[SEMI-OPEN MINGLE] Baby dive in, the water feels fine

[agoddessonce]

WHO: Storm agoddessonce and friends
WHEN: a weekend in July
WHERE: At the Xavier Institute for Mutant Education and Outreach - Poolside
WHAT: Ororo felt like arranging a small, private pool day (semi-open mingle log)
NOTES\WARNINGS: Alcohol will be served so some underage drinking might slip through the cracks (please know that Ororo Disapproves Though). If your character has ever interacted with Ororo, even once, then please feel free to assume she'd invited you over to come and spend the afternoon at her place. Swimsuits highly encouraged!

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the pool;

The pool at the Institute is sparkling and inviting under the sun, glittering under the shade of the old mansion. It's a shame to see it go to waste day in and day out, so Ororo has invited a few people she's already met through her months in Etraya to use it. The water itself is cool and refreshing, and though there's an impromptu sign at the edge that proclaims POWERS ALLOWED - BUT NO HORSEPLAY to discourage rough play, there's also a tall diving board set up at one end. Guests are free to use it as they will. If any injuries occur - there's a reasonably well-stocked nurse's station inside the mansion!

Ororo had also spent a couple of days visiting Kwik Trip to see what kind of floats they could get for the day. Various pool floats are available (donut rings, pool noodles, and a dubious looking tank floatie) for guests to use and share. Try not to bother anyone who's just trying to relax!

the food, the drinks;

Ororo has no plans for the day to turn into anything particularly fancy or rowdy; she'd just wanted something casual and simple, an excuse to take a swim with some friends new and old, and to get to know the people of Etraya a little better. What better way to help people feel more open and relaxed than with a couple of drinks? There are a couple of coolers sitting around, open and full of ice and snow, with soda, juice, beer and a selection of fruity, ready-to-drink cocktails for guests who might want a drink to help them relax or break the ice.

She trusts people to self-police, generally, but will still personally, stringently remind folks to keep the alcohol from anyone sixteen and under. Do not test her! :)

There's a grill going as well, with typical barbecue fare: burgers (both vegan and beef), hot dogs, chicken wings and roasted vegetable skewers. Ororo has probably asked a friend or two to take turns manning the grill, but anyone is welcome to cook their own food to their liking. Plates are available to one side, with a range of salads, snacks and sauces and dips. Guests can dine at various seating areas set up around the poolside and in the shade.

the poolside;

There are plenty of loungers sitting around, to share or to drag into a corner to use for yourself! It's a day to relax as much as it is a day to mingle. People are free to bring their food and drink over to them, or use the chairs to work on a sun tan.

There's a basketball court not too far off from the pool here people are encouraged to play a game or two. Perhaps something easy that doesn't need a team - Horse, or a game of one-on-one? Ororo doesn't know the exact rules, but as long as no one's bursting any basketballs, she won't be upset.

the mansion;

Tired of waiting under the sun? Need a bathroom break? A select few of the mansion's rooms are open to use - the kitchen, the nearest bathrooms, and the rec room for anyone who wants a nap. If you wander upstairs, there are numerous rooms that don't see much use - one wing houses old classrooms and study rooms, an empty library, some faculty offices. The other wing has some locked bedroom suites - only a few of which are currently, actually in use. Be warned that if Ororo or some other X-Men sense or catch you lingering up here, they'll gently (... or not so gently, depends on who catches you and how they catch you) redirect you right back downstairs.

The elevator and the sublevels are completely off-limits and impossible to break into, kept secure by a combination of private codes and mutant biometrics. Nothing to see here! Just carry on. ♥

The party will last til the evening, at which point Ororo will invite people to come into the large kitchen of the mansion to piece together some dinner, or dry off or take a quick shower. If anyone's too tired (or too drunk) to go home, she'll personally take charge of turning the rec room into an impromptu blanket fort for people to sleep on couches. It's fine, none of the furniture is actually vintage or antique around here. Probably.

wildcard;

Feel free to come up with your own starters for poolside shenanigans! If your character has threaded with Ororo even once, assume you've got a personal invite for them and a +1. Hoping to keep this mingle light and easy to foster a bit of CR before the mission log goes up next week!

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Cid Telamon | open + closed | Will match style cw: Cid is trying to mack on the ladies

[levindicated]

The Cavalry Has Arrived

What’s a party without rum? If he’s not the host, he’ll be a good guest and bring the right stuff. He arrives in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts and sandals, but he’ll shed all of those into a pile under a beach chair for his speedo. It’s daring, but not any more risqué than his usual swimwear (nothing). He’s in good shape, relatively speaking. He’s lean and muscular still, even in his middle age, though this amount of undress reveals dozens of battle scars. He’s not too self conscious about those, though his hand passes over the greying of his petrifying skin. It covers much of his left arm, especially his shoulder and collects at his joints and scattered over his body. It’s a sign of the curse, the disease, far advanced.

But as far as he could tell, no one here knew what it meant, and so no one would really care. It did not hold the same sort of stigma as it did back home. So… He lets it go. And to make sure he does, he takes a healthy shot right from one of the liquor bottles. It’s fine.

He sets the bottles up in the ice, though the one he’d already opened he pours into the punch, summarily spiking it.

For Ororo

Cid finds Ororo easily enough in all of this, bravely sauntering up in his skimpy little purple speedo, yet he feels like it’s the most in spirit for the occasion… And his general intents.

“Beautiful gathering you’ve put together, my lady,” the words would sound hokey coming out of anyone else’s mouth, like as not.

“I hope I’ve chosen something appropriate- I do feel well supported in this, I must admit. Ah- I brought a stronger refreshment, if you’d like to share it with me.” Cid is a man who cannot stay still. Like the electricity that courses in his veins, he is unable to stay still. He moves rhythmically, easily, like he can always hear music others cannot.

[agoddessonce]

"Cid." She's happy to see him around. Ororo had missed his arrival, hadn't seen that he came in some actual shorts. But the current swimwear he's sporting gets a quick glance at best, and a lingering little grin of amusement that lights up her eyes.

"But-- stronger refreshments..." she arches a brow at him, looking back at the nearest table where the punch sits. She has her suspicions, but...

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about how those may have been shared among the other guests through the fruit punch, would you?"

[daughterofliberty]

It's a skimpy suit, but when you hang around with Namor as much as Sharon has, you get used to a certain amount of bare skin. Her own black and white bikini isn't anything special; it's serviceable and sporty under the gauzy white blouse she's wearing as a nod to a cover-up.

She's also wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, currently half-slid down her nose as she leans idly against the drinks table, watching him over the frame as he dumps liquor into the punch. "And just like that, I've flashed back to undergrad."

At least it isn't Everclear.

[utinam]

Unfortunately for Cid, there will be someone who will take notice of the greying of his skin as he reveals his new speedo (not that Nuvia knows what it is). If she could be honest, she had wanted to ask a different question upon noticing someone she recognized. Oh, well, she could ask about it later.

Cid will have a cloud girl making her appearance next to him as he pours something into the drinks.

"I'm glad you made yourself feel more at home," Nuvia will comment with a smile.

Barnabas Tharmr | OTA | Will match style!

[odinpusrex]

Poolside

[Barnabas is only here because of Cid. Ordinarily he would avoid such mingling as this, especially without it being strictly linked to any such mission they are currently expected to undertake, however there was something about Cid's goading that spurred him to arrive. Perhaps some truth to the underlying and unspoken sentiment of needing to better know the others for future endeavors. Of course Cid didn't say as much as that, something more along the lines of Barnabas being in need of some sun and socializing because he's such a gloomy bastard, but that hardly matters.

In the end, Barnabas is here, manifesting into existence in a swirl of black and red mist, clad in little more than a small black speedo, which leaves...very little to the imagination. Barnabas is a muscular man, years of battle and training chiseling his physique into the sculpture of power that it is. Yet, despite all those decades of war and fighting, he bears but a single scar upon his body: a diagonal streak which stretches from his clavicle near his shoulder, down to just before his sternum, resting over his heart. A curious thing, for someone otherwise so unmarred as he is.

More curious still is how he simply does not join in the shenanigans in the pool, nor does he take interest in the food that is offered. As far as basketball goes? Well, he does not partake in that either, but to be fair to him, he is wholly unfamiliar. Instead, he simply chooses to observe, standing off to the side as he keeps an eye on everything happening. Which is... a little unnerving, to be honest.

In fact, it's very possible that if you feel eyes on you, it's because you are indeed being watched, and should you turn to meet his gaze, he does not break it. Is this a challenge? Maybe he wants something..? Or he's just exceedingly off-putting and weird. It could be all of these things, in truth.

Who invited this gu—oh, right. Cid.]

[levindicated]

[Cid can feel the eyes on him. Well. There was one person here who knew what all the petrification on him meant, and he was currently just fucking staring at him! Cid sighs, chats with others, and eventually meanders over to Barnabas as if it’s a casual matter. He presses a cold beer into his hand.]

Try to look like less like a guard who hasn’t noticed that he’s been robbed completely bare, eh? Socialize, for God’s sake. Whichever one you like best. Slab like you, standing about like he’s taken a hit of something he shouldn’t have is bound to scare the other guests, eh?

[utinam]

[The black and red mist will definitely catch her attention even from a distance. Nuvia could not help it though. She was always curious about the world around her. If it has something to do with being part nevu or not, she can't say.

Her sky-blue eyes will continue to observe the (suppose) stranger, realizing he wasn't socializing, eating, drinking, or playing. Wasn't a party meant to have fun? She had wanted to inform him about it along with wanting to ask him a question concerning his current attire.

However, she will stop in her tracks when he begins to stare back at her. Oh? Nuvia won't look away when he does, or act put off by it. His gaze...didn't hold any malice to it. If anything, it'll encourage her to smile while offering a gentle wave in greeting.]

[wannasmash]

Swimsuits and baring skin is the name of the game, and Izuku is no stranger to inordinate amounts of skin or spandex on Pro Hero outfits. But standing around like that? This guy looks like that standing man emoji... Having fun is supposed to happen at parties as well. What the heck...?

Wait—is this guy staring at him? What?? Izuku abruptly stops eating his veggie skewer and hurriedly looks down at himself, wondering if he spilled something on his T-shirt (it says "SWEATER" on it in katakana). He did not. His shirt and blue swim trunks are modest and ordinary, not showing off the muscles packed onto his small frame nearly as much.

He tentatively raises a scarred hand in greeting. "Um... hello..."

Ororo Munroe | ota | hosted this thing because it seemed like a good idea

[agoddessonce]

[ Ororo has used the pool herself a few times before today, so she isn't clamoring for the water. Instead, she lingers at the edges and plays hostess. That means she's everywhere, from flitting back and forth from the grill, plucking empty beer bottles to set aside and discard later, watching the pool because there isn't, actually, a lifeguard (but that's okay, she knows how to do CPR!) and using the wind to pull over any wayward floaties that look like they've collapsed and need a little extra air.

Anyone else would look rattled, but she's long mastered the art of keeping cool under pressure - plus she enjoys multi-tasking. It's something to keep her occupied and busy instead of anxious about home, about being stuck here for months and whatever waits for them next. Anywhere and any-when else, she and a team of heroes would have solved the mysteries of Etraya by now - and yet, here she still is. Here they all are.

She's interrupted by a splash that gets to her feet, prompting a laugh and a smile from her. She can't be too mad, not when it's so refreshing to hear the mansion come alive with people and chatter. Whatever it is your character is doing, she joins them with a warm look. ]

I hope you're enjoying yourself? I thought we could use the break. [ From, you know, everything. ]

[odinpusrex]

[Enjoying himself? Well, not quite, but it is not a matter of this party being subpar or anything. Barnabas just has issues. He eyes Ororo, steel blue eyes scrutinizing her with stoic neutrality, though in truth he recognizes her. Not because they have met, they haven't, but because he had seen her talking with Cidolfus before. At Roxx's here recently, even, having taken notice of them but keeping to the shadows.

His eyes linger for a moment, before he casts them towards those in the pool, as if his interest is with them. It isn't.]

Indeed. [As he speaks his voice is soft and slow, carried by a Scandinavian accent.] Frivolity oft sustains morale for those which require coddling.

[daughterofliberty]

[ Sharon surfaces in a long sleek swell of water, then sets her hands on the pool edge and pushes herself up. It sends a little wavelet splashing toward Ororo, but the other woman doesn't seem to mind too much. She runs her hands over her wet hair and squeezes water from the ends, squinting over to grin at her charming and ever-so-fashionable hostess. ]

I think you were right on the money.

[ Her own suit is less colorful, but it works great for what she wants to do: swim, and sun herself like a lizard. Sharon leans back on her hands and turns her face up to the sun, closing her eyes against the brightness as she idly kicks her feet in the water. ]

This is exactly what I needed today.

[utinam]

[It's been a couple of times where Nuvia has noticed the host of the party work tirelessly to make it a great success. Her diligence reminded her so much of her mother's. Nuvia couldn't help beginning to feel a little guilty in not being able to do more to help. Just like whenever it came to her own mother.

As Ororo continues her rounds, Nuvia will decide to hide into the pool without a second thought, all to eagerly await her moment to strike.

Which arrives when the other woman gets close enough to the pool for Nuvia to get a handful of pool water to splash her with. SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!!! Have a giant wave of water from both the pool and Nuvia's resources to get her in the bubbly spirits by making bubbles appear everywhere.

There will be a grin on her face.]

Good thing you said "we" instead of "you". You've been working hard!

[Speaking of which, she'll quickly add.]

Thank you for the party.

[wannasmash]

Izuku isn't a party person, but he wouldn't pass up an invitation from Storm, probably the coolest Pro Hero at this event, and the chance to scope out the training parts of this facility. And perhaps meet others like Storm of course. Izuku has been busy just surviving, and several people have indicated to him that he is not thriving.

Having some rescue training, he would be remiss if he didn't survey the pool a bit while not swimming himself in ordinary blue swim trunks. He's a jacked short stack with a very youthful face. He's covered in scars, most notably on his right hand and a large reddish-brown one on his upper arm.

"Hi Storm! Thank you for inviting me. I could ask you that. Is there anything I can help you with?" He's helpful to a fault. He insisted on helping with dishes when he ate over at the Todorokis'. Even now he has a few stray empty cups stacked in one hand.

Angel Dust | ota | these are general starters feel free to ask for other options!

[bad_habit]

Lounging Poolside~
[When he had gotten the invite for the pool party he was admittedly a bit thankful.

As weird as it sounded pool parties were something he went to often in Hell. Cause as it turns out there IS water in Hell, it's just not iced.

But there was always a sort of expectation that he fit a certain look, acted a certain way, and partied just the right amount so that whomever had paid him to be there was completely satisfied with their services and even now that the reason he felt that pressure was entirely removed there was a nagging feeling that he preform just right and look simply gorgeous. Which he did in a black bikini with silver glitter spider webs laced across and light boots with ribbons all the way up to his thighs, making his already long legs appear longer, and are tied off with spider pins. He also has a matching lacy sun hat with spider webbing adornment for a whole 'beach goth' look.

He grabs himself some liquid courage anywhere he can and moves to find a place to camp out. He will not be going in the water thank you very much, but he will take a moment to lounge outside with everyone because, well, he needs this. Eventually he finds a chair not so close to the water to avoid getting splashed accidentally.]

Is this seat taken?

Kiss the Cook~
[One of the benefits of having multiple arms is that it makes cooking a breeze. So when there's a general request that people help out with that sort of thing Angel figures the least he could do is offer since he actually enjoys cooking.

If anyone dares to come get burgers and dogs from him they'll be treated to a bit of a show as he easily flips burgers with one hand, toasts buns with another, applies various cheeses with even another and offers to take your plate from you with the last. Because he's wearing a bikini it will be easier his sixth set of arms as well, which are currently unoccupied and folded up in a pair against his spine.]

What'da'ya want and how'da'ya like it?

[levindicated]

[Angel happens to sit just as he begins to light a cigarette down wind from the rest of the party. Until someone comes and tells him it put it out, at least.]

Not at all, make yourself comfortable.

[He's pretty loose at this point, decently liquored and starting to tan further on his bespeedoed body. He offers the other his open pack of cigarettes.]

Smoke?

[If the other takes one, he will then light it with a flame from his finger tip ]

cookin' (cw: she's a little drunk and sexually charged, oops)

[hasitsthorns]

Oh, that's so fucking unfair.

[ says Rosie, to him showing off with multiple limps. After her own disastrous attempt at the grill, well... She's definitely feeling like this is rubbing it in a bit. Did he see that? He probably saw that considering she might have burned the whole joint down without some assistance and was subsequently banned from grilling duties.

But, look, a (drunken) lady is now hungry so. She's back despite her shame. And also because of inebriation, she has less of a filter. That means she says shit like: ] Honestly, I wish I had all those hands because all I can imagine now is how easy it'd make threesomes... Or moresomes!

[utinam]

[Nuvia was watching the gothic beauty from a distance in the safety of her pool lounge chair. She couldn't help admiring their long legs and their vibe, in general. It feels refreshing to see someone being social and enjoying their time at the party.

She'll be drinking a glass of ice water with a twisty straw by the time he arrived to her area. When he requests about the seat, Nuvia will offer them a pure smile while shaking her head.]

You can have it!

[Right now she was wearing the proper pool attire except it was made of clouds which includes the shoes and accessories (except for the hat and sunglasses).

katsuki bakugo ★ ota

[nitropowered]

★ The Food, The Drinks

CW: underage drinking

Katsuki still isn't sure why he'd come to this thing, other than that he'd been a little bored with no school to attend and no studying to do. It's something to do at least, and might even have been fun if he had any friends around this place. Maybe if Kirishima was here, they'd find something fun to do, but as it is, he's making do with perusing the food and drinks, downing a few glasses of punch that he doesn't realize is spiked. After that, he makes some cheeseburgers and veggie skewers at the grill and tracks down Izuku long enough to plop a plate in front of him with a grunt before stalking off again.

By the time he's done all that, he's noticing a strange, unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant buzzing in his head, a sort of slipperiness about how his body moves, like he's not in full control of his limbs. For a few moments, he panics just a little at the loss of control, but it quickly hits him that he's a little drunk. Must've been the punch, since that's the only thing he drank.

Well. This is new.

Katsuki skirts the pool and sits down heavily on the end of one of the lounge chairs.

"Well, now what?"

★ The Pool

Katsuki is a competitive creature, by nature. It's only so long before he's standing at the edge of the poolside, stripping off his sandals and the t-shirt he'd been wearing and leaving himself in just his mid-thigh-length flame-printed swim trunks. There are people swimming in the pool, and floating around in it, but that's all boring as far as Katsuki is concerned. Who wants to just lie there on a pool floaty and stare at the clouds? Super boring.

So he stands by the edge of the pool for a few moments, stretching his shoulders by pulling his arm across his chest first on one side and then the other, and cracks his neck. Spotting someone who looks even a little athletic, he smirks.

"Wanna race? First one across the pool wins. Quirks or no Quirks?"

★ Basketball

His competitiveness doesn't end at the swimming pool, not once he's discovered there's a basketball court. It isn't long before he's easily dribbling a ball between his hand and the pavement, shooting a smooth hoop from the center of the court, and pumping his fist in victory. The only thing better than beating his own records, though, is beating someone else.

Running across the court, he collects his ball and dribbles it again, red eyes scanning the people nearby, "Hey! You! Play a one-on-one match with me! Bet I'll beat the crap outta you!"

It's challenging, and Katsuki looks smug as hell when he says it, assured of his own victory already. After all, he is the best at everything he does.

★ Dinner Guests

After he's done challenging everyone in sight to various physical contests, Katsuki finds himself a little tired, and ends up in the rec room inside the mansion, lying on his back on a couch with his arms draped over his belly, asleep. It's not the longest nap, only about an hour, but he wakes up feeling refreshed, mostly sober, and spends the rest of the day wandering around and meeting the people of this new place he's been thrust into. This is the first real chance he's had to actually meet anyone outside of Izuku, after all, and Izuku is all too familiar.

Once things are winding down, and the evening is setting in, the people remaining at the party all seem to be gravitating toward the kitchen, their lunches worn off and hungry. Katsuki sighs and looks around the kitchen, digging around in the fridge and cupboards until he finds something workable, and manages to produce a decent plate of omurice, despite the lack of dashi. Then he makes another, for Izuku.

It's quick and easy, and after a moment he makes a decision, turning to glance around the kitchen, "If anyone wants one, just let me know. I'll cook it for you."

With that, he shoves at the plate of omurice just so people know what he's referring to, and without checking to see if anyone is interested, he cracks another couple eggs into a bowl and starts beating them until they're light and fluffy.

★ Wildcard

Will match prose or brackets! Bakugo is spending the day at the party and participating in probably everything, feel free to hit him up at any point, including waking him up from his precious nap. Or if you want to plot something, hit me with a PM, on plurk at onlilypads or discord at onlilypads. I'd love to hear from you!

dinner guests

[agoddessonce]

She'd been keeping her distance, but also a careful eye, on Bakugo since a certain someone had admitted to liberally spiking the punch. He seemed to have slept or worked off the rum when she first saw him, earlier, but it didn't hurt to be watchful.

In the end, it seemed like he had fun and even commandeers the stove to make some vaguely familiar dishes. She notes how he makes a dish for Deku first (-- a friend? they arrived together--) but continued making more for whoever seemed to need or want one.

Apparently she was one of those people, because she gets a plate just as she's sitting down at the kitchen island for the first time in a couple of hours with a fresh glass of water.

"Ah. My thanks-- Bakugo, was it?" That was the name she thinks she caught earlier.

Izuku Midoriya | OTA | brackets ok too, i just can't match oops

[wannasmash]

Swimming

It's lucky he went shopping. Izuku came prepared with a pair of swim trunks in blue, very boring. What's interesting about him is that, as he whips off his T-shirt (it says "SWEATER") he's more muscular than he'd let on, and covered in scars. His right hand has a lot of them, and there is a nasty reddish-brown one on his upper arm.

Izuku is a very polite young man who would never just go around randomly splashing people. He swims unobtrusively with a doughnut floatie or does laps for exercise.

"If you don't know how to swim, I can teach you the basics," he says kindly to anyone who looks like they're struggling.

...But challenge him to a race, and he will awaken with the unexpected spirit of rivalry.

Superpowered Sportsball

Do the thing, win the points. Izuku is only casually familiar with the rules of some games. He was never on sports teams. In high school, his "sports" are Hero training: rescue, combat, Quirk endurance, and internships where he assists with evacuation and patrols.

He's still a nerd. He shyly picks up a basketball like he's back in middle school, the last to be picked for a team. He was a shrimp then, not yet full up on muscles and scars like he is now.

He turns the ball over in his hands and gives it an experimental novice bounce. Then he jumps with super strength into the air, twisting neatly to dunk the ball through the hoop. Cheater!

Cake

Izuku had some cheeseburgers and veggie skewers foisted on him earlier before he could blink. You don't do self-care one time, and your rival becomes hell-bent on making sure you eat...

Now it's dessert time. Izuku pauses and goes uncharacteristically still in front of some cake as he suddenly remembers something.

"Oh... oh that's right! I forgot what day it was..."

Underage Drinking

Izuku (who drank the punch) overhears a joke that it might be spiked, but he gathers that's just a common thing to say at parties. What would he know, he hardly went to parties. It's a mansion run by a trusted hero, and Izuku brought along a good friend. And that sweet punch didn't taste like alcohol at all. He should be fine. He's feeling a little fuzzy and floaty, but—oh. Oh boy. It wasn't a joke.

He stands up. This is manageable, he knows what to do in theory, but oh boy, he's feeling it now.

"Oh no..." he giggles nervously, hand out as if to regain balance forever lost. It's like being underwater, but with none of the cushioning benefits of low gravity. "Oops... Hey, are you doing okay? You're moving around weird... Sorry, hang on, I just gotta send an important text..."

Safety first!! It takes him a while to peck out the letters seemingly in thin air to his earpiece:

hey kacchan i vhtink thre was somehting in teh ohnch dont drink it ok

Nap

Full of punch and food, he finds a place to chill out in the rec room. He'll just lie down for a bit... rest his eyes... Now he's sleeping on a couch like an innocent angel, and there is a tiny trickle of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

It would be a shame if someone pranked him.

—underage drinking

[daughterofliberty]

"Whoa—"

Sharon catches him by the arm as he totters. That glazed look and faint flush to his cheeks is all too familiar, and so is the slightly sour scent of alcohol-laced punch. "I'm not the one moving around weird, kid. On a scale of 'the ground feels like rubber' to 'I think I'm crossing dimensions,' much of that did you have to drink?"

rosie | ota (will match format!)

[hasitsthorns]

❥ the poolside.

While she enjoys (and encourages) people hopping into the pool, Rosie herself stays decidely clear of the water. She is dressed for the occasion in her cute vintage pink swimsuit and comically large floppy sunhat. She's even found a pair of heart-shaped pink shades with white gold trim to match.

"Need anything?" she'll ask a fellow lounger nearby. "Drink, food, some amazingly fun company?" At that last one, she can't help but give a playful wink over the top of her sunglasses. "I'm happy to provide."

❥ she did, in fact, start the fire.

At some point, she was drawn to the scent of grilling meat. Since no one was manning it, she decided to just help herself and then- Oh. Someone's asking her for something, but. Uhm. While she tries to say that she's just grabbing food of her own, she also doesn't know when anyone will come back to actually field this hungry partygoers request.

Okay. This is fine. She can do this. She can totally do this, how hard can it-

Oh, no, things are on fire. Help.

❥ the mansion.

By the end of the evening, Rosie is definitely one of the people too drunk to (reasonably) make the trek home. Although she'll try and claim she's fine, it's followed by a trip that sees her squeal loudly as she falls but the subsequent giggling and 'I'm okay!' with a haphazard thumbs up hopefully reassures those around. Once the mention of blanket forts happen though, she's thinking staying might not be such a bad idea after all.

Hers ends up being constructed with quite a bit of (loud, obnoxious) enthusiasm. Anyone is free to help, tease her lack of coordination, or tell her to pipe down. People are also welcome to join her as she (not actually) whispers at them to come listen to spooky stories with a flashlight under her chin for dramatic effect.

Eventually, if anyone is having trouble sleeping... She's happy to hum or sing them a quiet lullaby. Just don't be surprised if she passes out finally herself in the process.

poolside

[mockingbirdy]

Bobbi is lounging with giant white shades, a giant white floppy and laid out in a black and white color blocked one piece with an adult beverage in hand. Never in her life did she think she'd be hanging out at any version of the Mutant's mansion but here she is anyways. It's a good way to put her mind off the mess of things that have happened here recently.

"I'm not sure how I could ever turn down company with such a fun outfit. Did you find that all at Roxx?" she asks lifting her own sunglasses to take Rosie's entire look in from head to toe.

Bobbi Morse | Marvel Comics

[mockingbirdy]

i. Sunbathing

[Bobbi is laid out pool side in a black and white color blocked bathing suit, white floppy hat and large white sunglasses. She's switching between watching people in the pool and reading a book which she sets down when someone settles in the chair next to her.]

Nice to have a moment for something a little more normal even for a bit isn't it?

ii. Food and Drinks

[Bobbi scrounges up some food though she doesn't want to bother anyone who is grilling too much so she just takes whatever has been cooked up already to go. She's not picky her super soldier serum keeps her fairly hungry on any given day. She grabs some sort of alcoholic beverage, even though it won't do much for her without putting in the effort to drink a lot it's still a nice thing to enjoy the atmosphere. ]

You mind if I join you?

iii. Splashing around

[Once the sun has made this California girl hot enough she's ready to get into the pool and eyes a floating ring to slip into hanging through the hole. If someone she knows walks by she will make an effort to splash them playfully. Otherwise she'll float around the pool not paying too much attention probably bumping into people. on accident and apologizing. ]

iii. splashing

[daughterofliberty]

[ Sharon surfaces in a short burst of bubbles, then hooks her arms lazily over the edge of Bobbi's float to drift through the water, legs trailing after her. Her own black and white suit reflects the sunlight back up through the surface. ]

I never want to leave this pool.

clark kent | dceu

[anewhope]

( i. the pool — thirst trap )

[ clark has always found the water relaxing.

he prefers the ocean. it tends to be quieter. he can just sink beneath the waves and let the world fade away. he can't do that here, of course. it'd arouse suspicion if he simply submerged himself for hours on end. for now though, he lets himself float around, not concerned with "swimming", feeling the sun heat him up before doing a brief dive back into the water.

finally, he pulls himself out of the water, letting it drip onto the tiled floor as he grabs the nearby towel. when he spots someone, he smiles faintly. ]

The water's great, if you're wondering.

( ii. the grill )

[ he doesn't bother putting on a shirt. the sun's nice on his back and he always feels energized under its rays. the perks of a kryptonian. he wonders which sun is younger, this one or the one in the milky way. he wonders where they even are in space and time.

regardless. he is still. the last kryptonian.

those thoughts don't linger as he hums, flipping burger meat with aplomb. ]

Any requests?

( iii. wildcard )

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Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say~ (pool)

[bad_habit]

[While Angel had absolutely zero intention of getting in the pool today, having not even removed his shoes yet, he had parked himself strategically in front to people watch and never had he been more thankful for that then this moment right now.]

Oh it looks real refreshin'.

[He states dropping the oversized black sunglasses on his principal eyes to get a better look at that superhuman body of yours Clark. The black sunglasses are only one aspect to a matching 'beach goth' theme he's got going with an oversized black sunhat, black bikini with glitter spider web accents, and something akin to dancer shoes with black ribbon tied up his long legs.]

I'm perfectly contented with getting all nice and hot, it's just like bein' home. [But way better.]

Natasha Romanoff • MCU

[blackhourglass]

🕷 Lounging Act

Natasha wasn't sure what to expect when Sharon invited her to the party. She wasn't sure she was going to know anyone. When it really came down to it, she was still trying to get to know Sharon herself. Normally, Natasha refrained from parties like this unless it was some sort of obligation, but with life here being the way it was she'd be stupid to sit inside all day.

Laying out her towel poolside, Nat snatched a fruity alcoholic beverage (or two), and set herself out to do something she'd never done in her life. Sit in a bathing suit and tan? This really had to be a mistake, but the drinks tasted good and it was nice to watch the people around her have a good time. People watching was one of her favorite sports, so unless someone was eager to come talk to her, she'd be happy to sit and drink until she was rather tipsy doing this. Then she'd be more than happy to have anyone come and distract her, or someone to dish all the gossip going on in Etraya. The more she learned about this world, the better.

🕷 Splish Splash

[After several drinks, Nat found herself needing to cool off. It'd been a while since she'd been swimming for any reason other than a mission. She was certain that her bathtub didn't reaaally count. Diving into the deep end, long, full strokes took her to the shallows where she came up next to the wall, pushing her hair back as she surfaced.

Water ran in shallow streams down her face and suit. Rarely could she remember anything being so refreshing, especially in the last several years of her life. A beach ball came flying through the air, instincts kicked in and she volleyed it back toward the direction it came from.]

Hey, watch it. Woman swimming here. [The words were offered with a laugh and smile, no offense taken whatsoever.]

lounging | it's me hi

[agoddessonce]

Ororo eventually circles her way over to where Natasha is lounging, bringing over two fresh drinks as she's noticed, from across the pool, that her original bottle has long been emptied.

She takes a seat next to the other woman with a friendly smile and an offer of plain beer, this time. Nothing fruity.

"Natasha Romanoff, yes? You came over with Sharon."

Doreen Green | slightly late but OTA!

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Pool!

[ Doreen erupts out of the pool with a joyful whoop. Giant fuzzy tail or not, sometimes you have to enjoy a cold pool on a hot day, and she's got a squirrel-patterned bikini and a beach ball, she is set. She's well away from anyone who's in the pool just to relax or swim laps, she's not a monster, but if you catch her eye, she'll give you a big grin and spin the ball on her finger like a harlem globetrotter. ]

What do you think? How long can we keep this thing in the air? And no cheating if you have levitation powers or something!


Poolside / grill (cw for some slightly underage drinking!)

[ Once she's done swimming, Doreen tosses an oversized tshirt on over the bikini, wraps her tail up in a beach towel, and heads for the barbeque. She's happy to take a turn at the grill for a bit (and will sing the praises of veggie burgers to anyone who is curious about them, they taste great, really!), and eventually helps herself to some food and some of the spiked punch. Doreen is... well, she's legal drinking age in Canada, but a few months shy of being legal in the States, and a few drinks later, she's feeling it. ]

I think... I think I'ma sit down for a bit. What flavour is this?


lounge chairs!

I live in this chair now. I'm so comfy I'm not gonna move for the next hundred years.

[ It's been a long day, and Doreen is beat. She's lying in one of those lounge chairs, and it is time to friggin' CHILL! ]

Lounging by the pool

[bad_habit]

[Angel had made himself very comfortable poolside. It was kinda nice to waste the day lounging, there had been some great sights, bless you Clark Kent, and he'd had good company so of course when Doreen parks himself next to him he's more than welcome to make sure she is nice and sorted. He even brought extra towels because he understands the complications of wet fur, not that he had an intention of swimming but just in case, and while he shouldn't be supporting underage drinking he isn't going to card you, you look old enough to offer one of these boozy little seltzers he found at the Kwik Trip.]

Well that one is sort of a coconut lime, it's so good.

dean winchester | supernatural - open!

[venatoris]

pool;

A pool party (with adults!) is hard to say no to, so when he gets the invite, he's absolutely there in a plain white tee and board shorts, towel flung over his shoulder.

After he cannonballs in and splashes whoever happens to be around, he'll be on a float, a fruity little cocktail in hand that kinda reminds him of Crowley, floating around the pool in his sunglasses.

There's also a chance of chicken and pool noodle fights, if anyone has the inkling.

food/poolside;

Always happy to eat, he'll linger by the grill, even take over at some point if whoever is cooking wants a break. He's bragged to Hannibal he's a grill master, and he meant it. Even Sam, weirdo health nut that he is, really, really likes Dean's burgers. So if you happen to be standing around and want one, he'll be happy to grace your plate with a nice, juicy, perfectly cooked hamburger. When someone else takes over, he'll take his burger and have a seat next to the pool and chow down, a nice cold beer in his hand.

After he's eaten he'll lounge a bit to let it settle, then heads over to the basketball court to shoot some hoops and play.

(( ota! will match style - if you have any ideas or wanna wildcard him, have at it! virtuously if you wanna pm for any reason :> ))

grilling 🍔

[agoddessonce]

By the time Ororo wanders over to the grill, it seems Dean is just loading some fresh patties on to cook. She frowns a little as her eyes follow whoever it was that got the previous ones that he'd just finished.

"Ah. I keep trying to time coming over and missing one." She kept forgetting to eat and is now surprisingly hungry, she means, but this is also an acceptable thing to say. Less likely to earn her a well-meaning lecture, too.