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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:09 am
 [Starts] July 16th, 2014 [Ends] August 7th, 2014 [At] The northern Gambino beachside The in character date for this event is July 12th.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:59 pm
 Be sure to check out our flatsale, Bittersweet Memories!
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:59 pm
 [.01] Main house rule of this ORP: Please limit your RP post word count to 100-200 words PER character you're writing. While this is not a hard and fast rule, it's to maintain a generally quick flow for the ORP. Is your post mostly dialogue? That's okay, really!
[.02] This ORP will run its course from July 16h, 2014 (Wednesday) to August 7th, 2014 (Thursday). While it officially ends then, we hope and trust that you will contact any people you interacted with for plot closure.
[.01] Shop rules apply here.
[.02] Mind your post formats. Please do not use fancy post styles or super tiny font. Please? ;3;
[.03] If you are not a Raevan Owner, you may not post until your Character has been posted in the Non-Owner Profile sticky.
[.04] Please don't crowd the Raevans! We all know and love the Raevans, we all have our favorites, but please do not crowd them. You'll all get your chance to say hi!
[.05] Have fun! Somethings go without saying, but some are worth saying; we're all here to have a good time!
[.06] Be clear about stating where you are! Do so by using (( )) around which area you're in, above your roleplaying post.
For example: Quote: (( Some tourist -> Buffet ))
A red-faced tourist sat down at one of the buffet stools and ordered 10 plates of crab. He had the right idea.
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Anachrophobia rolled 4 100-sided dice:
57, 41, 79, 76
Total: 253 (4-400)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:00 am
[.01] BUFFET & BAR
Talk about a blast from the past! The buffet bar from 2008's blowout is still standing and is fully stocked with any and all drinks and summer food you could ask for. Unfortunately, our dear friend We'rika and our beloved Dr. Kyou won't be tending the bar this year, either. But hey! Some unenthused dude is there to help you out. Eat as much as you'd like (please, the Lab paid for all this food).
[.02] THE BEACH ITSELF
Think you're vastly unprepared for this beach adventure? Think again! Lab faculty has brought along every type of beach paraphernalia you can ask for, ranging from umbrellas and blankets for shade, volleyballs and beach balls for play, and other things like buckets, shovels, sun screen, and, uh, whatever the hell else you need on the beach, except for clothes (please bring clothes). It's a nice day out, cloudless with a low, calm tide, so have fun!
[.03] SEASHELL HUNTING
They say many special creatures roam these waters... and, if you're collecting seashells, you might find a few lazing around later!
On any post, roll one 100-sided dice PER POST to see if you find a special seashell. You may try more than once! If you roll the same number as any of the ones at the top of this post, you'll unlock a nymph for everyone!
UNLOCKED NYMPHS:
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:01 am
 As a reward from the previous ORP, a Livestream session held by Rookeries will be on August 2nd (Saturday), from 1:00 PM PST to 6:00 PM PST. Here`s a link-- feel free to request anything Lab related, but please come prepared with any references you may have! [.01] CRAWFISH REWARD WINNERSExpect a PM from Rookeries in the next week or so! (Please forgive delays, summer school is a bummer.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 10:08 am
(( Ian → Buffet Bar ))
It was a beautiful day out, the sun sparkling on the ocean water and the sand a bright gold under his feet, but Ian was torn. On the one hand, he was happy to be invited to another Lab gathering (and without being paid, no less), but he was also anxious about the crowd that would no doubt show up. Hopefully he would see some people he recognized from the Christmas party to help ease some of his anxiety. “Wow, that feels like forever ago…” he mused to himself, shielding his eyes from the sun as he glanced out from the snack bar toward the water. He honestly needed to limit his time in the sun, as he could already feel his skin warming from the walk over here. Being this pale was such a curse; maybe for once he would tan instead of turn into a lobster? Hopefully he would remember to keep reapplying his sunscreen…but probably not. He knew himself better than that.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:00 pm
[[Justin -> Buffet & Bar]] The sun was bright and Justin blinked, sheilding his eyes with one dark hand. Ugh. The ocean was nearby and he valiantly ignored it. The idea of such a great expanse of water with no opposing shore visible was mildly unnerving and it always had been. So, he avoided looking. Whatever, they had free food. He loped on over, sand shifting beneath his toes, and promptly bumped into a rather pale young man. With a sad plop, his DS fell out of his light jacket. Scooping it up, he carefully dusted the sand off and looked up at the other man. "Oh, sorry. Ian, right? Or uh, was it Ivan? Been a while." He laughed a little and popped his knuckles. "How've you been?" He sincerely hoped he'd gotten the other guy's name right. It had been quite some time since he'd seen Ian.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:49 pm
[[ Melanie → Buffet & Bar || Ian and Justin ]]
With the sun high in the sky, Melanie made her way down the sandy shore. She wore her sunglasses and peach bathing suit, carrying her surfboard just in case. Oh how she loved the beach. It was yet another party hosted by the Lab and she was quite excited to attend. She hoped to see some of the people and Raevans that she had met at the Crawfish Boil.
Making her way towards the bar, the smile turned into a full on grin. She had recognized one of the men who sat there. She hadn't truly talked to him, but he was at the Lab's last get together. She hadn't caught his name, but she figured she would introduce herself to the two men sitting at the bar either way.
"Hey boys. Great day out today, isn't it?" she began as she shoved her board into the sand and walked up to the bar. "I'm Melanie. I think I saw you at the Crawfish Boil, right? And I don't think I've met you yet, so hello." she stated, first to Justin and then moving her attention to Ian. She sat upon a stool and smiled, ordering a quick water to start.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:28 pm
(( Ian → Buffet Bar : Justin & Melanie ))
At the sudden jolt of contact, Ian made a startled noise and nearly dropped the soda he’d poured for himself. He glanced up and spotted a familiar face, but it had been a while since he’d seen this other man. “Oh, um..yeah, Ian. And you’re…Justin? Sorry, it has been a while,” he admitted, laughing a little awkwardly. “I’ve been good, though, just working and doing…normal things…” He felt dumb and boring, but there wasn’t really anything else to report. He worked or he sat around at home, or went out to dinner or to the grocery store. He’d never really thought about how boring his life was until now, and it was sort of depressing, really.
But when a woman approached, Ian fell quiet again. Thankfully she addressed him as well as Justin. “Oh, I’m Ian. It’s nice to meet you.” He glanced around, seeing no sign of any Raevans, strangely enough. These two must be regular people like him, right? That was sort of comforting, thinking that he wasn’t alone in this ‘part of the Lab but also not’ sort of condition. “So um… How did you get involved with the Lab?” He asked, looking between the two.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:27 pm
((Tatiana - Beach | Harrison - Buffet Table))
Tatiana was literally bouncing in place at the prospect of another lab event. She'd long since felt cooped up at the farm despite the consistent visits to Camille's new apartment and the search for a new house-- granted, she was a bit opposed to the whole moving situation to begin with. Funny thing- she wasn't on the mortgage so she didn't choose whether or not they could stay. Harrison had been rather blunt about that. She might be a bit bitter about that but had taken up a small detente with her guardian regarding the issue.
After all it was for the good of the family. The hamsa stuck her hands out of the window feeling the air pass over them as Harrison directed the car towards the beach hang out. Her swim suit was blue in color and was a simple halter tie. Surprisingly the raevan was void of bangles and rings- opting to not tarnish them in the sea [after Harrison's urging]. Her long midnight locks here braided in a minimal fashion leaving a lot of length to sprawl between her wings. She gasped when the beach came to view.
"Harrison! Would you look at that!" Her lightly accented tone came, red tattooed fingers reaching to her lips in excitement.
Harrison glanced over the top of his aviators and grinned. He was fond of the ocean, himself and hummed in response. He parked quietly, grabbing his beach bag complete with towels and book- "Fall of Giants" by Ken Follett and slowly got out of his 'grandpa car'. His shirt was discarded to the bag as soon as he hit the sunlight- feet clad in flip flops and a pair of low slung swim trunks clung to his lanky hips. The man was sporting an impressive farmers tan- clad in freckles and a wide smile on his lips.
"Have at it, lil' Duck!" He called after the raevan who all but tumbled towards the ocean, spinning on his heel and heading to the buffet. He gave a large grin once he arrived by the other folks- keeping to himself while they conversed. No need to be rude. He fed the gatorades out onto the table before crumpling the plastic bag from whence they came and turned to face the ocean- spotting Tatiana halted on the edge of the water. She was turned to face him- a nervous posture to her arms.
"Huh!" Trox exclaimed, leaning back on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:16 am
[[Justin -> Buffet & Bar -> Melania, Ian]] "Glad I got your name at least close. I'm not the greatest at remembering that sort of thing. But yeah, it's Justin." His hands fiddled with the ring on his thumb, twisting it round and round. He opened his mouth to say something else to Ian (hadn't he been the flower guy?) and instead turned as a woman approached - a surfer and not someone he more than vaguely remembered.. Pretty though. Being actively social around new people was still not the easiest for him, but Justin gave the woman a tentative smile. "Yeah, I was at that. Ate a lot of crawfish - felt like I couldn't move for a couple days." An exaggeration, of course, but not much of one. Where there was free food, they was, a lot of times, Justin. "I., uh, I work for ICD, which manufactured most of the computers at the Lab. So when they break, or when the servers go down, I come fix them." He smiled and chuckled a little. "And when Zeke breaks the printer - again - I help with that too." Lab, but not Lab. not a guardian.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 7:16 am
[[Doucette and Revontulet > Arriving]]
Ren, though usually the more poised and slower of the two, seemed absolutely speedy as she floated out of the little cab that stopped just beyond the sand that welcomed them to the Lab party. Her guardian, Doucette, maneuvered out of the back seat with new and considerably more careful movements considering the added roundness to her belly.
"I see Trox and Tati," Revontulet reported, scanning the small crowd while Doucette paid the fare and thanked the man for his services. There were a few others, but she didn't recognize them immediately and that brought a small frown to her lips that dissipated soon after.
"Well! Let's go say hi then!" Doucette said brightly, looping her arm in with Ren's, which felt even thinner than usual (if that was possible), and towing her towards the sparkling water.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:22 am
(( Cruz – Parking Lot / Anita, Tango, Damien, Duncan, Mordekai ))
After the white 1989 Camry pulled into its spot and turned off, both passenger doors opened. Laughter spilled out, as well as a loud grunt followed by more giggling as a wolfish dog emerged. Tango's leash was tethered to Cruz, who floated out promptly after. The frei was nearly shirtless, the golden trim usually found on his top absent and the green fabric tied neatly at the start of his ribs just above his ribbon. No bandages around his wrists, as they would interfere with his swimming, but his croc tooth necklace and armband remained present.
”Lots of people already!” Cruz called in to the other occupants of the vehicle as they started to filter out. The frei wrapped Tango's leash further up his arm, taking away a bit more slack so the dog would stay close by.
(( Anita – Parking Lot / Cruz, Tango, Damien, Duncan, Mordekai ))
Once Tango and Cruz were out, Anita pulled herself out of the previously tight packed interior. Anita stumbled and caught herself on the door before closing it. Long wavy brown hair in two braids as usual, her beachwear was airy and comfortable, rather than geared for swimming. Once she got adjusted to the heat of the sand, the sandals would come off but for now, on the pavement, she was grateful.
”Alright, everybody out of the clown car,” Anita chuckled as she moved over to Cruz. He and Tango both were rewarded with several kisses to their heads, followed by a fart noise against their hair. ”Do you need help carrying anything?”
(( Damien – Parking Lot / Cruz, Anita, Tango, Duncan, Mordekai ))
”Don't worry 'bout it!” an enthusiastic voice called as a tall, lightly tanned man with a bed of carrot orange hair stepped out of the car. He was already barefoot and had nothing on but his brown camo swim trunks. ”Mordekai and I'll be the pack mules.”
Damien hurried to the back of the car and popped the trunk. Anita collected Tango's items but left the rest to Mordekai and Damien's discretion until they found a good spot on the beach. ”Damn, I ain't been to Gambino in years. Look what I've been missin'.” Damien shot a grin at Mordekai. ”You come out here all the time, don't you? Ya lucky son of a b***h.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:42 am
(( Claire, Aaron, Ivy & Misha - Parking Lot / Claire --> Anita, Cruz, Tango & Co. ))
Ivy's old Ford Taurus station wagon pulled into the beach parking lot, brakes squealing as it came to a halt. The windows in the back were rolled down enough for a large wolfhound to stick his head through the gap and look around. His tail whirled propellar-like in the face of Claire, his backseat companion, who batted it away when it knocked her sunhat from her head. "Misha, calm down -- hey ---"
"Ivy, you really need to take your car in, the brakes on this thing sound horrible." Aaron put the car in park and switched off the ignition, handing over the key to the elderly woman occupying the front passenger-side seat. She adjusted her own wide-brimmed sunhat and tucked the key into her knit beach bag.
"A little squeak never hurt no one," she scoffed. Once Claire managed to calm the excited Borzoi down, she scooted over and opened the door, taking his leash into hand and leading him out of the car.
"Thanks for coming with us today, Ma. I figured it was only right since you introduced us to the Lab."
"Are you kidding? I've been itchin' to get to the ocean for days. Y'all just gave me an excuse to come -- Aaron pop the trunk, will you?" Ivy opened her own door and stepped out into the sun, taking a deep breath. "Now let's hurry up and find a good spot, gotta even out this farmer's tan." Aaron and Claire both laughed and walked around to the trunk when Aaron's gaze drifted down the line of cars next to them.
"Looks like Anita and Cruz just got here too." He nudged his wife in the arm and pointed to the Camry a few parking spaces over. "Hey guys!" he called, following with a huge wave. Claire gave a smaller wave of her own and trekked across the hot asphalt towards the Raevan, dog, guardian, and company - or rather, was pulled along as Misha sniffed out Tango and took the lead. She tightened the slack and faced the younger girl and her Raevan.
"Good to see you again!" she said amiably, smiling. Misha yelped excitedly at Tango, tail whirling.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:05 am
(( Anita & Cruz – Parking Lot / Tango, Damien, Duncan, Mordekai + Claire & co. ))
At Aaron's call, Anita did a double take. Her smile lit up immediately and she returned both of their waves. ”Hey!” The sight of another dog brightened the woman even more. Beside her, Cruz tightened his hold on Tango's leash. The saarloos' own tail was helicoptering like crazy, ears and eyes at full attention at Misha's approach. Though their sniffing and posture was a bit stiff, there was no sign of aggression – just a great deal of huffing each other's fur.
”How you doing? It's been a while.”
”Hi, Miss Claire. Hi, pup.” Cruz grinned. He waved to Aaron and the unfamiliar woman, as well.
”Oh-- Guys, this is Claire. She and her husband were at the boil. Claire, this is Duncan and Mordekai, they were the ones that arranged the boil. This right here is Tango, and--”
”Damien Lark!” the ginger practically appeared beside Anita, leaning over her shoulder to offer his hand to Claire, ”Good to meet ya.”
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