entrancelogs | + FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ When Jeff showed up a few hours ago he thought maybe he was dreaming. No, scratch that, he definitely though he was dreaming, but when the day kept going and he kept not waking up he had to deal with the fact that he's like, stuck here. In Wonderland, or whatever. It's not an easy pill to swallow.

He's been hanging back mostly, trying to get a read on the situation before actually approaching anyone, but it's late now and he's tired and damn, he wants a drink. There's a guy with a cigarette in his hand, who looks sort of like the town drunk, and Jeff can't think of a better place to get booze. It's not like he's going to walk up to the big creepy house to get some. No thanks.

So, he pulls up another wicker chair and plops down loudly into it, crossing his feet at the ankles and looking out over the water. ]

Nice night.

[ ......................So. Company, huh? Well, he's bloody out in the open, probably sort of waived the right to complain, as long as he's lingering in plain sight at a party location, but-- Philip eyes the stranger up and down. Wouldn't actually mind talking, so what's the problem? He frowns. It takes him a second.

Emphasis on stranger. Emphasis on getting to know someone new, on exchanging names one of them will forget soon enough, on wasted minutes. He's getting ahead of himself. Well. Ahead of the state of things, but that doesn't make it any less true. He doesn't sigh, but the frustrated groan in his head sounds all the louder for it. That's it, isn't it? Because on the worse days he can't pretend that the whole song and dance isn't futile.

--All right, all right, he'll play along. To see what the guy wants. Maybe just one more time... ]

That wasn't the whole pick-up line, right? Because you could've at least tossed in a bit about the stars and my eyes somewhere along the way.

[ It's a good thing Jeff doesn't have a drink yet, because if he did he would've either spit it out or choked on it, both of which are a terrible waste of good booze. Or bad booze. Booze in general.

As it is, he gives the guy a look, lets his gaze drift down and back up with a raised eyebrow. So, he's telepathic. Jeff's dealt with things just as weird or weirder. Maybe. Whatever. ]

That's a cute party trick. And trust me -- [ And there's another once-over, this one a little more intense. ] If I were hitting on you, you'd know it.

[ Philip--

--really actually doesn't entirely know what to say to that, because that was probably the weirdest threat and/or promise he's heard in a while.

(That, and he's trying to figure out if 'party trick' is better or worse than 'evil wizard', although at least there's decidedly less stabbing involved in the former. At least until it gets more obvious that there was never a ventriloquist dummy involved in the whole act?)

He arches his eyebrow. Hasn't seen the guy around before, at least he can say that much. ]

So. You're here on one of the invitations, huh?

[ Well, at least this guy knows how to change the subject. It's refreshing, almost, coming from people like Abed who can't pick up a cue to save his life, or Annie or Britta, both of whom can pick up cues and choose not to. ]

Guess I am. [ Not that he got an invitation or wanted one or actually likes being here. No, he'd obviously much rather be at home on his fancy leather couch in his silk pajamas and 90 year old bottle of scotch.

Though, this guy's not bad company. Yet. ]

Name's Jeff. Got anything to drink?

+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

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