002 // [action] + [accidental video] // this ain't no disco
[You may have noticed: tonight's the night there will be a beach party. Nothing fancy, just a bonfire, a barbecue, plenty of beer, and anything else someone might bring to the beach. Things that begin with the letter 'B' seem to be fitting in quite well.
There hasn't been a fancy communicator announcement inviting the whole mansion, but you've probably been invited nonetheless; somehow a few guys invite their friends and family, and those friends invite more friends and everyone is inexplicably related to each other before you know it, it's not just a jamboree, it's an event.
Or will be. When everyone gets here. Don't worry about missing it, there will be something going on all night. Possibly the next morning as well.
-oh... where's Steinman? He's around. And he's well enough acquainted with his communicator to be wearing it everywhere, but not familiar enough to be making any outgoing calls on it. You might catch his inadvertent video feed underwater or extraordinarily close to a smoking grill or indecently broadcasting the lower half of someone or other. The communicator, it seems, is hooked on his shorts. You're welcome, Uncle Cohen.]
((OOC: I'll be slow to respond, feel free to play with amongst yourselves. And feel free to open up a thread anywhere in time all night and off into the next day, as long as it makes sense as part of the par-tay. Your thread doesn't have to have anything to do with Steinman at all. Just, uh, keep it beachy! Over and out.))
There hasn't been a fancy communicator announcement inviting the whole mansion, but you've probably been invited nonetheless; somehow a few guys invite their friends and family, and those friends invite more friends and everyone is inexplicably related to each other before you know it, it's not just a jamboree, it's an event.
Or will be. When everyone gets here. Don't worry about missing it, there will be something going on all night. Possibly the next morning as well.
-oh... where's Steinman? He's around. And he's well enough acquainted with his communicator to be wearing it everywhere, but not familiar enough to be making any outgoing calls on it. You might catch his inadvertent video feed underwater or extraordinarily close to a smoking grill or indecently broadcasting the lower half of someone or other. The communicator, it seems, is hooked on his shorts. You're welcome, Uncle Cohen.]
((OOC: I'll be slow to respond, feel free to play with amongst yourselves. And feel free to open up a thread anywhere in time all night and off into the next day, as long as it makes sense as part of the par-tay. Your thread doesn't have to have anything to do with Steinman at all. Just, uh, keep it beachy! Over and out.))