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

Comments

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.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer is secretly having fun. Every time he dunks the poor Jewish prophet.

It never gets old.]

[paterelohim]

[Asdlkfjgdfhk hauling himself out of the water on Lucifer's account for the seventh time, this time with so much water up his nose that he feels the need to yell.]

You suck SO MUCH, you make Paris Hilton look good.

[thelightbringer]

You volunteered. I'm just helping whatever charity this is for.

[or you know, whatever.]

[guerrilla_morph]

[ Sup Chuck.

Here's Marco, waiting his turn. ]

[paterelohim]

[Oh, awkward, someone from his dream-creeping.

At least they have one conversation under their belt that gives Chuck a normal reason to recognize him. Which is why he accordingly narrows his eyes at the kid, recognizing that shit-eating expression anywhere.]

[guerrilla_morph]

[ He gives the guy a sweet "what, me?" expression.

Then he throws the ball at the trigger point. ]

[learnyourplace]

[Ever seen an angel double-take? Here's your chance if you haven't. As she's walking by, she'll glance over, keep walking, stop abruptly, and look back.

... What is wrong with people? How is that fun?

Is it even meant to be fun? Perhaps that is punishment for some wrongdoing during the party. She makes her way closer, looking more and more confused.]

around 3 thursday??

[paterelohim]

[By mid-afternoon he's soaked, hungry, and kind of perpetually cold with what appears to be four gallons of water in his ears. Not that Chuck doesn't like water - he does - but this is ridiculous. He didn't even sign up for the stupid dunk tank.

He's going to kill Kurt.

It's just at the end of some smart-mouthed resident kid's turn, Chuck spluttering for the ten billionth time and climbing gracelessly back up to the seat. He gets back into the seat and only then spots her, eyebrows shooting up at her hopelessly confused expression.]

around 3 thursday is good for me!

[learnyourplace]

[Hopelessly confused is a good way of putting it. She watches the proceedings and that's fairly straightforward. Throw a ball at a target and, if it hits, the man in the tank falls.

The question is why?]

What are you doing?

You mean 4? (Also, 6-8, late)

[magnetic_magpie]

[This was petty. Petty, petty, petty. He flat out didn't care. He dropped a nice donation into the box and picked up five of the balls.

Prepare to get soaked Chuck. Because Magneto very much looked like a cocky Israeli brat bent on mischief.]

How you have a towel friend.

[He tossed on ball lightly and caught it, to get a feel for the weight.]

yes i meant four omg shut up 8( (also Friday)

[paterelohim]

Yep, you're hilarious. [So unimpressed with your life choices, whoever you are.

The accent catches his attention, though. He's never seen this face on the Network, but residents don't usually have accents, except for the vague Canadian thing they all have going on.

On a hunch, he adds some bad Hebrew at the end of his next reply.]

Throw the ball already, do it.

ilu <3

[magnetic_magpie]

[He winks and flips a ball lightly, then replies in fluent Hebrew.]

As you wish.

[A smirk and one easy lop and he's dead center on target.

Hope you were ready Chuck.]

[uberboned]

[Hello, Chuck.

Gabriel literally saunters up to the booth, drums his fingers across the wooden boards laid across the stall and casually toys with one of the baseballs with the sort of playful curiosity of someone exploring a new area on their lover.

Except way less sexy.

More like oh God why.] Funny us meeting like this, Chuck.

[paterelohim]

[He hasn't quite accepted his watery fate by this point - still relatively early on Thursday - and gives Gabriel a very wary look.]

Hi.

[uberboned]

[G R I N] Who convinced you to be this much of a sitting duck? I oughta send 'em a fruit basket.

Saturday around 3pm

[ellen_harvelle]

[Ellen had finally gotten a chance to take a wander around the fair. She needs something other than corn dogs to eat.

That's when she sees The Prophet Chuck in the dunk tank. Oh, that poor bastard. So, she ducks back to her stall, grabs a couple of beers, and waits for the poor soggy Jewish man to drag himself out of the tank. When he finally does, she's standing there with a towel and an open beer.

Now, who loves you best?]

How the hell you get talked into that?

[paterelohim]

-Ellen! It was Kurt, I-

[Forget who loves Chuck best, Chuck loves her best. He lights up and promptly makes his ungraceful exit from the tank, not caring that someone else will have to take his place, and makes grabby hands at the towel.]

Oh christ- [FACETOWEL.] Thank you.

[ellen_harvelle]

[She's just going to stand here and look amused. You don't mind if she laughs at you, do you?]

You're welcome. Figured you'd need something to drink.

[empetre]

[She squeaks as a hue-mane shoves her towards the dunk tank, babbling about the fun of it, how its all for a good cause, how he's a volunteer, despite how sad he looks. Heck, she even thinks he mentioned something about the poor man needing a bath.

Oh... well... if he really does need a bath...

She flutters towards the line, hovering in midair and peeking through her mane at the little target, the little ball she's supposed to be throwing balanced carefully between her front hooves.]

O-oh I don't know if I can....

[paterelohim]

[At this point in the weekend Chuck's accepted his face- what Fluttershy's reading as sadness is mostly him being really damp and kind of disgruntled at where his swim trunks are riding up. He calls out to the flying pony.]

You can do it, come on. Give me everything you got!

[empetre]

[She's fidgeting a little, tilting carefully back so she can balance the ball on one hoof, looking so tortured before she closes her eyes and takes a deep, deep breath]

O-okay, if you're sure...

[And then, with all the strength she can muster she HURLS the ball towards the target-----!





..... and it just sort of rolls to a stop barely a foot in front of her.]

:(

[athermercy]

[Elaine is standing at a side, holding a towel and watching how many times he got dunked.]

That can't be pleasant.

pffff

[paterelohim]

[Well by now, he's much more used to it- though being soggy never quite loses its charm. When his break comes around, Chuck climbs out of the tank to meet her with a grateful look.]

It's not that bad once I got used to it. Actually, it's almost fun.

[FACETOWEL.]

But I still need to kill someone for signing me up.

[athermercy]

You have a suspect already?

[She asks, watching him with sympathetic eyes. Maybe she should have made brought another towel.]