( openish ) the stomping guitar, it was shooting out stars

[magnitudes]

WHO: Sarissa, everyone she invited & their plus ones!
(although tbh since it’s on the beach in Heropa, if you’d like your character to roll up then go right ahead.)
WHERE: A beach! In Heropa!
WHEN: Saturday 5th November; set up would go from a couple hours before sunset, party will go until whenever, basically.
WHAT: A BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY. sort of.
WARNINGS: general warning for alcohol & language; if anything else comes up please chuck it in the subject lines or lmk so I can update this section :]b
NOTES: party style, feel free to do things pre- during- post- party, whatever works for you.





THE BASICS.
For a while before sunset, Sarissa’s on the beach - setting up a giant bonfire, dug into the sand and with a big ditch around it for a bit of safety. There’s a few metal drums, too, with smaller fires - for light, for being able to roast marshmallows and not risk getting burned quite so easily. She manages to set up a number of folding tables, complete with checkered red and white tablecloths (shut up, they were the only ones she could find… ostensibly). There’s some platters of food already out and covered, and a big old grill set up between a couple of tables, and at various points through the evening different people have access to it although it’s Sarissa that does a solid bulk of barbecuing.

tl;dr: there’s a whole lot of food, some made by Sarissa in advance, some brought by others (it's low-key potluck, so characters are welcome to have or have not brought something), some cooked through the night, and some that is really just a mountain of marshmallows. Please eat the food, dear God. There’s also drinks! Some booze-y, some booze-free.

Around sundown the bonfires are lit— where did that effigy of Chump come from? Music is playing, but it’s not loud and not really the focus of anything, just there for the background. There’s minimal pop garbage, rest assured.


FIREWORKS.
As the evening progresses, Sarissa rolls out fireworks. Some are courtesy of her Trust Assistant (it’s Kavinsky, but let’s call him the Marvellous Kavo) and some are ones she’s brought along or generating herself. Sarissa will be using her pyrotechnic powers to do some wild fireworks THINGS so feel free to make up random shapes she turns the fireworks into, and such, mostly it’d be various animals and dinosaurs briefly running through the air because she’s a nerd.


SWIMMING.
It maybe November and night time, but it’s also Florida and Sarissa is ridiculous, so. Swimming, if you feel so inclined. Please don’t drown.


Go forth, enjoy many shenanigans.
It should be known: anyone who upsets Alison, Cosima or Sarah where Sarissa can catch wind of it will probably be asked to leave, with varying levels of politeness.

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ota. ( brackets or prose are totally cool, I'll match whatever. )

[magnitudes]

( ooc: eternal heads up that with Sarissa themes of past domestic violence/child abuse, murder, alcohol abuse and generally everything being terrible can come up. If you want me to stick clear of any topics in narrative or dialogue, please lmk :]b )


( mingling - set up/during the party. )
She's cooking! She's making sure people have things! She's welcoming people with salutes and fingerguns. Feel free to grab her or to be grabbed. If she knows people, she'll say hi and hold out a drink of some kind, boozey or not, depending on how they roll. If she doesn't know them... she'll still say hi, but she won't approach them with a drink because she won't have a clue what they'd like.


( fireworks. )
Spoiler alert: Sarissa really likes fireworks. She likes explosions and explosives generally, but there's a certain bright, childish delight that comes into play when Sarissa gets to play with fireworks. It could be a cause for mild concern, really, except that she is very evidently safety conscious— albeit moreso for everyone else's safety than her own. She's standing in the sand, lighting fireworks with a little spark from her hands, and a few she lets just soar and do their thing. Some, though? Some she starts to manipulate as they fly through the air, twisting her hands through the air to make them bigger and brighter, sometimes letting off a few at once and focusing with everything she's got to make a running horse, or flock of birds, or (don't be shocked) a little sugar glider swooping, a stegosaurus lumbering. She's kind of messy and wild, which isn't necessary a break from form, but there's something freer about it now.

And sometimes she's just watching them, or she's playing with explosives while drinking a beer, or doing any number of concerning Sarissa things.


( swimming - mention of scars. )
At some point Sarissa is just going to just do away with her shirt but it's fine because she has swimwear underneath. In true Australian tradition, though, she's going the old bikini + boardshorts approach to swimming. It's entirely possible she will start a water fight, tackle someone, and lift someone over her shoulder and haul them into the water with her.

That the bikini leaves a number of scars on display doesn't bother her - gunshots, knife wounds, stitches, a number of messy looking things that an experienced eye will know weren't fixed up properly. Cataloging them would take an obnoxiously long time, but they're there, even if she has zero concern about showing them.

Far more important than those are the fact that at some point she seems to have acquired a very large water gun. Several, in fact. This is war.


( wildcard! )
Or just stab me to get my attention and I'll do a closed starter for you somewhere, okok.

after swimming.

[bosewicht]

[ Shockingly enough, Sylar the moody New York cat lady has decided he is not swim_OK, content to let the tide lap at the cooling sand and his feet, and not much farther. There's a sun-bleached log that's been rolled closer to the waterline, and he's perched on it, a slightly gargoyle slouch with his elbows resting on his knees as he watches the way the light is dragged, inevitably, away from the horizon. Dark eyes refocus by the time he spies Sarissa emerging from the sea, and his posture improves a little.

He reaches down to bury his half-emptied beer bottle into the sand, before he reaches out, collecting her wrist when she's nearer, more touch than grab. ]

I got you something, [ he says. Admits. ] It's stupid, but you're obligated to pretend it's not.

[morethan084]

[Spotting Sarissa just as she was about to place the twelve pack next to the rest of the booze, Daisy smiled at her.]

Hey. Thanks for the invite. Hope you like beer.

swimming

[ohshutup]

[Clara grew up in a holiday town, and her particular brand of beachgoing is a bit less practical. She's wearing a sheer, buttoned tunic over a classy one-piece, and a pair of sunglasses are perched in artfully tousled hair. While she of course enjoys vigorous swimming and general ocean tomfoolery as much as the next person, for the moment she looks content to let the waves lick at her toes.]

There'll be some croc' wrestling later, I presume?

a little mingle

[slightlyoffchilt]

"This is fun," he said, sneaking up from behind as she hosted the cook area. Chilton was only mildly uncomfortable in his more relaxed look, his clothes still a far cry from the typical suit and tie. But he decided it was all worth it, if only for the atmosphere.

"I was charmed by the invitation."

Having never met her face to face, Chilton asked a few guests what exactly Sarissa looked like, who she was. Most of the answers aligned to this individual.

mingling!

[brushoff]

"You know, I don't think we've actually met in person," Dorian idly remarks, as he walks up towards Sarissa. Who's this pretentious British asshole wearing name-brand boardshorts and holding vodka that's a little too expensive, hint it is obviously Britpop.

It's amazing how someone so British (and so pale) can seem so relaxed on the beach. Dorian's outfit is a bit too summery for November but it's not like beachwear comes in darker tones, you've got to cut him some slack. Most notably, a pair of Ray Bans that are a bit more expensive than a good pair of sunglasses should be worth sits perfectly perched on top of Dorian's head.

"Aussie, I'm assuming?" Well, he knows she's an Aussie--he caught a little bit of Sarissa's voice as he arrived. The only question now is if this person's his Aussie or not.

Daisy Johnson-OTA

[morethan084]

[It was a last minute invitation to the beach that made Daisy finally leave the beach house with Jesse. If it wasn't for him agreeing to go, she probably wouldn't even be here in the first place.

A lot more was added onto her plate recently, all of it majorly fucked up. She was trying not to let herself be consumed by this emotional pain again though. She didn't have a present, but, she brought alcohol.

A lot of her time was spent near Jesse, but she tried to not cling to him on an obnoxious level. She could be found pretty much everywhere during the party.]

[hostage]

[She doesn't have to cling, really. Jesse is here for Daisy and Daisy alone, and he intends to remain by her side until she directly tells him to go away. Shortly after they arrive, he notices the marshmallows and ducks down to grab two sticks. One for her and one for him.]

Weird to be doing this shit when it's almost Thanksgiving, right?

[Not that he's complaining. He leans over to stick his marshmallow in the fire, mostly just glad to have something to do.]

bursts in like koolaid man (cw misogyny)

[pillz]

[kavinsky's a little crazy-eyed, unhinged from excessive amounts of drugs and alcohol and explosions. but it's as close as he gets to real happiness these days, so he's in a good mood when he runs into the woman at one of the tables, reaching past her to grab a red plastic cup before he registers her profile.

he'd know her anywhere. he's seen her on the internet.]

Holy shit. [his face lights up like the sky overhead, fireworks at their brightest.] Hey. You're-- Jesse's bitch. Pardon. Other way around. What up?

ota.

[bosewicht]

[ Gabriel did as he promised, even if he had promised it a little sarcastically. On one of the checkered tables is a glass baking dish filled with casserole of the potato and greenbeans variety to be ladled alongside more substantial dinners.

It probably tastes a little like someone's not entirely inept mom made it.

He isn't quite dressed for a beach party, but at least he's advanced beyond slacks and button downs and an entirely black aesthetic just for the occasion; jeans, bare feet, a T-shirt, a nice watch, and slightly less, perhaps even no hair product. Find him in these various locations: near a firepit, or otherwise dragging some dried out beach debris to stoke the flames; beer in hand, sitting on firm sand, and watching the water rather than being out in it; breaking off from shadowing Sarissa, and perhaps, later, watching Sarissa; the occasional curious glance tracking her look alikes.

When there are fireworks, he makes a contribution -- a tree of lightning zithers up from his open palm to crackle amongst a flock of firework birds.

He isn't among the last people there. In fact, he leaves around when Kavinsky rolls in late. How weird. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh no, those birds.

[Chilton's concern couldn't quite break the threshold of sincere -- he was more interested in Gabriel. The fact that the contributed firecracker, so personally given, had perhaps intentionally spooked a flock of freeloading birds away had not registered as unfortunate in Chilton's books.

The doctor had sought another who seemed outside his own element, perhaps for the sake of simple relation. Chilton's own attire relied heavily on linen, and he resented the fact he couldn't have shoes beyond flip-flops; but it was a beach party. He understood the terms and conditions, and Sarissa had surprised him with the invitation.

He had decided he liked Sarissa, and that included liking her enough to venture back to Heropa after he had abandoned it.]

Oh well. [None appeared dead.] I'm sure you were not aiming at them.

[coppelganger]

[ At some point shortly after her conversation with Sarissa, Sarah makes her way over to where Sylar is sitting on the sand with his beer. It might look a little strange, to him, even though he knows about the sisters already. It's Sarissa's hair, but wilder, and Sarissa's face, but with more suspicious eyes. Sarah holds herself differently—somehow coiled tight, ready to strike, but with a sort of feigned casualness over top of it. But otherwise, they're identical. ]

Your name's Gabriel?

Kitty, ota

[rathercommon]

Mingling.
[ Kitty is so loud, and covers up for her constant exhaustion so well, that it's easy to overlook the fact that she mostly spends the whole evening sitting in one place on her towel beside a bonfire. When she does interact with people, she chatters happily, and laughs loudly, and she eats a fair amount (largely marshmallows and bits of graham cracker; her sweet tooth is deadly). But in between conversations, she mostly sits and stares into the fire - not broodingly, or unhappily, just with a weary sort of warmth. ]

Swimming.
[ Kitty does not know how to swim as a person. Fortunately, she has other ways to enjoy the water.

That is why, suddenly, amongst the people swimming out there in the sea, there is a dolphin suddenly darting to and fro, leaping playfully from the water, splashing people. It is fucking majestic and it is fucking magical. Happy goddamn not-birthday, Sarissa. ]

mingling

[magnitudes]

Hey.

( Sarissa has a bucket. It's a small bucket. )

I need your help.

ota

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah is good with parties, generally, but the combination of the recent clone reveal and the fact that this party is taking place on the beach rather than inside a dark, smoky club, has her mostly sticking to the outskirts. She loves Sarissa, and she wouldn't have missed the party for anything, but she's still feeling a little bit spread thin, a little bit sick of all the socializing. Even still, she's friendly enough to anyone who stops to talk to her along the beach, music playing, spirits high. Reminds her a bit of Myrtle Beach—just the good parts, the sun and the feel of the sand on her feet and the sense that she's in a place made for fun and parties and good feelings.

Once the sun goes down and the bonfires are lit, she grabs herself a beer (look at her, not getting completely smashed, how responsible) and then, rather than find a spot at one of the long tables, she wanders off across the beach until she finds herself a spot to sit and watch the waves. This way, she can hear the ocean and the party, and she can relax a while before she has to get up and head back to the crowd. ]

[magnitudes]

( Behold, Sarissa. She's come from the water, but has switched out wet boardshorts for dry hacked away denim shorts. She's still got the bikini and the damp hair that is now aggressively wavy, but perhaps the most signifiant change is that she's now wearing a wristwatch for the first time since she accidentally blew hers up during That One Talk, and keeps absently fiddling with it. )

Hey.

( Called out, but quietly, as she jogs the last few steps towards Sarah. Her body is a patchwork of scars, none of which she seems particularly self conscious about - one of them Sarah might recognise from that one stabbing incident, when she was dressed in only a towel. Sarissa holds out a flower crown in offering, solemnly draping it over Sarah's head. )

Your Majesty. How you goin'?

[ohshutup]

[It took some work, but Clara has finally been appropriately disheveled by the salt water and the beach breeze. By the time she drops down into the sand next to Sarah, her tunic is around her waist and she's looking nearly pink-cheeked. It's been a nice evening, spent with good company, and she's barely felt alienated by the lack of a drink or a chicken leg in her hand. She feels more like a normal part of a somewhat abnormal family, and it's made her peaceful.]

You alright?

joseph kavinsky | ota (cw drugs, underage drinking, sexual vulgarity)

[pillz]

fireworks (after sylar leaves) | open

[nights like these are good ones.

he comes halfway through the party, driving his car right out onto the sand. it's an obnoxious thing of beauty, the machine, bone-white except for the black-and-red knife graphic vivid over the sides, a stupid spoiler up on the back. stereo too loud, booming music over the gathering— he doesn't mind at all, deferring to sarissa's preference in songs (less misogynistic, less wildly inappropriate). he doesn't mind at all, being one of the youngest people there, either.

he wades into the rest of the crowd almost immediately, hauling out a crate of fireworks, his pupils blown out from cocaine and earring winking in the light. lets people pick what they want to see. parachutes and li'l baby sparklers and rockets and roman candles, a couple of ground spinners for the kids. but then there's the illegal shit, which sarissa may or may not swoop down on-- multi-tubes and shells to go with them. one of them is crookedly labeled in pen:

DRAGON]

What do you wanna see?

drink | closed to ruby, sarah, et al.

[given she's wearing bright fucking red, it's a little ridiculous that kavinsky actually runs into the woman. but he doesn't know her, and he is not very good at caring, in general, so maybe it's to be expected-- that he spills his beer and slips slightly in the sand, slams shoulder-first into the dark-haired woman standing just downwind of the barbecue.]

Fuck.

[he doesn't say sorry because, number one, he isn't; number two, he wasn't programmed with such automatic courtesy growing up. he does mutter, pull back, glance her over to check that she might be hurt enough to get him in trouble, or else, a familiar face. she isn't. but he's a familiar scent, the boyish mish-mash of cologne and body spray, cigarettes and feverish metabolism. ruby has smelled him, one time before. it was fainter then, buried under the reek of garbage and slow organic decomposition.]

before the carnage.

[magnitudes]

( Sarissa has Kavinsky sitting on her shoulders, standing in front of a roughly assembled frame, high up. There's a long row of fireworks - chunky ones - set up. Kavinsky on her shoulders puts him at a decent enough reach to light up the fireworks. It's a hastily erected creation, largely for the purpose of trying to light as many fireworks as quickly as possible, while allowing some room to be absurd. This is potentially a terrible idea when there are fireworks being lit in the vicinity of her face. )

Okay, Kavo. Here's what I'm thinking.

( She flips a torch in her hand, passing the flaming stick - "torch" sounds far too fancy for burning driftwood - up to Kavinksy, and looks up at him. )

I'm going to try make hypsilophodon and euoplocephalus and plotosaurus. I need you to light those guys up, and then you can stay up there and admire my skills. Work for you?

Jeff Winger | ota

[textualhealing]

Food and booze!

[Here's Jeff totally not behaving himself with his usual strict diet and instead stuffing his face with far too much barbecue and beach food and, most notably, marshmallows. He spends some time roasting those things on the fire, one after the other, but he soon gets distracted by alcohol and seems content to just make sure he has a beer in hand at all times. It doesn't even appear to matter if he's hanging around with other party goers or not, so long as he's got alcohol and junk food to hand then he's set for the night.

The fireworks later on are a nice touch, something that he takes the time to stop and watch, neck craned back as he awkwardly sips from his beer bottle, eyes trained on the dinosaurs and animals mixed in amongst the standard splatter of colour. When he's not watching that, his neck's bent down instead, transfixed on the glowing phone screen in front of him because that's how you socialise at a party.]

Swimming!

[At some point during the night he catches sight of a few others frolicking amongst the waves and can't think of any excuse why he should keep his clothes on. Jeff's come prepared for a beach party, swim trunks under the jeans that he's kicking off, throwing his t-shirt onto the pile of clothing too and then charging off down the beach and into the sea. There's no joining in with water fights just yet, thank you very much, but he seems pretty content to be in the water, flopping onto his back and floating while half wishing he'd brought a beer with him.]

fireworks

[magnitudes]

Mr. President.

( HI it's Sarissa, she's taking a momentary break from a stegosaurus stegging and saurusing its way along before it bursts into green and yellow and white fireworks. She's got a beer of her own, loosely held by its neck, and holds another out in offering. )

Contemplating how to save the country?

ota

[subourbon]

[Alison arrives after dark with a dinosaur cake in hand, as requested. She keeps her sunglasses on - mostly because she's still not sleeping as well as she'd like, after the whole clone-reveal. She picks a spot by one of the small fires and listlessly roasts marshmallows, endeavouring to be polite to anyone who tries to engage with her for Sarissa's sake. Any other time she would have been milling about and trying to make the most of the opportunity to possibly drum up more business for herself, but she just doesn't have the energy for it.]

[magnitudes]

Ali!

( Sarissa is, thankfully, pre-swimming. Her hair is un-straightened, because plans to swim and straightening her hair do not go hand in hand, so this might be about the first time Alison has seen her with the kind of messy curls currently in play. She's barefoot, sand sticking to her cheek and being brushed off the shoulder of her shirt, and as soon as she spotted Alison she's jogging over. It seems like energy is simmering under her skin.

Generally, she's not the person to force a hug. And she doesn't now, either, stops short and holds her hand out for a fist bump. It seems like a compromise. Her smile, though, is very bright. )

ota

[notsheepish]

[Hope everyone likes cheese! Because Ruby brought a huge, fancy platter of it (hey, man, can't beat that employee discount), as well as some beers for those of less pinkies-out tastes. Though everyone is, of course, free to drink their beers with their pinkies out. She will not judge.

In any case, she may not be the most uproarious party-goer tonight, but Ruby is being quite sociable and seems to be having a pretty good time out here. And though she isn't swimming herself, at some point she is definitely removing her shoes, rolling up her pant-legs and walking around in the surf. Splash further at your own risk.]

[coppelganger]

[ When Sarah sees Ruby, she gives her the tiniest awkward wave and starts to make her way over. It's only at this exact moment that she realizes how stupid a person looks when they try to walk on sand. Jesus Christ. Anyway, she makes it without anything too ridiculous happening aside from getting some sand in her shoe, thank god. ]

Hey, you came. You brought... cheese?

ota

[doubleblind]

mingling and fireworks!

[Cosima always likes parties, and after the stressful week full of clone reveals, she's using this as an opportunity to relax and enjoy the company of her friends and family.

She can be found chilling by the bonfire, insisting that everyone, yes everyone tries a s'more. She expertly makes them, grinning the whole time, and pass them out to friends and strangers alike. It's probably best to take the s'more unless one wants to be subjected to a speech on why s'mores are one of the most amazing desserts out there.

Once the fireworks start, Cosima watches them with wonder and excitement. She joins Sarissa even though she can't make them herself because fireworks are cool and Cosima wants the best possible view. Occasionally, she'll yell out suggestions, her requests getting more and more outrageous from jellyfish to dragons to centaurs to the entire periodic table. (What a nerd.)]

swimming!
[Cosima's from California and that's reason enough to seize the opportunity to go swimming in the ocean. She abandons her oversized cardigan in favor of a stylish bikini and rushes into the waves. She'll spend her time starting (and finishing) water fights, jumping into waves, and splashing anyone standing by the edge of the tide.

She'll definitely comment on how the Pacific Ocean is so much colder, a point that would have more merit if she wasn't immediately complaining about the cold after leaving the water, throwing her sweater back on before she even gets a chance to dry off. That doesn't mean she's given up on beach adventures, though. Anyone who won't go into the water will likely be dragged onto a shell finding expedition, as Cosima grabs them by the arm and leads them down the beach.]

[magnitudes]

Co-si-ma!

( wh-oops, it's Sarissa. She sort of appears out of nowhere, scooping her sister up in a bear hug around her waist so she can hitch her up and spin her around in the air a bit. Cosima has the full privilege of now being tall, albeit artificially, and albeit while spinning at some pace.

Sarissa doesn't stop holding her up, either, just stops the super speedy spinning. ) You made it!

( Not that there was really doubt she wouldn't try to, but Sarissa's still audibly delighted that she did. And still not putting her down. )

✿ OTA

[aojona]

1 ϟ GENERAL / MINGLING / FIREWORKS

[ As usual Pablo avoids the alcohol, but Sarissa has thought of everything so there's more than enough options to choose from. He's no kind of cook so he at no point makes any attempt toward the grill, but the provided spread at least reminds him periodically to actually eat -- even if more of it ends up being marshmallows and sips of Orangina in proportion to Real Food.

Pablo likes beaches, though, he's spent a lot of time on them in recent years especially; they make easy place to park and just spend time at, maybe sleep for a few hours if you have nowhere else to go, so he's pretty comfortable even when hanging back on his own (his default, because as much as he tends to enjoy others's company, he does not usually assume he's interesting enough for them to enjoy his) whether he's trying to make sure he eats as long as there's food available and it's free, or sitting under his rainbow-striped umbrella watching the water, watching the fireworks and clapping at them periodically, or people-watching in general. He has the propensity to stare, but will gladly talk with anyone once he can tell they won't mind the conversation. ]

2 ϟ " SWIMMING "

[ If there's anything that should be reasonably avoided by people who can't swim -- not well, at least -- it's going near large bodies of water, although lessons tend not to stick with Pablo. Not in the usual way, at least. A lot of the time it's like the world is a connect-the-numbers puzzle except the numbers are random symbols he lacks the necessary information to connect in order, so the final image never becomes clear as intended.

He just... stands in the water, a bit past his ankles but not quite to the knees. He always wears shorts anyway, so it was easy enough to just slip off his bowling shoes and come out this far in his bare feet, but it seems about all he's able to manage. He can't make himself go in any further or do anything else, except to stare down at his feet to watch them through the water, or look at what catches against them; mostly seaweed, though at some point Pablo lifts one foot, which has somehow managed to snag an intact plastic six-pack ring. ]

BELATEDLY CRAWLS OUT OF THE ABYSS let us pretend this is v fashionable

[magnitudes]

Hey, you made it.

( Her smile is bright and cheery - a grin, really, as she bounds across the sand towards Pablo, catching him with a one arms hug across his shoulders. She isn't normally terribly likely to initiate hugs, but she's on an energy high and there's so many people, and also maybe some bourbon was involved at some point. She's not drunk by any means, but pleasantly buzzed? Yes, she is definitely in that realm.

The hand that didn't get into hugging Pablo is holding two metal skewers, each other an Alarming Number of marshmallows - something like seventeen crammed onto each, with alternating colours. She doesn't address the marshmallow swords for now, although it'd be a reasonable assumption that she might have Impending Plans for them. ) How are you?

jessica jones | ota

[hardedged]

[ jessica jones is here to crash the party. well, technically, she was invited by a new acquaintance — none other than the birthday girl herself. jess debated whether she should attend, considering that she has a reputation to maintain as a misanthrope, but ultimately makes her way to the beach.

she won't linger long; socializing just isn't part of her nature. still, there's no harm in dropping by to check out the celebration. the offer of free booze was impossible to decline. ]

[magnitudes]

( She runs into Jessica after swimming, somewhere in the midst of firework adventures. Her shorts are jeans that were sacrificed to the cause, and she's wearing a bikini because she's stubborn and vain enough to think that November and shirtlessness are not mutually exclusive - for one because she is from the southern bloody hemisphere and for two because it's Florida. Her hair has fallen in the real of aggressively curly, thanks to saltwater, and sand is sticking to enough of her to suggest she was recently tackled. It obscures some of the mess of scars (bullets, knife fights, other fights), but Sarissa is unconcerned by scar tissue.

If Jessica has been watching the network, the face might be familiar from Sarah's recent cloneversation coming out party.

The running into is almost literal. )

Shit, sorry. ( A grin, and a gently bemused smile. ) Hi. Internet friend or plus one?

Dorian Gray | ota!

[brushoff]

mingling
[ Dorian is a social butterfly. So, during the pre-sunset hours, he flits from group to group, chatting up different people and just getting into as many conversations as he can. He doesn't look like someone who's dressed for the beach: instead, he looks like someone who'd be featured in the beachwear session of a catalog. Still, he's perfectly at ease chatting people up, eating some smores, eating barbecue and not dripping it on his shirt, so on and so forth.

There's a few people here who he's definitely avoiding. Dorian might be an asshole with a personality defect the size of Mount Everest, but he's smart enough not to pick a fight at Sarissa's birthday party, especially since he actually kind of likes talking to her. Of course, that doesn't mean that people can't pick fights with him instead. ]

swimming
[ Eventually, after the sun sets, somebody pries him away from Toby/Dorian decides to go swimming/people make fun of his put together appearance enough that he hops in the water just to prove a point. Except the water's cold. And there are fish here. And it's been ages since he's actually swum in the ocean (and no, Blackpool doesn't count). So he wades out a bit before something brushes against his leg...and Dorian lets out an undignified yelp.

Thankfully, he's quick on the recovery, if a little annoyed that he made such a weird undignified noise. ]

Well. That was...unexpected.

[ Just don't ask what he WAS expecting in the ocean if it wasn't fish. ]