[ 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 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.

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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

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! ]

[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. ♥ ]