#olym:event1

[ofxhera]

Stars and stripes, blue, red and white - the world around her was a myriad of colour, a maze designed to confuse. Only those blessed with steely eyes and a sharped vision could cut through its delicacies to pierce at what - and who - laid underneath. All these guests might have counted themselves among the high and mighty, claimed to have understood the games of power - but Victoria saw them for who they truly were - the ignorant and weak, innocent to what truly lay underneath. Make no mistake, it might have been a beautiful day - one of celebration and patriotism - but even a place of gilded splendor can be a battlefield. When at war, the struggle never ceases. And they might have stripped her of her gun and dagger at doors entrance - but that did not mean she was powerless.

More amused at the sights that unfolded than anything else, Victoria sipped on her cocktail, the bitterness of the gin tender on her tongue. Above her, the sun beat down - but did little to melt the ice within. It would take more than summer to melt the winter of her heart. Catching sight of a familiar figure appearing at her side, Victoria crooned, seizing the opportunity to get the first word in - gain the upper hand, if you would. “The world is becoming too small.” Swallowing the last of her clear liquid and draining her glass, she caught the bartenders attention. “And here I thought this event was for the exclusive.” The words danced on her lips - halfway between a jest and an insult.

[atlasjohnsons]

Richard did not like schmoozing, it was nearly exhausting to do so in a room full of people whose occupations and lives could not benefit him and his own line of business. However, he had long since learned that networking beyond his own visions would go quite a long way in the future. Business was business, whether it came from the hands of a billionaire philanthropist or the children who had grown accustomed to the lifestyle of the rich and famous. After several hours of playing to their needs, a charming smile here and there with some words of acknowledgement and understanding, Richie had grown tired of the whole affair and he just honestly wanted a moment to himself.

Ducking away from the party itself, he proceeded to the beach a little ways behind the party, intent on simply listening to the waves and letting some of his stresses melt away with it. It didn’t take long for him to feel the presence of another, a small sigh of wistful leaving him before they were able to make their way next to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy company, he just hoped it wasn’t someone who would put him in a foul mood. “Of all the places you could have chosen, it had to be here, next to me?” He asked, though his tone was light and teasing. “Am I that polarizing? You must really enjoy spending time with me.”

[medusaivatco]

She thought her eyes were going to roll back into her head.

The promise of free alcohol and the chance to wear a slinky swimsuit sparked Octavia’s interest in this barbeque on crack, but little to her surprise, the guests attending the event were just as boring as she imagined. Millionaires, celebrities, all of it sounded so enticing and yet at the end of the day all Octavia’s eyes were scouring for were faces that were already familiar, all her ears were searching for were names of known devils, all her tongue was tasting for were beads of sweat and blood belonging to old acquaintances. It was in them she knew she would find her excitement.

When she finally located, through the crowd, the visage of someone that actually mattered, her lips did the rest of the work. A smile, a sneer, a smirk, something twisted and in between broke her lips as she slipped her way beside them.

“I’ll let you punch me in the face if you buy me a drink?” The way her eyes rolled towards them was playful. “Or vice versa if you’d prefer.” She made no attempt to explain herself, almost narrowing her eyes a hair as if to challenge, to question, to encourage their reaction. Anything to make this less of a drag, Octavia was willing to try.

[solismortem-blog]

Location: The Hamptons Fourth of July Celebration For: OPEN

Kit hadn’t been invited to this shindig originally, but hell if he was going to pass up a day at the beach.  He had never been before, never seen anything of the ocean besides the dirty and dark water of the New York Harbor, but that hardly mattered now.  The dull roar of the rich blue water only 100 yards away from this row of lounge chairs, Kit feels good.  He’s a fair distance from all of the rich people in incredibly hot suits, and he’s not even sure where his invite went but.  He’s good right here, stripped down to plain red swim trunks lying in the sun and breathing the cleanest air he can remember breathing.  That is, until his sun is blocked by something definitely not an umbrella.  

“...You, uh... looking for something?  Kinda busy sunbathing here.” 

[olympiansrpg1-blog]

EVENT 1 + NEW BEGINNINGS

                                          ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY.

In celebration of the July Fourth Weekend, you are officially invited to a private beach party up at the Hamptons. The party is expected to be attended by celebrities, millionaires, politicians, and influencers alike. Swimsuits are optional but highly recommended, and you can expect 50% of the profit made from ticket sales will go to the Shining Stars Foundation.

For some, this is the perfect opportunity to let loose and have fun - for others, a chance to get close to the other mobs in a completely casual, safe setting. Remember, the party is meant to be enjoyed, which means no fighting and no violence. Rowdy guests will be removed without warning. There will be a metal detector and a bag search at the entrance, so attendees are advised to leave their weapons at home (unless they’re very confident they can hide it well.)

Free drinks and food will be provided throughout the night, with an open bar outside near the pool. Fireworks are scheduled at 9PM.

OOC INFORMATION:

Since this is the first group event, it is mandatory for all characters to show up to the event. Whether they were directly invited or is coming as someone else’s +1, is up to you to decide! 

This is an event all the characters will be attending and the first time all three mobs + neutral parties will get to come together in one space; so interactions between opposing members are highly encouraged. When your character leaves the event is up to you. 

You can use the tag olym:event to track all events, or olym:event1 to track this particular event!, and you are also welcome to begin non-event threads. 

Feel free to post your characters’ outfits/swimsuits if that’s something you’d like to do! 

[aphneius-blog]

On the day of the event I put on my black lace-up combat boots with a small heel. Underneath them were plain black socks. Then I put on a heathered black t-shirt and stylishly ripped light blue jeans. I put on a red and white and blue flannel around my waist. I brushed my hair. I felt a little depressed then, so I grabbed my violin case for comfort.

in which al becomes ebony dark’ness dementia raven way.

[yasminnajm-archive-blog]

❀ WARDROBE: NEW BEGINNINGS ( EVENT 1 )

— ( graphic credit: @helpfulrps​ )

Loulou Cover-Up ( Anthropologie, $148 ) // Organic Cotton Crochet Triangle Top ( Free People, $130 ) // Wildflower Bikini Bottom ( Free People, $70 ) // Bernardo Taci Sandals ( Anthropologie, $198 )

[demeterxcrwnd-blog]

The white marble cool beneath her palms and the fizzle of her third glass of champagne blossoming with electricity as it trickled behind the hollow of her throat, Gwen surveyed the pool deck below milling with bathing suit clad bodies and the midsummer-warmed Atlantic just beyond it with the resigned contempt of one for whom duty was becoming mind-numbingly old at an ever-quickening rate.

Girls in bikinis shrieked with laughter as they were careened into the chlorinated water, the cheery droll of the Beach Boys’ “I Get Around” thudded through loudspeakers, and despite the way that a soft, salty breeze drifting in off the ocean cooled the July haze to what any other day would have been perfection, Gwen couldn’t help but feel on edge. There was a part of her that would never understand the Manhattanite lifestyle, even if she lived it for another twenty years - the carefully crafted facades, the galas grinding on gossip alone, the soirees where everyone pretended with a benign smile that the rest of the room wasn’t out for blood. War was war, and she’d much rather be firing down enemy lines than making small talk with the very same villains. Twisting the stem of her champagne flute between her manicured fingertips, she couldn’t help the thought that she was going to need something one hell of a lot stronger to get through the rest of this.

She was broken from her reverie, however, by the appearance of a figure in the corner of her eye, lingering beside her at the banister. Crossing an arm across her midsection and taking another careful sip of Veuve Cliquot, her gaze still trained on the turbulent blue-black waves crashing onto shoreline, she murmured measuredly more to herself than anyone else, “Tell me I’m not the only one who finds this all a bit...farcical.”

[rtmsyoo]

sunny’s wardrobe // fourth of july weekend @ the hamptons

in between being young and being right, you were my versailles at night

[apollokarlsson-blog]

Never one to miss a party, Francesca Karlsson eagerly waited in line with her invite in hand; looking far too similar to Charlie and his golden ticket. She wore a yellow two piece dress and magenta pumps from Saks Off Fifth. 

[medusaivatco]

         OCTAVIA HENRY at the FOURTH OF JULY PARTY

[solismortem-blog]

Kit Fox, Fourth of July