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Thank You! ––– – 🌸
Our fifth annual Little Ladies’ Day Charity Ball & Banquet was an phenomenal success! Thank you everyone who attended! We estimated that the event had over 100 guests throughout the evening! Thank you, Crystal, thank you so very much.
I would also like to take the time to thank our vendors & booths this year:
Azim’s Rest
Nymeia’s Garden
@tea-ffxiv :: Shroudrose Teahouse
@maelstrom-command :: Maelstrom, 1st Squadron, 9th Levy
@bornfromblood-xiv :: Born From Blood, Ala Mhigan Collective
@themyriadmen :: Basima Jinkjahl & The Moonlight Reverie
@blue-berry-lizard :: Cotota Monsaran & The Midnight Pearl
@mrfavonius :: Ringo Shiro & The Midnight Pearl
@verkoh :: Rhysa Verkoh & The Midnight Pearl
Together you really brought the Ball & Banquet to life and I greatly appreciate all your hard work. I would also like to thank our performers:
Vylette — @vylette-elakha.
Maha — @starforger
Ugin
Lithen
You were all breathtaking and your performances were absolutely out of this world. Thank you for bringing your unique styles to the Ball & Banquet.
Thank you to those who partook in our dessert auction: Rinalys ( @dawning-star ), Sunsgerel ( @monkhsuns ), Simi ( @of-broken-grace ), Kaito ( @fogcaller ), Ringo ( @mrfavonius ), and Rhysa ( @verkoh ).
Congratulations to those who won our raffle: Sio'ahn Mali, Nomolun Dotharl, Zovson Malqir, & Liana Iscantel.
Screenshots! ––– – 🌸
Screenshots this evening were taken by @verkoh. You can check them out on the website or watch this tumblr photo spam. Make sure to tag yourself and your friends!
Congratulations! ––– – 🌸
Once more I would like to thank everyone who made this event so enjoyable. Together we raised 6,000,000 gil for the orphanage! We are forever grateful to this community, thank you so incredibly much. I look forward to seeing everyone next year!
I am sorry if I didn’t tag everyone! I sadly do not have everyone’s tumblrs.
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Project Summary: Travel with a few members of the team here at BCC as they sit around a bonfire and reminisce on the days of summer. We will tell you interesting stories about tales that may be a little exaggerated about the members of a group of 7 guys that we have come to love.
Links to stories and edits will be added as they are posted!! We will reblog the stories and edits as well~ We hope you enjoy!
Seeing each other was honestly a dream. It felt surreal to be able to meet up and camp with so many people from an online network, and they were smiling and laughing as they talked in person (some for the first time ever). The lulling sounds of the ocean waves became a white noise to everyone as they set up their tents and gathered firewood. They were having so much fun talking together that time had passed quickly, evening fast approaching and the sun sinking into the horizon creating a sea of colors in the sky. The sight was truly breathtaking.
Simi’s and Lillia’s eyes locked onto the waving group down the beach. “Welcome everyone,” Alexis smiled as she returned to the campsite after scoping out the beach.
“Hey Alexis! How’s the beach look? Any shark teeth?” Lillia asked, returning to chopping onions in preparation for dinner.
"You say that like she'd know. Are we forgetting that she's the ‘blind’ one?" Simi replied, snickering at Alexis's squint.
From the small crowd gathering on the beach came a range of different accents. Some were easily pinpointed and others a little more difficult to locate. Lillia continued guiding everyone down to the beach, within the group was a small and rather tired Jester with a large bag. Situated at the bottom of her bag was some sort of rolled up bedding.
“Excuse me, sorry I’m late, airport customs tried to steal my Vegemite” Jester called, eyes gazing straight past Simi’s shoulder. With no hesitation she dropped her luggage in the sand, kicked off her shoes and sprinted towards the ocean.
Halting mere inches from the water, she teetered, waving her hands and trying not to topple into the surf from her abrupt stop.
“Almost jumped in with my phone and your American paper dollarydoos” she shouted, racing back to the group.
Jester proceeded to empty out her pockets, dumping twenty and fifty dollar notes and her phone into her shoes and running full pelt back to the water. With a warrior cry, she dove into the ocean causing quite the splash before the water stilled ominously.
There was no sign of her — had she disappeared? An alarming amount of time went by and the group shuffled nervously before she breached with all the elegance of a blue whale gasping and flopping onto her side.
A few of the others joined Jester whooping as they splashed into the water, others set to tasks they thought were a little more pressing, like designating tents.
With what little sun they had left, they had managed to hold a few fun activities and lots of conversations.
As the sun finally set the sweet cotton candy colors in the sky darkened and from its depths emerged twinkling lights, the mood changed along with it. Food was tossed on the grill, the inferno causing the aroma to fill the beach. Everyone’s mouth was watering, excited to finally dig in.
Simi was trying to organize gluten-free buns on one side and regular on the other. “The veggie burgers have finished. I cooked them on their own so it’s all good. I’m about to cook the meat patties — last call for meat-free grilling” Lillia called to the group with a bright smile, expertly flipping the spatula in her hand and getting back to work when there were no complaints.
The large group slowly began making themselves plates of food and once everyone was situated, the group was silent for a brief moment before Alexis decided to strike up some conversation.
“...I think that would be a great idea, don’t you guys think?”
The sounds of wood crackling could be heard in the background. Sepha watched as the smoke turned into the black of the burning wood and then to the fire-y orange and undertones of red. It had only turned out that way when she watched as one of the women drizzled more fluid over the fire.
Looking to her left, she saw a welcoming smile and couldn’t help but feel guilty for not hearing the rest of what had been said.
“Sorry?” Sepha asked, watching as the rest of the group surrounding the fire laughed at her in confusion.
“What kind of scary stories are you into? You know… typical gory types or mystery, maybe romance—” Lillia repeated emphasizing the last genre.
“Murder mysteries are the most interesting…” At this, Amunet smiled at Sepha’s response and she couldn’t help but return it.
“I like romance! You know the ones where people just go camping to see the stars, and the moonlight and it just smells like chocolate and marshmallows.” All eyes followed the light voice which sounded across the fire, belonging to none other than Kyub. Gabi couldn’t help but share a hopeless shrug with Sepha, who poked at the fire with her long stick.
The fire gave a loud crackle, “Sounds nice...but with this kind of night when there’s no moon and just the sound of nature around you — it kind of makes you want to tell scary stories for the fun of it.” Alexis seemed to agree to Sepha’s last sentiment and continued roasting the marshmallow.
“You’re right, though. Just darkness and nature, makes me think of murder.” Bubbles started up again which only earned a dry chuckle from across the circle.
Mae spoke up for the first time, saying “morbid, but sure, what the hell” as she fidgeted with her own stick, apparently inventing something the campers could only assume was a s’more kebab. She seemed to struggle immensely considering the graham crackers didn’t have any holes in them for her stick. But they all watched, intrigued, as Mae continued stacking: cracker, marshmallow, chocolate, cracker, marshmallow, chocolate, cracker—
“What are you doing?” This time, the voice came from just outside the circle, Amunet was returning from her tent wearing a thick navy blue pullover sweater. She was looking at Mae’s invention with an arch to her brow but otherwise unphased.
“What does it look like?” retorted Mae, gently waving the kebab around for everyone to see which earned a couple of laughs from everyone as a graham cracker broke off. Mae’s resulting cursing drew even more laughs.
Lillia began to clap, “A’ight! Let’s start with some stories eh?” She looked around, giving everyone her signature friendly smile before settling on Sepha. “I think you should start some things off Seph, with you know, all that murder mystery enthusiasm you have.”
“Huh?” She was caught off guard, looking to see everyone anticipating eyes had fallen upon her and when she looked around the waiting company, she could see Kyub giving a soft encouraging smile. The nervous laugh bubbled out of Sepha's lips before she could stop it, and with a scuff of her feet against the sandy ground she was ready.
“I-um—you guys ever hear that phrase,” The cautionary pause gave Sepha time to think it over, “You ain’t Jiving man?” There was a quick shake of Bubbles’ head to her far left.
“I have no idea what that means.” Jester hummed stabbing at least twelve marshmallows with a long skewer-like-stick. Another culinary mad genius.
“It’s from the 70s, all that slang shit. Supposed to mean: ‘Is that the truth?’ Or at least the equivalent to it.” That earned hums all around as Sepha licked her lips, wondering how to start off her story. Mae and Jester smiled encouragingly as Sepha shook her head to focus herself before diving in.
“Well, that phrase kind of relates to this story...at least kind of...maybe...I don’t know,” Sepha watched as Mae grabbed at the remains of a broken graham cracker, her frustration obvious enough in the way she picked at the pieces but it only earned her a cheeky smile from Bubbles who was right next to her. “I’m sure you guys heard of the case of Ted Bundy right? You know, infamous serial killer.”
“He was fucking insane and not even handsome. I don’t even know what girls saw in him during that time.” As she spoke, Jester’s face twisted like she had bitten into a lemon and all Sepha could do was nod in agreement. She watched the fire again, poking at it and watching the ash burn up to the surface.
“Well...I’m gonna tell a survivor story. Her name was Carol DaRonch, one of Bundy’s survivors and—”
“We should call her Katie! For, you know, copyright reasons.” This time the voice belonged to Bubbles; it was soft but managed to grab everyone’s attention in time before they could all fully dive into the story. At her suggestion, Sepha nodded and chuckled, poking at the fire once more, sending an array of sparkle-like embers into the night sky. She quickly moved the toe of her boot just enough to not get any of the burnt ash on it.
Sepha nodded vigorously again and continued.
“Yeah...yeah let’s call her Katie…” she licked her lips once more and looked up to see the dark depths of the night sky there wasn’t a cloud in sight. When the group stared at the fire they could almost hear the sound of Marvin Gaye. The campers could feel the heat wash over them, in a way that reflected the heat of Florida.
“It was a college party...in the summer of 1974….”
“Okay, well that was dark. Interesting, but dark. I like it.” Mae had shifted from her seat on a log onto the dirt beneath, slumping with her back against the bark lethargically. Others nodded in agreement.
“Shall we lighten the mood with a happier story?” Bubbles asked, lifting her hands to warm them above the lively fire. It was quiet for a second before Mae spoke up again.
“I have one.” She changed her posture to sit slightly straighter when all eyes were on her. “It’s about a couple that got turned into fairies while camping in the woods one summer night.”
“Is that a drug reference?” Lillia raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“No.” Mae frowned.
“Knowing you, ‘turning into fairies’ could mean anything.” Lillia shrugged, earning chuckles from the group. The fire crackled just as Mae sent a sharp glare at the woman, but her lips betrayed her as they began to curl upwards at the teasing.
“My story has nothing to do with drugs— but it does involve magic.” This caught the attention of the crowd. “Did you know that fairies occupy many wooded areas around the world? Yeah, they tend to hide from humans, but in desperate times they can use their powers to recruit our help, just as they did last summer.
“It happened somewhere in the Rocky Mountains in August of last year…”
Those scattered around the fire were left captivated by the fantastical tail Mae had spun. They had even paused from their s’more-making escapades, each slowly contemplating the idea of fairies. Some eyed the surrounding area outside the camp, others picked up where they left off preparing more marshmallows for their delicious dessert endeavors. In amongst the slowly roasting marshmallows was one completely engorged in flames.
“Uh, Jester your marshmallow is on fire?”
“Yup, that’s how I like them” She grinned brightly with green eyes sparkling full of mischief as she blew out the fireball that had encased the blackened crispy confectionary that once resembled a marshmallow. She shoved it into her mouth and shouted “My turn!”
“I have a good one.” Jester’s sharp grin seemed to be hiding something. “Hold onto your hats, this one is from my trip to Greece. You must always be careful when you travel to another country because anything can happen.
“It started in Mykonos...”
“And that’s what happens when you meet strangers in another country. I should have learned from the first two times I went overseas” Jester shrugged “Wild stuff, though”
“Actually no” Gabi interjected, pointing her finger in a pause gesture while she collected her thoughts.
“Nope” Kyub’s eyes were wide; she blinked, once, twice in disbelief. Before she shook her head as if trying to rattle the thoughts back into place.
“That’s famously not what happens when you meet strangers in another country” Gabi continued her thought with a small sound of concern.
“Yeah, I’m with them — that is most definitely not what happens.” Sepha laughed as Jester looked up confused. “Most people don’t go home with strangers, though, so I guess you could be right.”
“I mean yeah, that one was my bad I guess” Jester laughed.
“Who’s next?” Amunet asked excitedly, wishing to listen to more of the nightly stories.
Kyub looked a little nervous but after taking a deep breath she was determined to unleash her summer tale by way of pictures on her phone. “Mine isn’t exactly a story, I have some photos that I took over the summer that I think really tell a story. It was in a cemetery” her voice was sweet and gentle.
“We would love to see!” Alexis smiled reassuring the young girl. Everyone seemed intrigued by the idea of the photos and how they would tell the story.
“It’s up to interpretation...”
“That is amazing, how did that even happen?”
“You know the saying, ‘a picture is worth one thousand words’ and you have two” Jester grinned “like he is keeping the flowers a secret or like the flowers are something he loves and cherishes but keeps hidden.” Other voices chimed in:
“It feels so sad.”
“It feels so jarring that the colour is stripped away.”
“I like to think the first image is kinda, like, wistful or reminiscing and then when he looks down it is the reality.”
The entire camp seemed hit with raw emotion. There was a collective look of disbelief and someone sighed “That is so well done.”
Everyone had finished their stories and games for the evening and numbers started dwindling as the late hour took the sleepy camp goer’s. They all were settling for the evening, tents and sleeping bags rustling in the background alongside the occasional giggle, whisper and yawn.
Rolling out the khaki green bedroll, was Jester looking small in the contrasting light from the fire and shadow from the night.
“Jester, where are you sleeping, do you wanna share a tent?” Gabi asked, deciding to offer a shelter.
“Nah, I got my swag, I’m gonna lay by the fire and watch the sky.” She laid back and squinted up at the stars. “You should visit my little corner of the world where the stars look like milk.”
Credits: Thank you @youarejesting for working on this masterlist and @kyub for doing the amazing banner! And thank you to all of our writers, editors and betas who worked hard on this project: @youarejesting , @kyub, @dead-starlight, @bubblebunnylia, @sweetnspicy93, @bussy-posts, @jiminniethemarshmallow, @moccahobi, @yourmoonchild1023, @jung-hoseok-s-airplane, and @hesperantha for betaing the masterlist!!!
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