[slayersidekick]

[ one witch plus one zipperhead equals.... who knows. as soon as she spots glitch, willow heads on over with a wave. ]

Glitch!

the ocean breathes salty;

[molecules]

[ Piper sees him, smiling at the things he's brought along with him. She approaches, smile on her face and hands in the pockets of her shorts. ] It's nice to know someone's come prepared for a little dry fun. [ She nods to the frisbee. ]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

[DG didn't have any experience of the ocean either, having been born in a land locked kingdom and raised in a land locked state. But she was naturally curious and, by the time Glitch reached the beach, DG was already paddling in the shallow water.

She splashed her way out to greet him when he approached, brushing her hair - damp with spray - out of her face.]

[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

Brennan doesn't usually bother much with parties, or going to the beach. Today, however, she's making an exception - the weather is too nice to spend indoors and honestly, she could use the change. Besides, a gathering like this is always a good chance to observe the crowd, the anthropologist in her pinged by the idea of people-watching.

Tucking her hands into the pockets of her cotton shorts, Brennan gazes at the people milling about curiously. Angela would enjoy a party like this, she suddenly thinks with a touch of wistfulness. So would Booth. Much as Brennan takes comfort in the fact that her friends are back home where they belonged, she still misses them.

On a whim, she takes off her flip-flops and digs her toes into the hot sand, smiling with an almost child-like glee at the sensation. Inhaling the salty air, she straightens and takes a few moments to admire the rolling surf before moving onward.

watching the clouds roll by;

[cametolife]

Liz didn't exactly have the fondest of memories of parties, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from attending this one. While she doubted she'd ever warm up to Taxon itself, she'd warmed up to the people trapped here with her a lot. There was no harm in socializing and attending an event that was so normal in contrast to the other things they'd been through as of late. People just being people for a change. She liked the sound of that.

She scans the beach for someone she recognizes, not too keen on standing by idly waiting for someone to talk to her first - or one of the natives to try and converse with her. The Extras still weirded her out. Spotting a familiar face, Liz jogged on over to her. "Dr. Brennan!"

[honoraryhobo.livejournal.com]

Dusk is still a ways off when Dick arrives at the beach. He catches a whiff of the ocean before he sees it, feels the dip in temperature. Then there it is: an endless stretch of blue.

He kicks off his shoes and makes a mad dash for the water, arms pumping, the sand giving under his feet. He wades just deep enough for the waves to lick at ankles, then turns and races back to the hot sand.

[Location]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

Long is some distance back, letting one excited small Whitman charge ahead and romp around the beach like a dog might under similar circumstances. He's not entirely certain what the protocols for taking children on beach outings might be, but common sense has served him well enough so far. Dick has assured him he knows how to swim, which logically is the most important thing.

Long sets about unloading his armful of beach items-- the hatches have been helpful in this regard. There are two folding beach chairs, and an umbrella that is striped with alternate white and a sort of sherbet orange which offends his sensibilities, but beggars may not be choosers. He sets the items up in the sand, well back from the waves. Long doesn't care for water.

The other items the hatches had spat out at him: sunglasses, a straw hat, a towel, a bottle of-- he peers at it-- oh yes-- sunscreen. He knows what it is, even if he's never remotely had need for the stuff.

He'll call Dick over and tell him to put it on in just a bit. For now he settles down into one of the chairs with a paperback book, glancing up to notice other citizens arriving at the beach, and what seems to be more Extras than normal.

[eggplantgout.livejournal.com]

Jason is not one to miss a party, and certainly not one on a beach of all things. He's dressed in a pair of bright red swim trunks and on his way to the shore when a boy begins running in his direction. It doesn't occur to him that one generally doesn't see children within the city.

"Whoa buddy, the water's that way."

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River is standing in water halfway up her calves, letting the waves roll in. The bottom of her skirt is wet, but she doesn't seem to care. Wiggling her toes in the floaty top layers of sand and nudging her heels past the smooth shells is far more interesting.

...and then there's a tiny boy running into the water and then running away again.

"You're doing it wrong," she calls out at him.

[virtued.livejournal.com]

Being seen in public with Katherine was something Stefan knew he was going to have to do sooner or later, and better he suggest it than wait around for her to drag him off somewhere again, like when they went to to the mall while unable to converse in English. It was a step further towards making this seem as real as possible, and he while he did wonder if he was doing this for the sake of his grand scheme or because he genuinely wanted to (he had difficulty discerning his own feelings and actions as of later), he tried not to think about it.

Today, he would have fun and try and be the normal teenage boy he allowed most of Taxon to believe he was; get some sun and relax for a change. It was a party, after all.

Stefan selected a spot just shy of the surf and sat down in the sand, clad in a plain white t-shirt and red swim trunks complete with sunglasses and flip-flops. Katherine should be here soon. He just hoped they didn't run into anyone who would take offense to the two of them and potentially cause a scene. The beach was big enough and full of enough people to keep everyone in their separate corners, right?

we'll still have the summer after all;

[whoneedsrules.livejournal.com]

Going to the beach party had been a surprising suggestion, but hardly an unwelcome one. It was definitely a welcome change to their normal patterns. Sure, they'd went out and hung out at the mall during the language glitch, but this was different. One came to a party to be seen, and that suited Katherine just fine.

Clad in a translucent, white cover-up dress over an emerald green halter bikini and her hair pulled back into a messy bun at the nape of her neck, Katherine pushes her dark sunglasses up on the top of her head and scans the crowd for Stefan's familiar form. Spotting him by the shoreline, Katherine grins and slips off her sandals, dangling them from her fingers as she makes her way over barefoot. Dropping her bag and shoes on the sand, she greets him with a smile.

"Hi." Sitting down next to him, Katherine leans over to kiss Stefan on his cheek. "Been waiting for long?"

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River is weaving in and out of the party, barefoot and aimless. She starts around the edges, moves in, moves out, ends up knee-deep in the surf, then wanders back. Not always in that order, though the general process is repeated.

She's managed to make herself very run-into-able, both in the social and the literal tripping sense.

[slayersidekick]

Well the literal tripping sense is what happens this time as Willow turns at just the wrong moment and goes SMASHING into her. And promptly falls to the sandy ground.

"Ow! S-sorry!"

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn is wearing a bikini Buffy did not see her leave the house in, thank you very much. The cut-offs over it make it modest, right? (Protip: they don't.)

She'll just be wandering around now, a bottle of something colorful and fizzy and non-alcoholic in hand. Troll away.

[prophecy-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Hello, girl in a bikini.

It takes Connor several moments of staring before said girl-in-a-bikini registers as Dawn. He himself is wearing a pair of shorts and not much else, aside from a pair of uncharacteristically bright-orange flip-flops and a flimsy tank top to keep himself from burning.

He colors slightly as Dawn approaches, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck.

"H-hey."

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine; just own the night like the fourth of july

[slayersidekick]

Dusk. That was when Buffy had suggested for the fireworks to be set off. Willow hadn't really announced much of her plans outside the "STAY AWAY FROM THE FIREWORKS" yelling she occasionally had to do - mostly for the Extras. Good thing her barriers were working.

Once dusk falls, Willow starts making her way down to the fireworks area. She's not sure if anyone's going to take notice, but hey, she can summon them all with a rousing first round. Kneeling down, she releases one of the smaller ones, watching it jet up into the night sky with a loud whistle - dimmed by the magic she's got cast around to... prevent hearing damage. This firework left a spiral of red sparkles trailing through the air behind it. Once it was high enough, it exploded into one of the traditional shimmery ones.

The others are much like the normal fireworks from home, but she's managed to spell some to be much better. Some explode into other sparkly figures - there's even a couple of animals and that might just have been a dragon up there - and some make the whole sky light up. It's all perfectly safe and Willow will be camping out by the fireworks stash, setting them off periodically through the evening.


[ ooc: here are the fireworks! if you guys want to treat this as another party thread opportunity, feel free to tag in and amongst each other while observing the fireworks! willow won't tag anyone back here unless you / they specifically call for her, so feel free to mingle and have fun observing the fireworks :3 willow's gone all-out for these, so if you have an idea and want to implement it, go for it! ]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Although the false sunlight wouldn't have hurt her, habit - and a sense of loyalty to the moonlight that had soothed her for so many decades - confined Drusilla to the shadows. It was growing dark when she reached the beach. The fireworks were as bright as stars, but they didn't have the same power. She couldn't read anything in them. She could only remember the times she'd watched fireworks in the past and hope that, one day, she'd get to watch them again. With the people that mattered.

The dragons were singing and the flames reminded her of a burning city. She smiled to herself - a secret smile, filled with mystery and mischief - before wandering off up the beach.

[aklingonside.livejournal.com]

Although B'Elanna had been to plenty of beach parties, most of them had been on the holodeck and involved virtual representations of beaches rather than physical locations. She arrived as the sun dipped below the horizon, giving the assembled Extras a dark look before making her way over to the crowd of prisoners. Their bracelets - and their mutual disdain for the artificial guests - made them easy to identify and, fortunately, she'd exchanged her Starfleet uniform for a loose Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts that didn't look too out of place.

ain't you glad we ain't all california girls ain't you glad there's still a few of us left;

[lajolieblonde.livejournal.com]

In typical Sookie fashion, a call to barbecue means a call to cook; she's lugged about forty thousand ice chests here with her, and sets out a spread that could feed almost all of Taxon. (Hey, somebody had to make an acre of potato salad and fried chicken.) Once that's set up she'll take a seat nearby, pulling off her coverup and reclining on a convenient lounge chair to work on her tan.

Bothering is encouraged.

[ ooc | THIS IS GOOD FOR ANY POINT IN THE NIGHT don't feel like you have to stick to sunbathing sook. ♥ ]

but, uh oh, those summer nights;

[undoing.livejournal.com]

As much as Angel enjoys the faux sun of Taxon, vampire or human, night is admittedly comfortable in ways he can't properly put into words should anyone ever ask him to. It helps that the lack of light feels soothing on too pale skin that shouldn't have been out in such direct sunlight, and he's going to hate his life in the morning while getting well-acquainted with the wonder that is aloe very. For now, however, he's content to sit back and enjoy the fireworks--

Or yelp rather unmanly like as he leans back against his burn, swearing in what isn't English at all. Motherfucker that hurt.