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OPEN — FOOD TRUCK RALLY
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Peach Beach and the Boardwalk
WHEN: April 12th, from 8:00 AM to 11:00 PM
WHAT: A food truck rally for all our hungry selves.
WARNINGS: Sunburns?? Maybe.
WHERE: Peach Beach and the Boardwalk
WHEN: April 12th, from 8:00 AM to 11:00 PM
WHAT: A food truck rally for all our hungry selves.
WARNINGS: Sunburns?? Maybe.
THE FOOD:
With so many trucks, stands and kiosks, there's more than enough food to cater to everyone's tastes. Tables and chairs have been set up around the boardwalk, complete with patio umbrellas to shield customers from the sun and an excellent view of the ocean. It doesn't matter if you're a customer, a vendor, a swimmer or even one of the musical acts — it's hard to deny it's a nice day outside. The sun is shining, the temperature is pleasant, and the smell of delicious food fills the air. Vendors selling other wares and stands for face painting have also been set up around the area, so there's plenty to spend your money on throughout the day.
And for those poor, responsible saps who won't be able to join until later in the day (be it because they decided not to skip school or had to work a shift early in the morning), don't worry. The festivities won't end until 11:00 PM. There's plenty of time to enjoy the scenery, the food, and the beach.
Hope the queues don't stress you out, however.
THE BEACH:
The beach itself is equipped with a handful of volleyball nets. Some volleyballs can be found in the general vicinity, but should all of them be in use (or, you know, super duper squished), you can always bring your own — or buy them from one of the more opportunistic vendors in the rally. Those who are interested in making use of the nets are more than free to team up and get down to business. You all might want to be careful, however, to avoid accidentally smacking a passerby in the head with a badly aimed volleyball.
Or... a well aimed volleyball. It's okay. Nobody will judge. Probably.
Move past the volleyball nets and the sand, though, and you'll reach the waters. Today's weather is nice enough that no one needs to worry about getting dragged away by the tide, but just in case? There's likely to be a lifeguard nearby. That, or a good Samaritan. So don your best swimsuit and have fun.
THE MUSIC:
A small stage has been set out for the DJ and the live musical acts to do their thing. Music will be playing throughout the whole day, offering a nice mix of the latest hits and... questionable musical choices between acts. Some of the trucks and stands are outfitted with placards and flyers announcing this year's lineup, and there seem to be four (4) familiar names among the list:
Ainsley Menodora
Jade Wolf
A Lyrical Assassination
Yin Longwei
Feel free to grab a friend (or a stranger) and dance along to the music. Maybe relax after your performance. Or, contemplate throwing the DJ's equipment into the ocean when he plays the same diddly darn song for the 20th time in a row. It's not even the full version. It's only a infinite loop of the same 43 seconds. Please make it stop.
(We did say to be patient with the DJ.)
THE RAFFLE:
At 5:00 PM, there will be an intermission in the music in order to announce the results of the raffle. The tumbler drum is wheeled to the stage, where it's given one last spin before tickets are removed from it one by one. The winners will be called as their tickets are drawn, an announcer asking them to climb up to the stage via microphone. There, they'll receive their prize and will thus be free to gloat — or grimace at what they've been given.
The results are the following:
BONUS:
As the last few live musical acts play and the festivities begin to wrap up, it seems like this year's Food Truck Rally has come to a peaceful end. Most vendors have started to pack up in order to call it a night — save for two. Anyone who has been hanging around the local soft serve ice cream and açai bowl trucks might have noticed the growing tension between their vendors. It all comes to a head when, at the end of the rally, they both hop into the driver's seat of their trucks, rev their engines, and begin to race each other down the beach.
It's all too predictable when, in an attempt to avoid a prop that hadn't been packed up yet, the ice cream truck swerves and drives right into the ocean. The splash is big enough to soak anyone who happens to be nearby, the truck being pulled into the waters moments later. There doesn't seem to be any chance of saving the poor, innocent truck.
Almost appropriately, it seems like the DJ has time for one last song.
The haunting melody plays as the ice cream truck slowly sinks into the ocean, its mascot cheery and bright as it's all swallowed up by the water. The driver dog paddles away (thank god), but this is not the end of the chaos. On the other side, the açai bowl truck's driver momentarily turns to jeer at his defeated enemy — only to crash into a peach tree the next second. Anyone on that side of the beach might want to get the heck out of the way, because it's literally about to start raining peaches.
With so many trucks, stands and kiosks, there's more than enough food to cater to everyone's tastes. Tables and chairs have been set up around the boardwalk, complete with patio umbrellas to shield customers from the sun and an excellent view of the ocean. It doesn't matter if you're a customer, a vendor, a swimmer or even one of the musical acts — it's hard to deny it's a nice day outside. The sun is shining, the temperature is pleasant, and the smell of delicious food fills the air. Vendors selling other wares and stands for face painting have also been set up around the area, so there's plenty to spend your money on throughout the day.
And for those poor, responsible saps who won't be able to join until later in the day (be it because they decided not to skip school or had to work a shift early in the morning), don't worry. The festivities won't end until 11:00 PM. There's plenty of time to enjoy the scenery, the food, and the beach.
Hope the queues don't stress you out, however.
THE BEACH:
The beach itself is equipped with a handful of volleyball nets. Some volleyballs can be found in the general vicinity, but should all of them be in use (or, you know, super duper squished), you can always bring your own — or buy them from one of the more opportunistic vendors in the rally. Those who are interested in making use of the nets are more than free to team up and get down to business. You all might want to be careful, however, to avoid accidentally smacking a passerby in the head with a badly aimed volleyball.
Or... a well aimed volleyball. It's okay. Nobody will judge. Probably.
Move past the volleyball nets and the sand, though, and you'll reach the waters. Today's weather is nice enough that no one needs to worry about getting dragged away by the tide, but just in case? There's likely to be a lifeguard nearby. That, or a good Samaritan. So don your best swimsuit and have fun.
THE MUSIC:
A small stage has been set out for the DJ and the live musical acts to do their thing. Music will be playing throughout the whole day, offering a nice mix of the latest hits and... questionable musical choices between acts. Some of the trucks and stands are outfitted with placards and flyers announcing this year's lineup, and there seem to be four (4) familiar names among the list:
Jade Wolf
A Lyrical Assassination
Yin Longwei
Feel free to grab a friend (or a stranger) and dance along to the music. Maybe relax after your performance. Or, contemplate throwing the DJ's equipment into the ocean when he plays the same diddly darn song for the 20th time in a row. It's not even the full version. It's only a infinite loop of the same 43 seconds. Please make it stop.
(We did say to be patient with the DJ.)
THE RAFFLE:
At 5:00 PM, there will be an intermission in the music in order to announce the results of the raffle. The tumbler drum is wheeled to the stage, where it's given one last spin before tickets are removed from it one by one. The winners will be called as their tickets are drawn, an announcer asking them to climb up to the stage via microphone. There, they'll receive their prize and will thus be free to gloat — or grimace at what they've been given.
The results are the following:
Dave Strider - Coupon book with $500 in savings at participating fast food restaurants.Enjoy your prize! And be sure to haul ass, lest the announcer decide you're absent and call someone else.
Penelope Raban - $50 giftcard
Ranko Kanzaki - Novelty sunglasses
Izuku Midoriya - Free dinner for six (6) at some ritzy restaurant.
Ilia Trevelyan - A few dozen gourmet cupcakes, courtesy of The Confectionary
Noah Campbell - A selection of the latest games ÉcarlateSoft has to offer.
James Barnes - Two tickets for an hour's time at the Deadeye Shooting range, donated by Elizabeth Wolf.
Augustine Sycamore - $30 giftcard to Amazon, donated by Penpoint Productions.
Don Maxwell - Coupon for free slice of pizza with choice of topping and a medium fountain drink, courtesy of the Pizza Port.
Roxy Strider - A selection of character plushies from CUBEnix's flagship game series.
Minako Arisato - A month of free Zumba lessons at Dance!!! Studio
BONUS:
As the last few live musical acts play and the festivities begin to wrap up, it seems like this year's Food Truck Rally has come to a peaceful end. Most vendors have started to pack up in order to call it a night — save for two. Anyone who has been hanging around the local soft serve ice cream and açai bowl trucks might have noticed the growing tension between their vendors. It all comes to a head when, at the end of the rally, they both hop into the driver's seat of their trucks, rev their engines, and begin to race each other down the beach.
It's all too predictable when, in an attempt to avoid a prop that hadn't been packed up yet, the ice cream truck swerves and drives right into the ocean. The splash is big enough to soak anyone who happens to be nearby, the truck being pulled into the waters moments later. There doesn't seem to be any chance of saving the poor, innocent truck.
Almost appropriately, it seems like the DJ has time for one last song.
The haunting melody plays as the ice cream truck slowly sinks into the ocean, its mascot cheery and bright as it's all swallowed up by the water. The driver dog paddles away (thank god), but this is not the end of the chaos. On the other side, the açai bowl truck's driver momentarily turns to jeer at his defeated enemy — only to crash into a peach tree the next second. Anyone on that side of the beach might want to get the heck out of the way, because it's literally about to start raining peaches.
Welcome to the Food Truck Rally, everyone! The OOC post for this can be found over here, and a thread for questions is here. Mingle, don't drown, and try not to get a sunburn while splurging on food. Or totally let your character get a sunburn, if that floats your boat. Either way, I hope you all have fun!
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But then she spots the creepy guy with the camera. ]
Eek! Who is that, capturing myriad images of...sweltering f-flesh? [ how lewd ] I will...um...alert the authorities...
[ She squints. ]
Do I...know you, good sir? [ Yes, but only over text... ]
1/2
Huhuhuhu... I see that my mystic glamour threatens to obfuscate even you, my mistress. For it is I...
2/2
[ He twirls and slides into a decidedly sunny pose, fingers in the shape of a V over one eye. He is just so dedicated and LARPing in his cartoony shark swim trunks now I guess ]
no subject
Forgive me, oh ever-loyal one! Your mistress was not paying attention. Mine eyes t'were transfixed on the gates of heaven, and the jewels and trinkets kept therein.
[ She twirls on her heel, letting out a high laugh. ]
Like that heap of coils and sprockets you are holding, for example! [ she gestures to the camera... ] The result of a daring raid on the celestial armoury?
no subject
Aye, mistress! I braved the labyrinthian halls of the Angelic Amazon 'til I could retrieve this most potent of mechanical portents. Its sorcerous lens grants its wielder the eye of a hawk! Truly, 'tis a mighty artifact that can bear to capture your tenebrous aura.
[ translation: he bought it on Amazon and it's got great zoom and image quality ]
no subject
Well done, Darkest Knight! These spoils of war will prove most beneficial in the future battle between Heaven, Earth, and the Underworld. We shall smite the corrupt seraphs who dare to underestimate your all-seeing lenses!
[ She brings a manicured hand to her mouth, chuckling like a particularly nasal noblewoman. A bead of sweat runs down her forehead. (Boy, it sure is hot today.) ]
Are you practicing wielding it now, perchance?
no subject
I am! This thing's got tons of settings to play with.
[ ... Er. This purple prose is hard to keep up with in person. ]
Wouldst thou grace me with a, uh... temporal print to commemorate this... cardinal congregation of fallen souls?
[ look he wants a selfie ]
no subject
Do not trouble yourself, Darkest Knight. Our bond shall be conveyed through this sacred portraiture, and our enemies will rue the day they dared to challenge it! [ so basically yes - and she's happy she has someone to even take a selfie with in the first place, aww ]
Umm...you may begin. [ She shuffles over in an awkward fashion. Okay, maybe it is a little more difficult to keep this up in person (or at least in a particularly incongruous location like this). ]
no subject
[ He exclaims, darkly.... Pretentious speech is hard work, but selfies are his natural element. He aims the camera at them, sticks his fingers up in a V, and snaps a shot. Then he glances at the picture and hums to himself in satisfaction. ]
We finally meet! Darkest Knight Yato at your service! I like your outfit. Where'd you get it?
[ The detail!! The construction!! Yato is not blind to these things. ]
no subject
Ah? Um. Let me see...if I recall...I believe it was a seller within the depths of The Towers, for quite a sum. My reserves of coin were spent well, then?
Your own attire is... [ She notes the swim trunks. ] ...Very practical.
no subject
Thanks! I got it at a killer price.
[ He puffs up proudly. Like a cocoon embracing a humble caterpillar as it transforms into an elegant butterfly, the bargain bin was host to this trash-turned-treasure. ]
I'm impressed you came out in all that dress. If that isn't dedication, I don't know what is! Worth every penny, if you ask me.
[ he has money problems, don't listen to him ]
no subject
[ Ranko steels herself against actually swaying in the heat. ]
Although I do feel as if the flames of Ifrit may at any second scorch my immortal soul into dust. I say, Darkest Knight - Yato! With my spare coin, I shall gift unto you a mote of faerie ice. A-and one for myself, by the by.
[ She hazily gestures at a nearby ice cream truck. So obvious, Ranko. ]
no subject
yes. Yes, he will shamelessly accept this promise of free ice cream and not pay a moment's thought to the motive behind it. ]
You will?! You're the best, Ranko! There's one with the gumballs in it that I was eyeing...
[ He runs off toward the ice cream truck, leaving her to her sweaty struggle. While Ranko makes her way over, she might notice Yato talking animatedly to the ice cream man and, eventually, gesturing over at Ranko. The ice cream man looks over at her, pauses for a moment, then seems to surrender. Yato hoots and shoots the guys a thumbs-up. Then, whenever Ranko comes up, he shoots her a thumbs-up too. ]
He says he'll give us two for the price of one! Jackpot!
[ he's so cheap ]