+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: FOREST PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Forest!
When: Sept 7th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Could it be that you (GASP!) don't want to be here? Do you maybe want to make like a tree and... leaf? Then how about you do the next best thing, and come to the woods to party! 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 7th, colourful ribbons will hang from several trees by the forest. Whoever follows their path will be guided deeper, right to the scene of a forest party.

Wooden benches, swings in all shapes and sizes, tree trunks, and other arrangements give plenty of opportunities to sit together. Tree houses and tents provide shelter, and come nightfall the festivities will light up for you.

Campfires provide additional light and warmth and a great place for ghost stories. Camping coolers store more than smores, and all around you nature twists and turns to give you room to dance to the music, to wander in the quiet, and to simply have a good time!

(...Are you the curiously perceptive, or the perceptively curious sort? If so, then you might also notice the small bird sitting on a branch nearby.)

Comments

[mypartnerintime]

[She would get no judgment from Max over selfies- Max gets teased a fair amount for the amount of selfies she takes, and the whole habit has led to more than one creative insult flung in her direction. But she adores her selfies.

Max looks up from the developing photo.]

We'll know in a minute. [She smiles shyly at the other woman.] Half the people here start handing me food whenever I say 'cheese'. Or they just give me the w-t-f look.

[easily]

[Rebekah seems no harm in selfies, why shouldn't people enjoy images of themselves if they can?

The last time Rebekah took a Polaroid her brother had destroyed the photos. At least there wasn't chances of that happening now.]

I imagine not everyone likes to be caught off guard like that.

[mypartnerintime]

You'd be surprised! More often than not they ask for a second picture. I can't remember the last time someone went all rage-mode on me.

[She shrugs.] Besides, if they don't like it I just give it to them or tear it up or something.

[No one can tell Max to not take pictures. No one!]

[easily]

That's true. That is the easy solution to photos like that -- you can just destroy them if you don't like them. They don't exist on some cloud forever.

[The way technology has advanced in the time spent during her last major coffin spell was sometimes a lot to take in.]

[mypartnerintime]

And you can be sure that there's only one in the whole known universe. [Even if you make copies, there's never more than one original- the same isn't true for digital cameras. The original itself can be printed many times.] Just one of the reasons I love analog.

[easily]

Exactly. It makes it unique. Special.

[Rebekah remembers when photography was invented. It was so different, so much more personal than paintings were. The ability to capture a moment in time seems even more appealing when you're going to live forever.]

[mypartnerintime]

[Max nods in agreement and hands over the photo for Rebekah to inspect, now that it's almost fully developed.]

Sounds like you're a kindred spirit. Do you do photography?

[easily]

[Rebekah shakes her head a little.]

I'm merely someone who can appreciate it -- my brother was always the artist in the family.

[mypartnerintime]

Artist like painting, or...?

[Suddenly she's a little more self-conscious about her photo, because maybe Rebekah can judge it a little critically, if she has any sort of background.]

[easily]

Painting, although he does well with wood carvings as well.

[At least she's probably not as judgemental as her Klaus would be about these things. The actual artist of the family can be a little pretentious -- well they all could be, if they're being honest.]

[mypartnerintime]

Painting's cool. I got a little into it, but it's basically just for my journal these days. [And little more than dabs of watercolor on a pen drawing. But the effect always makes her smile.] You don't do anything like that?

[easily]

[Rebekah shakes her head.] I've done a few carvings here and there over the year, but it's certainly more Nik's thing than mine.

[mypartnerintime]

Oh. [And now it's time for an awkward pause, care of Maxine Caulfield.] I guess it's just not everyone's thing. I know I'd screw it up.

[easily]

You didn't mess anything up by simply asking a question [It's said in a rather matter of fact sort of tone more than anything else.] How could you know?

[mypartnerintime]

Wh-? Oh, no, I mean, I'd totally screw up carving anything. [But yes, she's starting to feel like she's screwing up the conversation, too.] Butterfingers right here. [She points at herself helpfully. Awkwardly.]