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SOME BRATS CRASH SPRING BREAK

SOME BRATS CRASH SPRING BREAK

Spring break!!!

But what good is spring break without a little wild partying? Over on the east coast, Mackenzie Prince has a plan. After getting her parents to allow her to have a sleepover with a handful of her friends, she promised they were just going out on the town, maybe they'd go see a film, etc. So everyone arrived around 5:00 PM, dropped off their things if they needed to, surreptitiously hid their beach-party gear, and slipped off.

The quiet dignity of the Prince home is replaced by the lights and sounds of a college beach party, and the bustling spring break crowds of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There's a ferris wheel, shops, games, restaurants and bars, and the place is teeming with young people out to party. Surely these very clever high school students will fit right in!

HOW THIS WORKS

Mackenzie specifically invited: Iliya, Riley, Ari, Jade, Ursula, Coralee, Casey, Jacob, Cricket, Ulysses, Nia, Vee, Ennis, Addy and Kurt. However, this isn't a strict list. You can get invited by a friend, come as someone's date, handwave that Kenzie invited all the cheerleaders, whatever. (Proooobably only people on that list will be allowed to sleep over, though.)

Everyone is arriving in Three Willows, dropping off their stuff, and then apparating to Myrtle Beach. People may need some side-along apparition help.

They're then going to crash a party, get drunk, and go have fun on the boardwalk while pretending they're totally college students, you guys.

Sleeping over is optional.

» Connecticut: earlier: This is a space I made almost entirely so I could have a Kenzie & Kurt scene, sorry.

» myrtle beach: party crashing: Terrible children use fake IDs to pretend they're kind of sort of adults. They probably get drunk. They maybe hit on college kids.

» myrtle beach: ferris wheel: Look at that thing, it's so neon. You know you want to ride the ferris wheel drunk.

» myrtle beach: the beach, boardwalk & pier: Bars, games, food, the ocean!

» Connecticut: sleepover: Everyone manages to make it back to he house in one piece... hopefully. There's a strong possibility Kenzie's getting in trouble but it was worth it.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Kenzie grabs the arm of the nearest person. "We have to," she says, deadly serious. "We just... we have to." Without asking for permission, she's trying to usher at least a few friends in with her.

[OOC: A video tour of the... experience.]

Edited 2017-03-22 04:10 (UTC)

Ennis inhales deeply. This is his shit.

"Yes. More than anything, yes."

"Huh? Wha--oh cool that's chill hell yeah."

Riley isn't sure where she's being pushed and dragged, she just knows at least one person in the group knows her name and they want her to go inside a place. Seems legit.

Coralee gets swept up in the group that enters Ripley's Believe It or Not. She also has no idea what this place is or why they're going inside, but Kenzie seemed really insistent. Just inside the doorway, Coralee comes face to face with the Vampire Woman.

What the fuck. (She may have said that out loud.)

For a Pureblood sophomore whose parents think she is in Connecticut right now, Jade looks way too at ease here. She follows Kenzie and co into the actual exhibit, but immediately begins scoffing at everything. "It's all fake, you know." She deadpans helpfully, like she's allergic to being impressed.

Ariadne was in a sour mood when her brother dropped her off at Mackenzie's house, but her spirits immediately lift when they arrive in Myrtle Beach. Ari actually really likes talking to muggles and exploring muggle cities, and she'll express more interest in any given boardwalk attraction here than for everything she's ever done at Gooseberry.

She's dressed as casually as you've all probably ever seen her, but the addition of a black lace shawl and a floppy black hat still makes her look markedly out of place among the beachwear-clad college students and tourists. This doesn't escape the notice of some spring breaking frat boy types. Even though she's pretty clearly like... not in college... she tells them that she's an exchange student from the UK, and they offer to show her around, at which point she promptly ditches her schoolmates. Bye, suckers!

After pretty thoroughly disappearing for an hour and a half, she ends up at an arcade (sans the frat boys, but with thirty of their hard-earned dollars in arcade tokens). She's trying to figure out how to play skeeball. She's not very good at it.

Edited 2017-03-22 09:46 (UTC)

See ya, Ari! Don't get murdered or whatever! Ulysses, who is having the time of his life fucking around on the boardwalk, does not ditch his peers — he's a pack animal, for sure, and he gets immense satisfaction from being part of a roving gang of shitty, bratty, slightly drunk, magical teens. Still, he can't deny that the arcade, with its siren song of stupid games and dumb prizes, is calling, and so after some time, he makes his way down.

He spends approximately thirty second tapping the buttons of the claw machine without putting money in (just in case!) before he spots the skeeball. His eyes light up. Oh, yes. Having stolen no tokens from frat boys, he's forced to put a few of his own tokens in, but that's okay. Just one game! Maybe two, if he's winning. Choosing the machine next to Ari, he slips in a coin and watches, pleased, as the balls come clacking down. Casts a glance over at his classmate.

"Where are your tickets?"

Early afternoon: Kurt's Fun Meter! is at No, I think I'll stay home.

But then SOMEONE decides they should spend some quality time together with sickeningly sweet liquor???

Late afternoon: Kurt's Fun Meter! shifts to I guess I'll come to make sure everyone's OK.

But then he went into his older brother's room to ask for help because he has no idea what to wear to a college party, and somewhere in between "I don't know, I don't really find popped collars comfortable? They're great, though! You look really good in them, I promise! But I'm just kind of… itchy?" and Eddy smacking him (lightly) because he dared utter "Can't I just wear cargo shorts? They're so practical..."

Shortly before 5pm: Kurt's Fun Meter! officially reaches Ok, fine, I guess I can do one shot if I go.

Fast-forward to the boardwalk: Kurt's tipsy before the guests arrive and by the time everyone's at Myrtle Beach he's feeling, like... kind of rebellious? Like he's going to try and have Real Fun? He actually ~~lied~~ bent the truth when he told his mom, and then snuck into a college party with a fake ID?! ~~WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, KURT?!~~ He's totally out of his element in the nomaj environment, but surprisingly not so much in Eddy's Myrtle Beach outfit of choice. (He may have been swaddled in a blanket from Ralph Lauren as an infant. This may not be something he's open about at school. This is a far cry from Wilderness Kurt.)

He has no idea what to expect ~~and he really hopes Newt's going to be okay with his sister all night~~. One thing's for sure, though: he's not going to stop at one shot.

It's nice to proverbially let your hair down. Nia took care to assure everyone tonight that oh my god she's not a prefect, and put her money where her mouth was by promptly downing two pink fizzy drinks within minutes of arriving on the boardwalk. She's lookin' cute, feelin' great and two sheets to the wind as she wanders into one of the boardwalk gift shops.

"I want a hermit crab." She says as she passes a tank of them. The idea of a hermit crab familiar is very appealing to her muddied mind, but not that appealing because she wanders away and over to a rack of sun glasses.

She picks up a pair of thick pink-rimmed plastic ones and places them on the face of the person next to her. "These make you look beautiful."

The cheap gift shop mirror makes Ursula's face distort funny and she cranes her neck back and forth trying to get her image properly into focus. She tries puffing her cheeks. It's.. not helping. Neither are any of the drinks Kenzie handed her earlier. It's possible she was a little too eager to down something other than Grotto swill. "Darling, these make me look fabulous," she corrects, making a final duck face in the mirror. (Ursula does Spring Break looks suspiciously like someone getting ready to go yachting, not do keg stands. The sunglasses make her look ridiculous.)

The nearest display is covered in neon t-shirts with the words 'Myrtle Beach' emblazoned across the front. Ursula isn't that drunk and she wrinkles her nose and turns away from them, catching sight of the hermit crab tank again. Hermit crabs are cousins of tiny lobsters, right? She should ask Kurt about them... but he isn't here right now. Maybe Nia is secretly a genius about tiny lobsters and their potential cousins. As she muses, she drifts closer to the tank. "Do you think they can attack people?"

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Nia's found the shot glasses, and right below them, little bottles of sand and tiny seashells. Kitschy. She picks one up and spins it between her fingers, watching the contents jumble around. "I don't know. They just seem kind of sleepy, don't they? Maybe the big claw is false advertising."

Replacing the little bottle on the shelf, she turns and joins Ursula by the tank of them, bends forward and peers inside at the little red critters. "Are you in the market for a guard animal? You can probably do better than this."

"I have an inchworm, but she should be coming out of her cocoon anytime soon and then she'll be gone," Ursula replies, sounding a little wistful. Wormsula had been an ideal roommate - she was quiet, didn't take up much room, and she hadn't eaten in months. The corner of her desk just wouldn't be the same without her little cup.

"Just look at them. They're so tiny and ugly." Is Ursula cooing? She might be cooing. "Didn't you say you wanted one?"

"Empty nesting is hard." Nia says slowly, nodding as though it's an experience she is familiar with. She pulls her glasses down her nose and peers at the crabs in their little spiral shells. One of them, a voyeur, no doubt, is wearing a clear plastic shell so that its entire body is visible. It kind of creeps her out.

She looks up at Ursula and grins, "They are so ugly."

Nia loves ugly animals.

"But I can't spend money on something like this."

"I would normally agree with you, but just look at them? They're stuck in this super tacky shop," Ursula says and gestures to a nearby shelf displaying the world's ugliest googly-eyed seashell animals. "And, okay fine, they probably don't realize this, but they're ugly and no one is going to adopt them unless you do, Nia." By this point, it seems that Nia was correct and the hermit crabs have little interest in suddenly leaping at their faces and instead just wiggle their antennae a lot.

Still, it doesn't seem like a terrible idea to search 'can hermit crabs spit acid' on her phone, but Ursula gives up after the the fifth time of typing in 'herbit crbs'.

"I'm pretty sure they don't actually spit acid," she concludes aloud, as if anyone else was concerned about this.

Ursula is a bad influence. Nia looks from her to the tank, back and forth several times, trying to think of what to do. Spending money on frivolous things that require future time commitment is not something Sober Antonia would do. But Sober Antonia is out of the office, right now, and you'll have to leave a message.

Their tiny black eyes are kind of adorable in a miniature eldritch horror kind of way.

And look at those wobbley antennae.

A belabored sigh escapes her and, disgusted with herself at the realization that she's going to do this, she mumbles, "Ugh, oh my god."

"I can't though. Look at this." She jabs her finger at an informational postcard set up on the shelf above the tank. "It says they're social animals. I can't just get one."

Rude, Nia. Ursula is a great influence. Especially when she's suggesting taking on responsibility for tiny crab lives while intoxicated.

"What? Let me see." Oh, wow, would you look at that, a little care card. You shouldn't trust what you read on the internet anyways, Ursula.

Hm, hm, social animals, heat, sand, tank, humidity. So maybe a little more work than a hibernating inchworm. But hey, no mentions of acid. Pinching is a bit of a turn-off, but maybe they can name it Riley and then it'll be a cute character trait. This could definitely work.

As for Nia's immediate issue, that's easily solved. "Then we'll just get two. One for you and one for me."

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Hanging out with Casey's shitty home friends is one thing, but when faced with the prospect of spending the evening with Kenzie and all her friends, well. Look. Jacob might not be in the loop, but he has a pretty decent idea that these girls would all fit in swimmingly in Slytherin. Okay, maybe not Riley, but the less said about the last year at Hogwarts, the better. Either way, not exactly Jacob's crew of choice.

So, yeah, okay, it's been like only a couple days since Jacob last saw Isaiah, but he can really use the familiar face to get through the evening. Also... a considerable amount of alcohol. Sadly the cute foreign accent trick was less successful at winning free drinks than it was some unwanted attention from some college girls who started cooing over him. But in the end, alcohol was obtained and as he's walking along the boardwalk with Isaiah, he finds that the allure of the flashing lights of the arcade are too hard to resist.

"Wanna go inside?"

Hanging out for an evening with a bunch if drunk juniors is...not Isaiah's idea of a good time. It wasn't his idea of a good time when he was a junior, and now it sounds just that much more like his idea of hell.

But Jacob is really, really cute, and fun to be with, and they've been awkward since the masquerade (totally his own fault, but still.) He's in no position to turn a real, live, out-of-school not - date down.

So here he is.

"Sure," he says, looking at the building. "Though I hope you know how to play muggle games, because I don't."

"Naw, but, they're muggle games? How complicated can they be?" Jacob says and heads for the nearest machine which is cheerily blinking 'GAME OVER' across its screen. Drunk and fully confident in his abilities to outsmart this muggle machine, he starts pressing buttons to no avail. Shortly before a nearby seven year old can come to his aid, he notices the 'Insert Token' prominently displayed on the screen.

"Well, shit, we need some special muggle money."

"Uh," Isaiah says, at a loss. "Are you sure? We could give it a Knut. Do muggle even have-" but that's stupid. Half a second ' s thought makes it obvious that muggle must have special money. He's just never thought about it before. "Shit."

Jacob shoots Isaiah a look that's both amused and incredulous. He's trying really hard not to laugh, he is, but the corners of his mouth keep twitching. "Guess there's a reason the fine people at Hogwarts put Muggle Studies in the curriculum," he teases as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a ten dollar bill someone handed him when they first arrived. "Ta-da, we're rich."

"Yes, well, I was homeschooled before Gooseberry," Isaiah says, sheepish. He peers at the bill- he's not entirely sober- and realizes he's got no idea how much it's worth, so maybe they are rich. "I guess that means you're paying."

Shit, did this just become a date? Don't move too fast there, personfriends.

"Yeah, okay fine, but only cause I think you're kind of cute," Jacob teases, the words coming more easily than they have in the weeks since the dance. There's usually something strangely comforting about being around Isaiah, but lately it's been, well, yeah, awkward. But alcohol and no threat of running into Evercreech are helping smooth things over at the moment.

Jacob does realize this paper money is going to be completely useless for the machines and thankfully for everyone involved there's a token machine nearby. Off goes their muggle fortune into the bill slot after a few tries and tokens come clinking out. "So, homeschooled? Like a private tutor?"

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Jacob & Isaiah

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Riley is barefoot. That much she knows. There are very few other things she can actually pin down, however. Are they… still at the beach? Oh, there’s sand between her toes, okay, they’re still at the beach. Or a beach. Okay, cool, she knows two things now: she’s barefoot, and she’s at a beach.

Cool.

“WHO WANTS TO SING ME A DRINKING SONNNNNG?” she kind of just yells out into the ocean, hoping one of her friends is in the vicinity as she sinks down to sit on the sand. “Someone sing me to sleeeeeep.”

Edited (i can't read) 2017-03-24 01:03 (UTC)

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SOME BRATS CRASH SPRING BREAK

MYRTLE BEACH: THE BEACH, BOARDWALK & PIER

Kenzie's fascinated by Ripley's Believe It or Not!

Ennis is also fascinated by Ripley's Believe It or Not!

Riley will be fascinated by Ripley's Believe It or Not!

"Fascinated" is probably not the right word for Coralee's reaction to Ripley's Believe It or Not!

Jade is Above Fascination

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Ari & Ulysses

Kurt & Open (or whatever, I just wanted to point out that he's A REBEL.)

Nia and window shopping (open)

Nia & Ursula

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Riley, Casey, Cameron and Open, on some beach and sloppy drunk