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B. Foster

    (12/02/2014 at 01:12)
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Mid-Summer
Sunset

This was something that Foster had never thought he would be apart of. Making sure the last tiki torch was in the ground and stable, he lit it and took a glance at the set-up. The tiki torches surrounded the platform, along with creating a small walkway where the entrance was. The decorations were easy to get considering this was a pirate themed place (and last year it was supposedly some sort of island theme), there had been plenty of supplies to decorate. Shells, and a chest off to the side filled with fake coins, and a skeleton around it. He hoped the skeleton was fake though, it had startled him when he first found it in the storage shed, but it worked for the party.

The food, had been someone else's duties. He had just made sure it was set out on a wooden picnic table, and that there was ice for the butterbeer. Something he had never tasted, and was not even sure if he would.

Why he was working so hard for it, he only had one reason, and that was of course the monetary compensation that would be given to him. A request that was considered, and consented to upon the agreement that the people that were the real masterminds behind the idea, walked the plank the next morning when the water was still cold. And, Foster would make certain they were awake at the crack of dawn to do it.

He'd get amusement from that, but doubted he'd find much entertainment at the party. Picking up one of the bottles of butterbeer he tossed it idly in his hands before looking over towards the two that had convinced him to set up the party and supervise.

"That it?"

At least for his part.


Raasiel Albear

    (12/02/2014 at 01:39)
It had all started with a comment.

"I don't understand the appeal to a game like Spin-the-Bottle."

The look in Felix's eye had been a terrifying mix of mischief and promise, and it hadn't been long before they'd found themselves talking to their cabin's counselor. After all, any event should have someone official backing it, right? Ra'asiel had been embarrassed to say the least, but at the same time, he was rather curious... Still, the idea of walking the plank into the cold morning water did not appeal to him, but Felix had agreed for them both before he had a chance to protest.

And now, they were here. Everything looked wonderful, perfect for the party that had been planned. He'd chosen to be in charge of the food, having been fairly certain that Felix would have brought nothing but butterbeer.

The spread wasn't too bad for a party; assorted finger foods like little sandwiches in a number of varieties (he would have to thank the kitchen staff again), meats and cheeses with crackers, and some of the little snacks that were available most of the day. Butterbeer and anything else that could be found bottled or canned on the island made up the beverage selection, and thanks to Foster, it all looked wonderful.

"That it?"

"I think so," Ra'asiel said with a nod, not quite meeting his Editor-in-Chief's eyes. He still wasn't confident enough to do so. Instead, he looked to Felix, raising a brow in question. "What do you think?"

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It all began with a simple sentence, and would end with the memory of those famous last words in mind.

"I don't understand the appeal to a game like Spin-the-Bottle."

Like a match to gunpowder, the mischievous cogs of Felix's mind had fired and begun to turn with devilish intent. Summer had gone off, well, swimmingly so far (yar har and yo ho)... but had yet, in his opinion, to gain the momentum of a really big bang. There was a lack. Of swash-buckling? High seas adventure? The answer came to him when he saw the look Ra'asiel gave him in return, after uttering those infamous words.

 A party.

And now, Felix surveyed the decorations and refreshments of their pirate-y bash with approval. The pillaging and plundering were a bit absent, but then their guests hadn't arrived yet. There was so much potential as the evening went on. It made the boy grin in a dangerously pleased way.

"I think, gentlemen," The Hufflepuff proclaimed archly, gesturing with a butterbeer in hand, "We've got ourselves the making of a party." Still grinning, he popped the cap off the glass. "Now all we need are for some landlubbers to show up and-" With a churning, glugging sound, the butterbeer spilled from the bottle into the sand when Felix turned it upside down. "You are in charge of this." The bottle was placed in Ra'asiel's hands, without a chance for the boy to argue or realize what he had been given.

Ra'asiel's face would be something he remembered tomorrow morning, when he made that plunge into cold sea water. Worth it.

Leaving Ra'as to splutter (or hit him with the bottle, whichever he opted for), Felix cocked his head at Foster. "What did we say again? 15 Galleons?" Money, as far as he was concerned, well spent.

"I can feel the distance between us, and I can know that that distance, viewed properly, is no distance at all."

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    (12/02/2014 at 05:24)
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Eres had often been invited to parties.

Oh yes…

However, she did expect that this one would be slightly different to the lavish events that she had previously attended. Her mother would often throw parties and balls, filling their manor with the buzz of witches and wizards and the strong scent of burning incense and fire whiskey. They decoration was always rather florid and grand, they had a expectation to live up to, after all, they were Herondale’s.

And Herondale’s did not disappoint.

But Eres had never quite enjoyed herself during those parties. Her siblings had absolutely basked in their guest’s attention, courting suitors and making small talk, doing exactly what was expected of them. Father would chat up a pretty looking young witch while mother would pretend not to see and crack jokes around her lady friends. Of course, with her family being quite distracted showing off and making fools of themselves, Eres had always found her way to a bottle of fire whiskey and shared it with a bunch of the stable boys.

She had always found friendship in the most unlikely of places.

Now, here she was, at Camp Loki… and finally being the only Herondale to attend. It had been a long five years, but her ghastly siblings had finally graduated, leaving her alone and able to cause as much trouble as she wanted without their nosy interference. It was quite lovely really, and she intended to make the absolute most of it. Father hadn’t been quite inclined to allow the girl to attend camp without her siblings, but she had finally managed to convince the stubborn old wart, with a decent amount of nagging of course.

Slowly, the blonde stalked up the pathway to where the party was supposed to be located. It felt strange being completely alone, with no other company then her own footsteps, unless you counted Hallow… The large, ebony colored cat trotted steadily beside Eres. She had tried to shoo him away, but the thing was so incredibly persistent and the blonde had given in.

She wasn’t quite sure if it was appropriate to bring felines to a party, but then again, she had never attended this kind of party before.

Hallow’s ears pricked as the sound of voices reached their ears. She felt a wave of nausea come over her. She hadn’t quite prepared herself to meet new students, she had mainly kept to herself during her previous years at Hogwarts. She wasn’t bad at making friends, but the pressure of having her siblings constantly looking over her shoulder caused her never to even bother.

Now here she was, with a perfect opportunity to mingle.

Eres gulped, before continuing towards the other people. Her brow raised in curiosity at the sight of three boys. She wasn’t sure if she was quite in the right place until she took notice of the food and decorations.

A grim spread over her face, this could possibly be quite fun.

But then she noticed the lack of other students…

“Oh… am I a bit early?” She asked earnestly, tilting her head and allowing blonde curls to bounce around her waist.

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    (12/02/2014 at 08:45)
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To be honest, her reasons for coming to this party were far from the pure ones she'd told herself before leaving her ship. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she pursed her lips, arguing silently with herself: this was good for her confidence, good for her to make new friends, good for her in general. It was a mantra that kept her feet moving, her head up so she didn't run into things.

Payton was not a party girl.

But she was learning.

If her fellow counselor and her friend Raas hadn't been involved, she might not even have bothered to come. But she was trying. Since last year, she'd been trying, figuring that social interaction would help her with her...issues...of which she had many. Then again, wasn't that what the counselor was for.

She approached the peak; why was it always the mountains with these parties? and hesitated at the approach. Foster had apparently gone all out on the decorations and she could see the flickering lights of the tiki torches from where she'd paused. With a sigh and a straightening of her shoulders, she headed up and into the party area...one of the first to arrive.

Plucking at the folds of her blue skirt, she adjusted herself: pressing wrinkles from the white blouse, tucking strands of straight black hair behind her ears and running her fingers under the curl of her lower lip. She told herself she'd be fine, she was a sixth year, she wasn't nervous...but it did little to calm her.

At least with her empathy, she'd have some idea of how the others felt.

Naturally, she gravitated towards the familiar, heading over to where Ra'asiel was gathered with three others: Foster, Felix and an unfamiliar blonde girl. Payton eyed the bottle in her friend's hand and smiled, a bit mischievously, "Party starting already, Ra'as?"


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    (12/02/2014 at 10:29)
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Foster had watched the liquid spill to the ground with a somewhat perplexed look before looking at Felix, as he seemed rather proud of himself for wasting whatever was in the bottle. His eyes looked down at his own bottle before he shook his head, "I'll nevah understan' purebloods will I?" He muttered as he rolled his eyes at the antics and then gave a glance at the new girl that had come over to join the party.

He took a moment to look at her. Assessing the threat level, before twisting the cap on the bottle giving a nod towards Felix and Ra'asiel. They were in charge. Not him, a grunt and that was it for his response as he took a swig of the drink and then gave a sudden start as it was not exactly what he expected. Blinking at the bottle for a moment he opened his mouth, but stopped as again another person came along. Of course that was the point of a party, for people to come...

Which meant he'd probably need to head towards the dark shadowy corners while he could.

"Party starting already, Ra'as?"

"Not unless of course they plan on snogging each other." He had spoken without thought, his jaw tensing slightly before he sighed and gave a shrug. The question about the beverage would wait he supposed, he had used up the last of his desire to communicate for the evening. Taking another swig of the butterbeer this time savoring the taste a bit longer before swallowing, and walking over to grab another before he found them low on stock.

Or Felix decided to empty more into the ground.

Idiot.


Raasiel Albear

    (12/02/2014 at 11:00)
"You are in charge of this."

"What? Why are-" realization hit Ra'asiel, and he blushed brilliantly, eyes widening. "B-but I don't even... F-Felix! I don't know the rules!"

Felix had called it; Ra'as was spluttering. He heard footsteps and looked to see the first guests arriving, and turned a nervous look to his friend. If people were arriving already, then that meant that he would have to... Oh, Merlin. And they would probably hear Felix explaining the rules, which was even worse.

He'd been embarrassed enough in the past few months, he didn't need any more embarrassment if he could help it. And here he was, about to co-host a party. No, he needed to relax and just do what he always did at parties (read: his mother's fancy soirees).

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Ra'asiel put on a smile and turned to the first guests, a blonde girl that he didn't recognize and Payton, hiding his nervousness well. It wasn't easy, especially since Payton was his Captain last term and he still looked up to her. Hopefully, she wouldn't think too poorly of him for what this party was bound to become.

“Oh… am I a bit early?”
"Party starting already, Ra'as?"

"Not unless of course they plan on snogging each other."


Foster's comment gave him pause as he felt his cheeks getting hotter. Oh, Merlin. Had Ra'asiel noticed that Felix was rather attractive this summer? Yes. Yes, he had, and it had startled him. So far, he didn't have any plans to snog anyone unless maybe Zeke showed up and fate was on his side. He was just trying to understand why Spin-the-Bottle held appeal. Right?

"We're just about to begin," he answered after a moment, trying not to fidget with the empty bottle in his hands. "Feel free to get some refreshments while we wait for everyone else."



OOC: Feel free to mingle and do things while people arrive. <3 Newcomers, feel free to show up as you please! :D

Joy Detora

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Joy was finally allowed to attend the fourth year and up party, and she wasn't going to miss it for the world.

After all, it was like an upperclassman party. And they would be playing spin-the-bottle! Because Felix had probably arranged this with a counselor and the Felix she knew was always mischievous like that.

When she arrived, she moved towards the familiar people. Payton, Ra'asiel, Felix, Foster. And a random blonde she didn't know, but she nodded at her in greeting.

"Hey guys!" She grinned at her friends, enjoying the atmosphere already. She was one of the younger girls at the party; she was only fourth year, but she would definitely enjoy this.

"Do you have any butterbeer that hasn't been dumped out?" At this, she glanced at Felix.

"We're just about to begin,"

She looked at the bottle in Ra'asiel's hands. "Oh, we're playing spin-the-bottle?"


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He had got wind of the upper years party at Blackbeard's Peak from a bunch of gossipers nattering outside the Bucaneers ship, and although there had been no official invites sent out, it appeared it was an open event for all to attend.

Vladimir liked parties, as long as dancing wasn't involved, he hated dancing. The last party he went to was at the one at hogwart after the sorting feast, and although that had only been for the little leagues, it had been fun. That was, until the Professor showed up and sent students scuttling off in every direction.

Climbing the peak, he noticed the small group gathered among tiki lamps. This had to be the place. A grin rested on his lips as he approched and he quickly checked his appearance to make sure he was relatively decent for any pretty girls that happened show.

As he got closer he recognised a few of the faces; Joy, Ra'as, his fellow Buccaneers councilor, Foster. Grabbing himself a butterbeer he smiled at paticularly pretty blonde girl as he popped off the top and took a sip.

"Hey guys." He greeted moving closer to the cirlce of friends, before overhearing a comment about a game of 'spin the bottle'. Something he had never played before.

"How do you play that?" He asked Joy with a bemused expression.
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She wasn't exactly late. In fact, she was quite early. Her doe eyes scattered to the small bits of lights ahead of her while walking up the hillside of the volcano. Theodora had wondered whether Xanthos heard about this party as well. She could only imagine how he would act at a party like this one.

It was different than the parties she went to which was held by adults. Those parties were always classy, and elegant. Finally, she arrived where she noticed a group of collected group of fellow campers chatting. It looked like the party just started. The theme was pirate themed of course with dainty shells, and a moldy skeleton placed beside the other decorations.

She trudged past the entrance, taking in all the new faces. Theodora knew no one at this party which was the upsetting part about it. She wasn't terrible at making friends although.

"Oh, we're playing spin-the-bottle?"

"How do you play that?"

The boy that asked the question must have been one of the younger kids at this party, since he didn't know how to play a traditional game like spine-the-bottle.

"Oh it's easy. All you have to do is spin a bottle, then whoever the bottle lands on, you have to kiss them." She answered knowingly. "I'm Theodora, by the way."

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    (12/02/2014 at 22:43)
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The blonde moved closer towards the now tight knit group of students. She hadn’t noticed that so many had followed her up until now. It had gotten rather busy since she arrived, which was honestly a relief. She had no idea who these three boys were and didn’t exactly feel like awkwardly twiddling her thumbs for the rest of the evening. Besides, the weather was beautiful and she couldn’t have picked a better evening to meet other students.

Eres gave a polite nod to the other students, a smile glued upon her face. She couldn’t quite hide her excitement about being around so many new people without having her siblings breath down her neck. She wasn’t expected to be anything other than herself tonight, no pretending to be the elitist that her family was so proud of. Eres Herondale would do just as she pleased this year, and a party was a grand way to start it off.

"We're just about to begin,"

Begin what?

She glanced towards the boy who had spoken, raising a slender brow at the sight of the bottle in his hands. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were going to do, but honestly was fine with just about anything… as long as it wasn’t illegal That kind of troublesome activity didn’t go down during these kind of parties, did they? She wasn’t all entirely sure… Even if her siblings had attended such a party, they never let on what would happen.

Perhaps this wasn’t all a good idea.

She tugged nervously to the hem of her little black dress. The shirt beneath was white and crisp giving the effect of a Peter Pan collar. Her dress was rather simple, black velvet that ran straight and tightened slightly over her waist. It flattered her figure quite nicely, however gave her a rather petite appearance. But then again, Eres was tiny for her age, the dress just amplified that.

"Oh, we're playing spin-the-bottle?"

She glanced in the direction of the female who had spoken. Spin-the-bottle? She had heard about the game before and knew exactly how it worked, but never quite got an opportunity to play. She had read about mischievous characters in her adventure novels, about how the shy girl landed upon the handsome young suitor, but never thought she’d get the chance to play.

A broad grin appeared on her face.

Eres was just about to grab herself a drink, when a noticeably handsome young man smiled at her. Her cheeks immediately reddened before the scurried towards the refreshments table, keeping one eye on the boy. Eres quickly grabbed herself a bottle before popping the cap off, she then nervously sidled up to stand next to him. He seemed friendly enough and she wouldn’t mind getting to know him.

"Oh it's easy. All you have to do is spin a bottle, then whoever the bottle lands on, you have to kiss them."

Eres bit at her lip nervously as the other girl spoke before turning to the boy.

“Is…is this also your first time to a party at Camp?” She asked, blue eyes looking up at the taller male.

Felix Oliveroot-Leontine

    (12/03/2014 at 00:20)
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Felix was mildly offended at Foster's offhand comment about purebloods, enough to raise his brows at their grumpy looking counselor and wonder if anyone had peed in his butterbeer. Fortunately, the rasp of less enthusiastic personalities bounced off the Hufflepuff like water off a duck's back or... something not as docile sounding. Ducks rarely nettled people, and had fun doing it. Besides, as long as their summer chaperone allowed the proceedings to continue, Felix was perfectly willing to allow himself to be insulted in as many undertones as the other pleased.

"I pour out one bottle of Butterbeer and suddenly everyone is like, Felix control yourself you madman!" He retorted to all present, after two or three of his fellow students - most recently, the also-recently arrived Joy. Rolling his eyes with dramatic flourish, the act was somewhat ruined by the grin the boy flashed. "It was for a good cause; you'll thank me later when some of you get your first kiss."

The last of this was punctuated with another arch look, his eyes flashing over the slowly accumulating party body. Ra'asiel looked so flustered; this was all totally worth it. Joy looked up for any tricks, as usual, and Felix was pleased at the presence of a familiar partner in crime.

He recognized Payton, though he didn't know her well - he did remember her, or the unusual kindness she had demonstrated after an unfortunate incident in the Great Hall. Besides, the rowdy Hufflepuff seemed to enjoy adopting Ravenclaws like a spider enjoys catching flies. Er - not the best comparison, but then Felix did manage to wrap himself in webs of mischief quite often.

"Oh it's easy. All you have to do is spin a bottle, then whoever the bottle lands on, you have to kiss them."

"Exactly, thank you - Theodora." He nodded, and the curl of his grin softened a bit into a smile.  She was a new face... and a pretty one, as well. Even better, she was into the spirit of the thing. "And so, we'll be initiated into the great history of teenagers who've played Spin the Bottle during summer camp. Just think how're part of history, Ra'as."

Laughing, his eyes went from where they'd flickered to Ra'asiel, after gravitating from Theodora, and swooped over Vladimir - who also looked vaguely familiar - and a shy looking blonde, whom he didn't recognize at all. It looked like their little party was attracting a nice crowd already. Felix was so pleased.

Pleased enough to get a spark of... inspiration.

"There's one more rule. The last person to get kissed," Felix cast a sly, speculative glance in Foster's direction. If he was going to have a take a dip in the lake the next morning... well, the more the merrier, right?

"Has to walk the plank, sans attire."
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"How do you play that?"

She turned around and smiled at Vladimir, before she put on a look of astonishment. "You don't know how?" She had thought it was common knowledge. Surely everybody knew that too.

Theodora, a new girl, explained it to Vladimir, and Joy nodded her thanks. She didn't recognize her, and there was a new blonde she didn't quite know either. She was very happy though.

"There's one more rule. The last person to get kissed,"

Joy raised an eyebrow and grinned at Felix. What was he thinking? The two were partners in crime, but he had most definitely not informed her on this. What would he force them to do? From the look in his eye, she wanted to get kissed before everyone else.

"Has to walk the plank, sans attire."

Her jaw dropped and then she started laughing. Joy covered her mouth with a hand, and eventually calmed down, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. Not unlike Felix's eyes actually.

"Well, Felix, it'll probably be you anyways." She couldn't resist teasing him. But then the idea of her first kiss washed over her, and her skin suddenly felt clammy. She had been cheek-kissed by Zeke that one time, and she had to admit, if she had to get kissed she'd really rather it was the flirtatious Ravenclaw; but she had no experience. At all.

She was so dead. But she easily concealed that and looked at Ra'asiel this time.

"Is Felix plotting for you to get your first kiss? He's almost as bad as a girl."


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    (12/03/2014 at 02:37)
He wasn’t running late.

He was casually strolling in a few minutes after everyone else arrived. Fashionably late, he’d call it. A brisk walk took Rooster up the high path, falling twice as he’d stubbed a bare toe against an unwavering stone. A third unmovable rock was kicked before Rooster finally decided against injuring his feet further. “Yous guys sure made this place in the middle of nowheres.” The young Ravenclaw finally stepped into the light of tiki torches, stifling a mild yawn.

Rooster was, of all intents and purposes, the life of any party. He was rather certain that no party could properly start unless he’d at least known about it. At least, he'd tell people that.

As he stepped through the shadows, looking for butterbeer or any kind of drink that’d get him the thrill of rule breaking. Finally, he’d found his mark and took up a pint, taking a long swig of the cold beverage like an old expert. “Hey Ra’as,” Rooster gave a brief wave to the girl-guy he’d roomed with for the last year.

She… He was one of those few people that confused Rooster to no end. How could some boy be so pretty? No hair or nothin’. Rooster glanced down at his own bare chest and the tiny patch of hair that had started to sprout. He was very proud of those few strands, and the layer of fuzz that he’d started to grow around his chin.

He would have waved hello to Felix, but there were far prettier and more delicate flowers to be lookin' at. Rooster’s eyes flickered to Eres, that pretty blonde with an even prettier back side— not that he was looking for anything. He just happened to notice. Or stare at.

Or was continuing to stare with little or no remorse for being caught.

”Hey guys.”

As he was about to approach the young girl, he heard and voice and turned with a broad smile, “Oho ho!” He sped forward and tackled Vladimir from the back, jumping on the taller man’s back with a hoot of excitement. “Party’s here!” He clearly expected to be carried: though toppling over and falling could very well have happened.

"Has to walk the plank, sans attire."

"Aw, I'd embarrass all yous guys." Rooster was grinning, chuckling at his own joke as he remained on Vlad's back. He leaned closer the other boy's ear, pointing over to Eres casually, “Who’s that little minx? Ain’t seen her ‘round.” His voice was low, but he clearly wasn’t shy about looking. He heard the talking about spin-the-bottle and introductions: he wasn’t sure he needed to introduce himself, and took a another swig of butterbeer instead before handing the bottle to Vlad to partake.

After a faint pause, he thumbed towards the skeleton and muttered, “Who invited that guy?”
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Finally.

Sophie couldn't believe it had taken this long for a good party to surface at summer camp. They were on an island for Merlin's sake. Of course, the quality of the party was still to be determined, but there was only one way to find out.

They were going, of course.

It was Sophie's first offical upper years party, other than the ones Rowan had snuck her into the previous year. Even those had died out towards the end of the year. Apparently that was the usual way, as finals and OWLs and NEWTs picked up. Everyone was stuck in the library studying. Of course, Sophie and Rowan almost never studied. They found other ways to occupy their time. Such preoccupation also led them to miss out on any news of end of year parties as well.

Sophie was ready to party.

She was almost a full step ahead of Rowan, but her hand was tightly clasped around his. She was wearing a light cotton dress and had pinned her blonde curls up on top of her head, as she had found the top of the volcano to be quite warm, even at night. Everyone swore it was dormant, but Sophie wasn't quite sure herself.

As they reached he top of the volcano and stepped into the light of the torches, Sophie wasn't surprised to see only a few people gathered so far. She had refused to be late and risk missing any festivities, mostly because it was her first official upper years party. She was however surprised at the topic of conversation.

"Oh, we're playing spin-the-bottle?"

Sophie glanced nervously over her shoulder at Rowan, trying to hide the shock on her face. Of course she'd heard of the game and its frequent use at summer parties, but she'd never actually played it herself. It seemed almost silly. And a bit complicated for couples.


"Has to walk the plank, sans attire."

Sophie almost laughed at that. Leave it to the boys to decide on something so absurd. Sophie chewed her lip as her eyes left Rowan's and scanned the group at the party once more.

"I'm going to need some Butterbeer."

And with that she slid off to the nearby table and grabbed a bottle, quickly tipping it up to her lips for a long sip before holding it out to her boyfriend.

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He was always game for a good party.

The summer had been enjoyable so far, with Rowan finding plenty of things to occupy his time. He was extremely glad when the term had ended, and he could finally relax. OWLs had been frustrating, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than spend the next three months hanging out with friends, spending time with his girlfriend, and not worrying about anything.

A party was a perfect way to do that.

Of course he wasn't going to object when she told him about it. Rowan loved a good party. In his experience, the summer parties tended to have a bit more pizazz than the ones at school, so it was looking to be a fun evening. And if it wasn't, he was sure that he could convince Sophie to sneak off with him, and they could make their own fun.

But for now, he followed after her to the top of the volcano, hand wrapped in hers as he surveyed the set up for the party. It wasn't too crowded yet, which was good, because that meant all the food wouldn't be gone. A party wasn't a party if there weren't refreshments.

Rowan nodded to a few of the guys, shaking his head at Rooster's antics. It was nice to be able to be around friends again.

Someone mentioned spin-the-bottle, and Row's eyes immediately met those of his girlfriend. He knew the concept of the game, but she was the only person he had kissed before. Although, it was just a game, so what was in the harm in it? Sophie didn't look incredibly concerned, so as long as she was fine, so was he.

"Has to walk the plank, sans attire."

Except that was going to make things a bit more interesting. He knew that a few people around there would be less embarrassed than others to deal with those consequences, but Row knew right away that he was going to have to make sure Sophie didn't end up being that person.

Maybe if she was, they'd let him take her place. She'd be more comfortable with that.

Rowan smiled as she passed him the bottle, taking a long swig before handing it back to her. Then he pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to reassure her that it would be okay. "Don't worry, it'll be fun." He planted a quick kiss against her cheek before addressing the growing crowd.

"So, are we getting this thing started, or what?"


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* Serena McCormick

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Ah, the joys of summer camp. Parties, late nights. Serena glanced around the party. There were lots of familiar faces and a few she didn’t recognized. When she spotted Payton she nudged past a few people to get to her. She grinned and looped her arm with her cousin’s.

“Payton!” she grinned in greeting before glancing at the others in her group, “Hey, you guys,” she added with a wave of her free hand.

Serena listened as the others explained how spin the bottle worked, glancing idly around the party. She let go of Payton to walk over to grab a butter beer. After taking a sip, she returned to Payton’s side with her drink. It seemed most of the explanations were over.

"And so, we'll be initiated into the great history of teenagers who've played Spin the Bottle during summer camp. Just think how're part of history, Ra'as.”

“It’s a noble history, hm?”

"There's one more rule. The last person to get kissed, has to walk the plank, sans attire.”

Serena laughed and shook her head, “I’ve never heard that rule before. But I guess there's never really been a plank to walk before- with or without attire.”

Raasiel Albear

    (12/03/2014 at 06:31)
"It was for a good cause; you'll thank me later when some of you get your first kiss."

Ra'asiel's cheeks flared, and he tried so hard to hide it. This was embarrassing, he thought, though the glint in Felix's eye told him that his friend was having the time of his life. He would have to get him back for this later.

"Oh, we're playing spin-the-bottle?"
"How do you play that?"

"Oh it's easy. All you have to do is spin a bottle, then whoever the bottle lands on, you have to kiss them... I'm Theodora, by the way."


Bless Theodora.

Ra'asiel felt grateful for the girl's company, and offered her a smile as he pretended that he Knew It All Along (he didn't, but they didn't need to know that).

“Hey Ra’as,”

"Hey, Rooster," he greeted his housemate with a slightly more relaxed smile, though his shoulders were still somewhat tense. There were a lot more people here than he expected... And Felix had put him in charge. Well, if things got to be too difficult, he could always go find a quiet, dark corner of the island to hide away in until he could relax once more.

"And so, we'll be initiated into the great history of teenagers who've played Spin the Bottle during summer camp. Just think how're part of history, Ra'as."

"I'm fairly certain this doesn't qualify as history," Ra'asiel mumbled under his breath.

"There's one more rule. The last person to get kissed... Has to walk the plank, sans attire."

The petite boy's face was overrun with startled, embarrassed surprise at this, his head snapping so he could stare at his friend incredulously. Sans... WHAT?

“I’ve never heard that rule before. But I guess there's never really been a plank to walk before- with or without attire.”

Ra'asiel brought a hand to his mouth, coughing into it as he looked away and tried to compose himself again. Dear Merlin, this was... He should have known Felix would find a way to make this even more embarrassing. Yes, he would definitely have to find a way to get back at him later. ...Somehow.

"Is Felix plotting for you to get your first kiss? He's almost as bad as a girl."

"I don't ever presume to know what goes on in that head of his," Ra'asiel replied honestly to Joy, still a little flushed but regaining his composure.

"So, are we getting this thing started, or what?"

Ra'asiel recognized Rowan, though he didn't know him personally. He offered him a smile and a nod, and cleared his throat.

It was now or never.

"Hello, everyone!" he called out, hoping that everyone could hear him. He could feel the heat in his cheeks grow with every set of eyes successfully turned to him. "We're going to begin a game called Spin-The-Bottle. Um... It's- It's a kissing game, so no one is obligated to play if they don't want to."

He very seriously was considering hiding under the food table after this.

"Those who are playing, please take your seat in a circle," he gestured to the open area where they were gathered, and he set the empty bottle he held down in the middle. Inspiration struck, though, and he smiled. "Since Felix has been so wonderful in arranging this, he's going to have the honor of starting first."

He patted his friend on the back emphatically, though he knew he probably hadn't ruffled him at all. Still, it would be interesting to see if Felix would put his money where his mouth was. Or his kiss where his bottle was. Or... something far more clever.

"We'll take turns going around the circle, but anyone can choose to skip their turn if they want. On your turn, spin the bottle, and kiss whoever it points to when it stops. That's really about it, so... erm... Let's get started, I guess?" he finished with a small shrug, feeling his ears tingling with his blush. He sat down quickly, hoping to hide his blush by putting the attention on Felix instead.



OOC: Alright, campers! Time to get this trainwreck rolling!

How This Will Work:
  • I will be assigning everyone a number based on the order in which they joined the thread. This will be the order of turns in the game. When it is your turn, please put "It" at the top of your post in bold so that it's easier to keep up.
  • A random number generator will be used to generate the results, which I will PM to everyone before they make their spin post. You may choose to disregard the random spin result PMed to you in favor of hilarious plot options. The random generator just keeps things interesting for those who have not plotted anything out. *winkwonks*
  • Anyone may choose in-character to skip their turn. It might result in teasing/heckling in-character, but that's just as fun, right? If you think you might not be able to post for your turn due to OOC reasons, drop me a PM and we'll move on ahead. <3
  • If you want to be a spectator only, please put that at the top of your post and I will exclude you from the list~
  • Feel free to post reactions! This is a party, and it's meant to be fun! :3 Just try to be considerate of everyone regarding number of posts, as this is a fairly large thread. ^_^ <3
  • Anyone can still join! :D You will be added to the end of the numbered list, and your turn will happen in that order (or after the current person's turn, if we make it to a second round :'D).

Current Turn Order: (Subject to Change)
Felix Oliveroot-Leontine
Eres Herondale
Payton Rose
Joy Detora
Vladimir Borovsky
Theodora Arwen Duke
Rooster
Sophie Ross
Rowan Stann
Serena Rose
Ra'asiel Albear
Grant Chemfield
« Last Edit: 12/03/2014 at 06:57 by Raasiel Albear »

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Grant trekked his way up the mountain to where the party was happening, moving slowly, his steps unsure. It wasn't that he didn't know where he was going, it was more that he didn't know if he wanted to go. It had been such a slow decision that he had ended up being late. He wasn't much of a party person, and most of his few friends were younger than him. He would essentially be going in without anyone to talk to, or worse, people to avoid. Well, one person specifically.

And of course, she had to be the first person that Grant saw when he got to the party where people had gathered. Payton and he had been nearly inseparable during the school year, smitten with each other in a way that only teenagers seemed to be able to manage. He had had his potions and she had had her own duties, but any other time if they weren't in class, they were most likely found together. That had changed drastically towards the end of the school year after Grant had told her that he planned to join the army when he graduated. She hadn't taken it well, and they had had a huge row right in the hospital wing. They had barely spoken since.

He stayed towards the edge of the crowd, trying not to look at his girlfriend. Could he even still call her that? He didn't know, and he didn't know how to ask. If he had to ask, the answer was probably no, anyway. He still loved her, though, and he didn't think he was ready to let her go that easily. The only question was how could he tell her that? Maybe a bottle of butterbeer would help him think up an answer, and he walked over to claim one.

He was so absorbed in his own worries that he almost missed the talk of the main activity for the evening. Spin The Bottle. Of course, it had to be that. There were a lot of people here that he recognized, and a few new faces, but only one that he wanted to kiss, and that was, of course, Payton's. The issue here was that if he participated, was the small chance of getting to kiss Payton again worth the risk of having to kiss any of the others. Would she even care if he did kiss someone else? What if it landed on Serena, Payton's cousin? Rumors of his friendship with the blonde Rose girl being more than it was had been the cause of his first actual fight with Payton...well, sort of. Well, that was a bridge he'd cross when he got to it.

Ra'asiel called out the rules, and, taking a drink of his butterbeer, Grant joined the circle as far from the feminine boy as he could. Grant had a deep, abiding hatred for the Albears, and even the positive interactions that Grant had with Ra'asiel before he had found out the other boy's family name couldn't make a dent in those feelings. There wasn't anything Grant could do about it tonight, though, other than turn around and leave, and he had already sat down knowing Ra'asiel would be part of this game. Grant still hadn't said anything since he had arrived, but what was there to say? His conversation with Payton should be private, and the only other person here that he'd consider a friend was Serena, and she was currently attached to Payton. He could stay quiet for the time being.

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And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
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But what can I do, if I do till it's gone?


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"Oh it's easy. All you have to do is spin a bottle, then whoever the bottle lands on, you have to kiss them."

A kissing game? His eyes blinked at the girl who spoke to him. Another pretty girl. There were so many of them this year, or perhaps there had always been pretty girls and he just hadn't took much notice before. He smiled sheepishly at the girl who had introduced herself as Theodora.

"Oh, okay then. That sounds simple enough... I'm Vladimir, its lovely to meet you."

Another voice spoke beside him, taking him by suprise as he took a sip from his bottle. Turning he realised it was the girl he had noticed on arrival, the pretty blonde. Wow, he was standing beside two very beautiful young ladies, perhaps his luck with females was finally changing after all.

“Is…is this also your first time to a party at Camp?”

Vladimir smiled down at her with his striking green eyes, his features relaxed and genuine. "Err... Yeah, I think it is actually. Have you played this game before?"

Before he could get a response someone called from behind him excitably, and next thing he knew that someone had dived onto his back, knocking the bottle of butterbeer from his hands and sending it crashing to the floor.

Caught in the excitement he forgot about the drink and the pretty girls. His hands grabbed out to catch the weight on his back, before running wildly around the camp like a derranged mad man. "Rooster!"

He twisted his head back with a goofy grin at his mate as he whispered in his ear, pointing at the blonde. "I didn't catch her name, she sure is pretty though, ay?" Sliding Rooster off his back he pulled him in for a very swift man hug before taking the bottle from his hands and having a swift swig.

"I best get myself another one of these, seeing as you made me drop mine."

Handing him the bottle back he moved away from the group, grabbing himself another drink before joining the circle people had made on the floor. It appeared the game was just about to start. Vladimir moved to the space beside Rooster with a suggestive wink at the blonde.

Well...This was going to be fun.
« Last Edit: 12/03/2014 at 23:49 by Vladimir Borovsky »
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