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brokencode[It’s been almost six months since the last time the survivors have gotten together, and Angel is nothing if not determined to keep their wayward, extremely extended family together. With the weather quickly changing, and the sun finally peeking out from behind Spring’s clouds, it’s the perfect time to have a fan service episode beach party!
The sand is soft on the vast stretch of beach stretching between the two homes on either side. There’s plenty of space to soak up rays away from a haphazardly set up volleyball net, and space still for those interested in devolving into a water war off the shore.
A ways up from the sand is a stretch of grass. Plenty of benches and tables have been laid out in a square around what could potentially function as a “dance floor” if anyone feels so bold. Toward the cottage is a long row of tables adorned with a wide display of food from across the planet and galaxy both. Most of it has been catered, so need to worry about food poisoning. There is, however, still plenty of space to set trays for those that have brought food.
And yes, there is a table dedicated to just alcohol. You monsters.
The cottage itself is significantly more roomy than any home for two has business being, but it works to their advantage. Though not nearly enough room to house everyone that had the displeasure of being “cast” for the now infamous series, there’s plenty of room to rest or hide away from the sun. The couches are decorated with plenty of soft pillows, and plush chairs have been dragged into the living room as well. There are even a few bedrooms to curl up and steal a quick nap in, should the festivities get to be too… festive.
All of this information is detailed on the invitation sent out to whatever communication’s device Angel has data for. Perhaps slightly unnerving is the fact that even those Angel has never spoken to receive these invitations. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Just have fun!]
The sand is soft on the vast stretch of beach stretching between the two homes on either side. There’s plenty of space to soak up rays away from a haphazardly set up volleyball net, and space still for those interested in devolving into a water war off the shore.
A ways up from the sand is a stretch of grass. Plenty of benches and tables have been laid out in a square around what could potentially function as a “dance floor” if anyone feels so bold. Toward the cottage is a long row of tables adorned with a wide display of food from across the planet and galaxy both. Most of it has been catered, so need to worry about food poisoning. There is, however, still plenty of space to set trays for those that have brought food.
And yes, there is a table dedicated to just alcohol. You monsters.
The cottage itself is significantly more roomy than any home for two has business being, but it works to their advantage. Though not nearly enough room to house everyone that had the displeasure of being “cast” for the now infamous series, there’s plenty of room to rest or hide away from the sun. The couches are decorated with plenty of soft pillows, and plush chairs have been dragged into the living room as well. There are even a few bedrooms to curl up and steal a quick nap in, should the festivities get to be too… festive.
All of this information is detailed on the invitation sent out to whatever communication’s device Angel has data for. Perhaps slightly unnerving is the fact that even those Angel has never spoken to receive these invitations. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Just have fun!]