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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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I've been betrayed. I gave the water my trust and it took advantage of me. Where is the all right in that?
[to Grell's credit, she sounds as outraged as someone should at the idea. it's dramatic, but, well, he can adapt to her descending into theatrics over this. she could try to wring excess seawater out of the edge of her clothes and her hair and figure out a place to sit in the sun and dry out some, but she'd rather cross her arms, push up her glasses, and feel pitiful.]
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There is none. Life is unfair, especially where the sea is concerned. A cruel, unrelenting mistress. Never trust her again.
[And then, with a bit less flippancy and slightly more concern.] Let's find you a towel to dry off with, hm? I'd hate for you to catch a cold.
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That would be for the best.
[and the sea had been so inviting when she had first stepped in. so deceptive. glorious in that, but really, it could have picked a better target to remind of its true nature.
she moves to go with him, but freezes after a step, her expression gone strangely blank.
(the man with the silver hair, and the world is tilted. everything hurts and it doesn't matter, he's slipping away, the floor breaks apart and she's falling, there's nothing to grab and she hits the water to sink, dark and cold enough to burn-)
when she blinks and everything is back in focus, the blankness is gone, but her expression twists into a wince. the pain in all manners is a ghost slowly letting go. she didn't fall. it still echoes like it just happened, and she breathes deep. no water threatening her lungs, and- oh yes, she's not alone.]
...I saw something.
[quieter than before, and no matter what, she's getting out of the water now. this has been enough for a day.]
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The rather blank look on her expression is telling.
It’s alarming how quickly humor drains from him, to be replaced with concern. I saw something, she says, and immediately Ardyn knows what she’s referring to — memories again, the blasted things. An interruption of an admittedly rather silly moment, turning it into something worrying.
Mentally, Ardyn ushers words to him. They come immediately, and the grip on his umbrella tightens.]
What did you see? [Her expression, a wince, is difficult to not ignore, so he follows it with another question. The white foam of a gentle wave nudges up against him as he speaks.] Something… unpleasant?
[In his head, he can’t stop himself from cursing Retrospec and all it stands for.]
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[she says it all a little more flippantly than would be expected, but she's processing. trying to not get thrown off so badly. it's impossible, she looks concerned no matter the tone. it unnerves her, as much as she'd like to take it in stride. at least when it was a dream it wasn't so sudden.]
There was the man with the scarred face again, and he- [how do you say the phrase he cut the ship in half without sounding like a complete lunatic? despite her being certain in that moment in that that that is what happened.] He made the ship sink, fast enough that we fell, and I hit the water. The last thing I remember is being underwater, and in pain, and angry. Both at him, and at myself.
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(Also, he’s feeling bad for laughing at her. Even if there had been nothing malicious about it when he did.)
And so his words are lined with sympathy this time around.]
Let’s talk about this out of the water.
[And so he’ll lead her to the shore, to dry sand. His own clothes will need drying off at this rate, but Ardyn is nothing but prepared. Even if he didn’t plan on getting into the water, the risk is always there — a little ways off, then, sits a neatly folded beach towel left rather simply in the sand.
It’s obvious that’s the direction he’s ushering her (not forgetting to pick up his shoes he left in the sand on the way over), but in the meantime, he’ll ask a few questions.]
How and why did he sink the ship? Do you remember?
when i go "oh yeah, we have other threads"
[for now, she'll let herself be led, turning over everything in her mind. why had it been so cold? why was the ship so huge? and who were the others she had seen in brief flashes - she'd known them, but she'd need to try hard to remember their faces.]
As to how, you may think me completely wrong, but I'm very sure that he cut the ship in half.
[yeah, saying it felt as weird as thinking it.]
It broke apart, and he escaped, that's the word I think of. Which goes a bit towards explaining the anger.
walks into this room with arms full of threads
[They're beyond the point of thinking anything is too ridiculous these days. There's no skepticism in his tone, only acceptance of what she's told him.]
Which implies that you were chasing him. Or... [They've reached the towel now, and Ardyn closes his umbrella. He sets it down in the sand as he picks up the item, unfolding it and offering it to Grell.] ... at the very least, searching for him.
Do you remember anything else? Any smaller details you might've found odd, or stood out to you?