It's Block Party time! June 7th to June 10th!

[rapturescreed]

Who: Siren's Port and You!
When: June 7th to June 10th
Where: The block outside the Newcomer Community Center
Summary: It's a Block Party!
Warnings: Possible language, nothing worse then that.

The block outside the Newcomer Community Center had been bustling ever since the block party had been announced little less then a week ago. There had been much to get done, and there was little time to waste. With the cure being distributed, the NPP's stance on everything was very clear: they would find some way to put a smile back on the peoples faces. There were stalls set up next to each other, one or two each for a different company, business, or an individual who set out to be enterprising and had wares to show. Many booths were selling different foods or drinks, while others had games for people to play. Some stalls were handing out fliers, trying to promote their business. Each stall had a sign hanging from if that proclaimed what they were, and what they were selling. There was a large stage in front of the center that was for entertainment; they had all kinds of shows for the people to watch and listen to as they milled about.

Most games didn't cost much, or they were free, as long as the person understood that a small donation would be appreciated. All proceeds from the block party were going to help those who had been affected the worst by this plague; some were still in the hospital with crippling medical bills, and the NPP was determined to help those less fortunate. Security was milling about, just as a standard precaution against stealing, or some kind of protest, and each protester was given something to eat, drink, and an invitation to join in the festivities.

The block party would be happening from Thursday, June 7th, to Sunday, June 10th. It would open at 11:00 am, and close around 5:00 pm. This was to ensure that everyone has plenty of time to get their stall up and more then enough time to take the stall down before sirens. Nothing would be left outside in the darkness, but also give enough time to let people have fun. Especially those who wanted to dunk the NPP members in a big tub of water.



OOC: Everyone can make their own thread! If you are a company or a person who has rented a stall, you can make your own thread, and it will be linked on the main post. Entertainment will be taking place throughout the day, and anyone who signed up can make their own thread or comment around. All games can make their own thread as well. Alcohol is allowed for anyone of the legal drinking age (which is 17, for those unaware!), and security will make sure nothing gets out of hand. There will be protesters on the edge of the block on Friday, but there will be no violence tolerated.

All threads will be linked on the main post for easier navigation. This post will serve for the entirety of the block party, which is from Thursday to Sunday. If you want, you can put the date in the subject line, otherwise it is up to you and your threadmates to decide when things take place. All stalls are set up for everyday of the block party. Don't forget to tag yourself in.

Have a good time!

Entertainment Stage | NPP Dunk Tank | NCC Face Painting | The House's Food | Ellen's Liquor | Clinic Quiz Game |
Ball and Bucket Game | Violet Systems Skee Ball | SP Library Stall | Security | Xino E. Mao Whack a Dusk | Struggle Arena |
Iroh's Food Stall | Mugshots' Beer Pong | Duel Monsters Card Game | Larry's Art/Food Stall |
Funtom Toys and Sweets | Finny Fun Fish Booth | S.S. Kahve Coffee Stall | Lion's Gate Food Stall

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NPP Dunk Tank - Thursday 6/7 - noon

[inamartiniglass]

The sun was high in the sky at noon and that meant it was becoming the hottest part of the day. Vesper was dressed in a long, strapless maxi dress with sunglasses to keep the sun out of her eyes. She stood behind a wooden table, yelling to the passers-by. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Come up and try to dunk some the familiar faces of the Newcomer Political Party!"

A white sign written in delicate handwriting was draped over the table, letting people know of the small price. "One dollar for four balls! All proceeds go to benefit Newcomer resources at the Newcomer Community Center."

[retraced]

[Hello, Siren's Port. This is Gilbert Nightray. You may remember him under such titles as 'that guy who runs Funtom Bakery' or 'that loser who magically sprouted his own rain cloud on April Fools Day' or perhaps 'that needlessly suave* Victorian guy serving tea on the other end of the lot'.

This weekend, for an hour each day, he's 'that idiot servant who got tricked into getting dunked in a tank of cold water by his trickster young master because the opportunity for public mockery and entertainment is too good to pass up'.

But whatever title you know him under, you probably know him well enough to want to dunk him at some point. Give it your best shot.

*only appears suave from a long distance]

[circumsutus]

[Stein was wandering. Parties like this aren't really his style, but it's a good opportunity to look around and meet new test subjects.

And he's not the kind of person who would pass up a dunking booth. He buys his four chances, and waves a friendly hello at the man in the tank.




He has perfect aim.]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell's first ball goes wide. It hits the back wall and bounces off with great force, knocking over a row of teacups in Iroh's tea shop directly behind. ]

Oooopsie.

I suppose I throw like a ~girl~♥

[inkyubeytor]

<sub>[If there's one thing Kyubey's discovered it's that celebrations always have amazing food. Treats here and there to steal and snack on, along with ever so curious traditions and events that the Incubator just couldn't resist investigating. He was invisible to everyone but himself as he strut lazily along the pathway, ears twitching at the sounds and shrieks of people around him. There was one particular person who caught his eye though and that person was none other than Gilbert Nightray.

And boy was Gilbert Nightray in a strange position.

It took less than a millisecond for Kyubey to figure out if you hit the target, Gilbert would fall into the freezing water. Sure, Kyubey was a creature that lacked an understanding of Human Emotion, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a little bit of entertainment at someone else's expense. If anything, it was only fair. Gilbert had shot him more than once. It would definitely be worth it.

Hopping up onto the edge of the tank, Kyubey perched there ever so quietly, coming into view as he stared at the man, beady red eyes unblinking.]</sub>

Hello Gilbert!

all the threads??

[motioned]

[She's not actually mean enough to try to dunk him, so she's just going to walk over, standing on the outside of the tank to talk for a few minutes.]

It doesn't seem very fun at all.

[reassures]

[Well, this was a little unexpected. To not see Gilbert for the longest time, and then to find him doing something like this... Nill can't help but wonder how he got himself in this situation, when he looks pretty far from pleased about it.

Nill doesn't buy any turns to try to dunk him (for the moment), but she does wave.]

[his_own_will]

[ Oz rocks on his heels and stifles a laugh as Gil goes under yet again. Who knew Gil was so popular? pffft...

But the moment Gil surfaces, Oz will be there with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye and a towel for the overgrown servant man! Because a good master always looks out for his servant. Uh-huh. Yup.

Most definitely. ]

Only a few more minutes left, Gil. Hang in there! [ lies, it's at least 15! Or was it twenty? Meh. Oh well. ]

[faking]

[This may be a surprising appearance. Some time ago, Alois had taken to ghosting the manor rather than really inhabiting it - and he was rarely, if ever, seen outside of his bedchambers. Well here he is, but his former ghosthood is evidenced by how white his arms and legs are. It's a little bit purple under his eyes too. Must have been only recently he's been out and about again.

But never mind that! Right now he's smiling like normal and leaning in with his elbows against the counter, staring at Gilbert like the poor guy's dinner.]

Boy, Gilbert, [he says,] do I have it in for you. Um, I mean, it's been a while. Is it very comfortable up there?

[excellentviolet]

[Lee totally didn't see this coming-- a requirement to be part of the dunk tank. Well. Might as well look good doing it. So, whoever gets to dunk him in the tank gets to soak a good-looking middle-aged man with a muscular physique, dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and tailored denim pants.]

[scarlet_kitsch]

[Wanda had been slowly making her way through the stalls, tempted by the food and drink, but wanting to look at everything before indulging. She was passing by the dunk tank, not intending to play, when she noticed Lee sitting pretty, just begging to be dropped in the water.

Only a dollar for 4 throws? From what she could see, the payoff would be more than worth the money.]

"Sure, why not? I'll give it a try."

[scienceshow]

[Hm... one dollar, four throws, and dunk a fool in a tank... well, it was something to take his mind off things, certainly. He had to deal with people giving him a wide berth, everyone afraid to get anywhere near him. Well... not that he blamed them, but still proved enjoying oneself frustrating.]

[Less one dollar, plus four balls; Szayel hefted one experimentally, a critical eye calculating the exact trajectory the ball would need to take and the force necessary for a successful hit.]

Well then... anything to say before you get wet?

[It was just an idle question, asked as he intentionally missed with one ball. He really had no idea who this person was, he just couldn't resist being a sadist.]

[soldierfirst]

[An event of this size and magnitude will always draw the attentions of those who would see it fail -- especially, it seems, if the event is run by Newcomers. That's why there's a security team, and one man in particular who considers himself "on duty" all four days. Even when he's not scheduled himself to be on duty, Sephiroth is wandering up and down the street, making sure his people are okay, making sure they're doing their jobs of keeping the peace, checking in with each one individually before moving on in his self-appointed patrol.

Except, of course, for the time he's sitting on the little stool of the dunk tank: someone had signed him up to be dunked, and it's for charity; honor won't let him say no. But that doesn't mean he's particularly enjoying the prospect of being dropped into a tank of cold water. Even so, there he sits in a fitted tee (with SECURITY emblazoned across the front; the 'uniform' he'd gotten for all of his people for the block party), and he'd traded the usual leather for close-fitting jeans instead.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your head of security for the event. Do as you will.]

[recitings]

[Despite remnants of the sickness clinging to Genesis like a stubborn status ailment-- a little sniffling and coughing-- he was well enough to get out to the fair, albeit with a sick mask over his mouth and nose. Despite the cover, there was no mistaking the amusement in his eyes when he notices Sephiroth at the dunk tank.

Immediately, his first instinct is to look around for Himawari. His partner in crime has got to see this.]

[mentors]

[And for when Sephiroth is done with his shift, Angeal has come around a few minutes before, bringing extra towels with him and a ever amused smile at his friend's situation.]

I think that was your most important shift ever, Seph. [For charity, after all!]

[rapturescreed]

[Let's be perfectly honest. Raul Creed is the kind of man that you would want to throw a bucket of water on any normal day of the week. But the fact that you could now pay a dollar for four chances to dunk him in a huge tub of freezing cold water?

Maybe he should have thought twice before making it mandatory for every NPP member to go through the dunk tank. Of course, the thought was that since he was the one making the rule, he would be exempt from said rule, but apparently that was a no go.

But just because he was about to go into cold water multiple times, that did not mean he was any less dressed up as he usually was. Tailored pants, a crisp, white button down shirt, and his usual cravat on. Bring it on.]

[subject_seven]

Uncle Raul! _{[The voice should be familiar enough as Nana runs up to the tank, staring up at the man.]} What are you doing?!

[inamartiniglass]

[Seeing as it's still early, not that many people have come up. This gives Vesper time to spot Raul amongst the people ready to get dunked. She chuckles as she walks up to his tank.]

I sure hope that's not dry clean only.

[inthejunk]

[...Does he dare?]

[discretion]

[Franz has - perhaps predictably - celebrated some of his off-duty time (and admittedly, some of his dunk tank time) rather tipsy, though not embarrassingly so. Laughing, he forks over the money for the balls.]

I will empty out my entire savings account if that's what it takes to get you in that water.

My brain says this must happen.

[calm_tempest]

[It's all for a good cause. That's reason enough to participate in as many games and events at this party. Even so, Retsu is only buying one round for this. Because that's all she'll need and there's no reason to soak Creed-san so many times over. Just a few will do.

[She tests the weight of one of the balls. Ah. Yes, she's a handle on this now. She offers a polite smile. Petite as she is, she doesn't exactly give off the impression of any expertise at this.]

Ah, Creed-san. How generous of you to participate in this event yourself. [He wouldn't have wanted to. He's not the type. Which is why it's so amusing to see him here in the first place.]

all three days :|

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is at the Dunk Tank. He doesn't especially want to be at the Dunk Tank. How did he get talked into this? This is ridiculous. It's absurd.

It's for the greater good, so...

No. It still sucks.

Which means that everyone should come dunk him as much as possible. He flails and goes COME ON! and looks like a drowned Jewish rat. Make him suffer. He's secretly kind of having fun.]

Saturday, 11am

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus has his reservations about these activities...

Specifically because he's heard rumors about these rental tanks not being well cleaned between uses, filled up by hoses, the water not treated in the same way as swimming pools, and therefore such happy breeding grounds for bacteria.

That's never the best thing to consider when you're up on the dunking stool.

He's scheduled to be first up on Saturday, therefore he's made sure the tank was scrubbed out well from the night before, and refilled clean.

Getting nice clothes wet seems a waste, so he's actually in long swimming trunks, a tank top and flip flops, looking a good deal less professional than usual and young enough in face and stature to pass for a teenager.

The water is cold at his toes and he's dreading the ordeal, privately hoping that those who pass by will take interest in one of the other fundraisers instead.]

[guerrilla_morph]

Marco haven't been in a dunk booth in ages.

Clearly this means that he has to change that. So he gets his turns and waits for the next person up who may get lucky enough to duck him. If their aim is good. It's sad that half the time people just miss.

Really, it kinda make Marco weep a little inside.


Not that . . . he should talk anyway. Oh well, who cares.

Dunk Tank - 6/10, late afternoon

[discretion]

[Franz is one of the last people in the dunk tank, having avoided for as long as humanly possible. However, he does have good fun with it: rocking a pair of swim drunks and a bow tie, he seems a bit flushed just sitting up there, but laughing, knowing this is all in good fun.]