Uh Oh, The Summer Nights

[enjoyers]

Characters: anyone at the party
Date: August 31, 7pm onward
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 tops, please!
Summary: RECOVERjoy has prepared a party for you! Isn't that exciting?

The entire park is lit up with paper lanterns in shades of orange and yellow; there are even some floating serenely in the fountain. Music filters through the air, the style and tempo changing often. The robots you should by now be used to are moving about the area keeping the refreshments table stocked and cleaning up any messes that might appear. This is a party, after all.

As for those points, well, you're sure to get some if you earn them yourself. Don't worry, RECOVERjoy has provided a few ways for you to start collecting.

Goodie Bags | Refreshments Table | Dance Floor | Games | Mingle

Comments

[bound]

Ah, there are a lot of people from Japan here, hm?

[ Less thoughtfully and more just curious. Was RECOVERjoy a special thing over there...?

Meredith looks Mikado over- and it's innocent enough because he just can't pinpoint what his answer really was. ]

[varmint]

'Mikado', hm? [He quite easily side-brushes Meredith's question, although giving himself a moment to contemplate on the amount of people he has met that were from Japan. Very coincidental, indeed!]

I was beginning to wonder that myself! At least until I spent a few days here, haha.

Ah, but yes, it isn't that difficult! [Even though Elijah missed....his targets...] If you've ever played Fives before then I'm sure you'll see the similarities! [No mind if Mikado HASN'T played Fives because Elijah apparently hasn't taken no for an answer.

Time to clamp a hand over Mikado's shoulder and lead him towards the rings!] Go ahead and try once! Unlike me, I'm sure you'll hit something.

[ousawagi]

[ They aren't questioning his parents' more than questionable taste in naming. Good. That helps Mikado enforce that they are Westerners, but they don't sound American. They've got weird accents and--

Shit, this isn't good. Amongst his trail of thought, he's only barely noticed that Elijah's taken his shoulder hostage. He only wants to watch, dammit! ]

Eh? Eh?! Eh?!

[ That should tell them both that he hasn't ever played Fives-- let alone come into contact with darts. If Elijah's supposedly the worst, then he's met his match.

"No, I don't want to play," doesn't seem like an acceptable answer here. The thought of having to take hold of something that looks so dangerous and weapon-y makes his stomach flip-- he's fearing for the worst. He swallows; he (reluctantly) gets himself a dart with a shaky hand; he closes his eyes, then throws.

May the lawn dart gods be with him. ]