#olym:event

[bvstiens-blog]

A hum, the quiet movement of fingers, a vibration of strings, and a note, hanging in the air. The motions were repeated, and a song began to form as Bastien kicked back next to the bar, his foot occupying the chair in front of him. The other foot was pressed to the deck, his heel tapping in time to the tune he was pulling from the party itself, the music of the people moving and dancing and drinking. He hadn’t meant to look like he wanted to be approached, and his head cocked upwards, eyes careful and not quite unfriendly. His eyes narrowed a little, but his lips spread into a smile.

“If you want a song, you’ll have to buy me a drink.”

[medusaivatco]

She thought her eyes were going to roll back into her head.

The promise of free alcohol and the chance to wear a slinky swimsuit sparked Octavia’s interest in this barbeque on crack, but little to her surprise, the guests attending the event were just as boring as she imagined. Millionaires, celebrities, all of it sounded so enticing and yet at the end of the day all Octavia’s eyes were scouring for were faces that were already familiar, all her ears were searching for were names of known devils, all her tongue was tasting for were beads of sweat and blood belonging to old acquaintances. It was in them she knew she would find her excitement.

When she finally located, through the crowd, the visage of someone that actually mattered, her lips did the rest of the work. A smile, a sneer, a smirk, something twisted and in between broke her lips as she slipped her way beside them.

“I’ll let you punch me in the face if you buy me a drink?” The way her eyes rolled towards them was playful. “Or vice versa if you’d prefer.” She made no attempt to explain herself, almost narrowing her eyes a hair as if to challenge, to question, to encourage their reaction. Anything to make this less of a drag, Octavia was willing to try.

[olympiansrpg1-blog]

EVENT 1 + NEW BEGINNINGS

                                          ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY.

In celebration of the July Fourth Weekend, you are officially invited to a private beach party up at the Hamptons. The party is expected to be attended by celebrities, millionaires, politicians, and influencers alike. Swimsuits are optional but highly recommended, and you can expect 50% of the profit made from ticket sales will go to the Shining Stars Foundation.

For some, this is the perfect opportunity to let loose and have fun - for others, a chance to get close to the other mobs in a completely casual, safe setting. Remember, the party is meant to be enjoyed, which means no fighting and no violence. Rowdy guests will be removed without warning. There will be a metal detector and a bag search at the entrance, so attendees are advised to leave their weapons at home (unless they’re very confident they can hide it well.)

Free drinks and food will be provided throughout the night, with an open bar outside near the pool. Fireworks are scheduled at 9PM.

OOC INFORMATION:

Since this is the first group event, it is mandatory for all characters to show up to the event. Whether they were directly invited or is coming as someone else’s +1, is up to you to decide! 

This is an event all the characters will be attending and the first time all three mobs + neutral parties will get to come together in one space; so interactions between opposing members are highly encouraged. When your character leaves the event is up to you. 

You can use the tag olym:event to track all events, or olym:event1 to track this particular event!, and you are also welcome to begin non-event threads. 

Feel free to post your characters’ outfits/swimsuits if that’s something you’d like to do! 

[yasminnajm-archive-blog]

❀ WARDROBE: NEW BEGINNINGS ( EVENT 1 )

— ( graphic credit: @helpfulrps​ )

Loulou Cover-Up ( Anthropologie, $148 ) // Organic Cotton Crochet Triangle Top ( Free People, $130 ) // Wildflower Bikini Bottom ( Free People, $70 ) // Bernardo Taci Sandals ( Anthropologie, $198 )

[demeterxcrwnd-blog]

The white marble cool beneath her palms and the fizzle of her third glass of champagne blossoming with electricity as it trickled behind the hollow of her throat, Gwen surveyed the pool deck below milling with bathing suit clad bodies and the midsummer-warmed Atlantic just beyond it with the resigned contempt of one for whom duty was becoming mind-numbingly old at an ever-quickening rate.

Girls in bikinis shrieked with laughter as they were careened into the chlorinated water, the cheery droll of the Beach Boys’ “I Get Around” thudded through loudspeakers, and despite the way that a soft, salty breeze drifting in off the ocean cooled the July haze to what any other day would have been perfection, Gwen couldn’t help but feel on edge. There was a part of her that would never understand the Manhattanite lifestyle, even if she lived it for another twenty years - the carefully crafted facades, the galas grinding on gossip alone, the soirees where everyone pretended with a benign smile that the rest of the room wasn’t out for blood. War was war, and she’d much rather be firing down enemy lines than making small talk with the very same villains. Twisting the stem of her champagne flute between her manicured fingertips, she couldn’t help the thought that she was going to need something one hell of a lot stronger to get through the rest of this.

She was broken from her reverie, however, by the appearance of a figure in the corner of her eye, lingering beside her at the banister. Crossing an arm across her midsection and taking another careful sip of Veuve Cliquot, her gaze still trained on the turbulent blue-black waves crashing onto shoreline, she murmured measuredly more to herself than anyone else, “Tell me I’m not the only one who finds this all a bit...farcical.”

[apollokarlsson-blog]

It shouldn’t have felt weird to be sober at a party. Yet the crushing weight of that feeling was literally burning a hole through her carton of Marlboro's as she found herself more often in the smoking section than the actual party. At that point in the night, her hair smelled closer to an ash tray than the conditioner she used that morning. 

To Francesca, there was nothing more intimate than a party and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to talk to someone she knew. She spotted a familiar face on one of the lounge chairs near the pool, making a b-line straight to them. Adjusting her own chair, she leaned forward so they could hear her.

“According to the Jordan Belfort wannabe in the salmon shorts, we should all invest in tech companies because he has some inside info that the stocks will jump,” sarcasm dripping with every word that fell from her lips. “So, tell me. What hot gossip have you heard?” 

[solismortem-blog]

Kit Fox, Fourth of July

[medusaivatco]

         OCTAVIA HENRY at the FOURTH OF JULY PARTY

[bvstiens-blog]

a pair of ray ban sunglasses (which he had to get a rush prescription for), a tanktop he found online, and a pair of board shorts he found in a bin at a second hand store.

[apollokarlsson-blog]

Never one to miss a party, Francesca Karlsson eagerly waited in line with her invite in hand; looking far too similar to Charlie and his golden ticket. She wore a yellow two piece dress and magenta pumps from Saks Off Fifth. 

[apollokarlsson-blog]

@arthxrs

There were very few things in life that got on Francesca's nerves. Bad puns and humid weather were among them, but most of all she didn’t like to be kept waiting. Which was the exact situation she found herself in while waiting for the food to come out. It was only a matter of time before the thought of just walking into the kitchen clouded her mind. She eyed the entrance, taking count of how many waiters went in and out within a five-minute window. 

Quiet as a mouse, she snuck into the kitchen. Chefs rushed around, not even giving her the time of day. Perfect. Grabbing a plate, she carefully filled it with whatever was closest to her. At that point, she didn’t care what she was eating as long as it was edible. Then just as quickly as snuck in, she snuck out. 

A confident grin spread across her features, proud that she didn’t get caught. But, as she stepped around the corner she came face to face with an all too familiar face. “Don’t judge me. Those tiny appetizers are not enough food and one of the waiters cut me off,” she raised her brows at him then continued. “Do you want me to grab you some?”