#event:beach

[eliot-isayev]

DATE: July 4th, 2021 TIME: 02:34 PM LOCATION: The Boardwalk

“So I gotta hit all the blue cups for the teddy bear? Got it.” Eliot confirms with the owner, the toy rifle in his hands. He breathes in and out, then with a sharp glint in his eyes he takes the shots. One, two, three... and four blue targets fall one by one. Lowering the gun, he grins at the owner whose jaw dropped with the shock. “Forgot to warn ya-- I spent a summer working at a carnival once and burned most of my paycheck on games like these so...” Instead of keeping the giant stuffed teddy bear, however, he hands it over to the kid that was crying about losing the game. “Here, you can have him. Merry, uh... Christmas? That’s a thing, y’know, Christmas in July.” The child and their parent thank him before going off to get some ice cream. Eliot, content that he made that kid’s day, turns his attention back to the game. “Still got it,” he picks back up the gun. “Alright, what next? Any prize you want?”

@darkesthourstarters​

[eliot-isayev]

DATE: July 4th, 2021 TIME: 03:27 PM LOCATION: The Beach

“Yo, Lys! Look what I’ve got,” Eliot runs up to his friend by the beach, with Boris trailing behind him unhurriedly. In his hands are a plastic bag full of carnival food, and what looks like a brand new frisbee still in its package. “I won this from a game.” Grinning, he tears open the wrapper and holds out the disc. The raving, manic lights in his eyes suggest that his blood sugar level is off the chart. Eliot Isayev is unstoppable with unlimited snacks to fuel him and activities to keep him moving. “We gotta play this. C’mon, it’s a beach day and it’s summer and we’ve got two people and one dog. And I scouted a place that way where it’s less crowed and I’ve also got us the food for after the game too, I’ve got this all planned out so you can’t say no.” There’s also a chance that he might be acting out, getting himself hyper like this, because of their childhood promise to go to a beach in California one day, the promise he broke. He needs to make up for it, and this is his chance-- and he can’t feel guilty if he is practically vibrating with sugar and alcohol. “Pleasepleaseplease just say yes.”

@lys-ash-rai​

[eliot-isayev]

DATE: July 4th, 2021 TIME: 08:03 PM LOCATION: The Yacht

“No firework on board,” Eliot grumbles, draped on the railing like a wet laundry. One of the staff noticed him with a plastic bag full of fireworks and took them away from his-- confiscate as they call it. Said something about the pack will handle firework show and fire hazard... “Fire hazard my ass. We are literally surrounded by water.” He points wildly at the sea. Boris, not entertained by his complaining, just grunts and pulls him down by the shirts. “Of course you side with them. You never let me do anything fun.” Muttering under the breath, Eliot steps back down and gently pushes his dog away. He then notices that someone next to him. “Oof, sorry, not you. I was just talkin’ to him.” He explains, pointing at Boris who blends right in the shadow.

@brcveheartx​

[leonardo-hastings]

DATE: July 4th, 2021 TIME: 07:48 PM LOCATION: The Yacht Party

Leo is watching the performance from a safe distance, on the upper deck away from the crowd. He hums the song he has never heard of, out of tune and cacophonic. He doesn’t remember when Isaiah’s turn starts, so he is sticking around to make sure he doesn’t miss it. Music is one of those things he has a hard time understanding, but it’s important to his friend so... There should be a point for trying, at least. Sipping his wine and enjoying the buzz, he scans the deck and-- “Lori!” he calls out rather loudly spotting his younger sister. He walks up from behind her and wraps his arm around her shoulder, the wine in his glass swirling dangerously. “Where were you all day? I was looking for you earlier--” he goes through his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a cheap plastic keychain shaped like a star and a dolphin. “‘cause I got this for you. Won it at some stupid game.” 

@oflur​ (Lorelai Hastings)

[coralynn-macclellan]

So we’re going next, right?