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🎤 Event Title: Kali’s Karaoke Summer Soirée
🌺 Hosted by: Kali Keys
🏖 Activity: Beachside Karaoke Party + Bonfire Bash
📍 Setting: Modern to light fantasy/supernatural
👥 Who’s Invited: Open to all characters who’d vibe with a modern summer party—celebrities, supernatural beings, runaways, or the just-plain-curious
⏰ RP Limit: Soft cap of 8 characters at a time to keep things cozy and engaging

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🌊 Event Summary:
After a whirlwind year of fake relationships, viral performances, and half-truth headlines, Kali Keys is taking a break from the chaos to do something just for fun—host a karaoke party that anyone can crash.

Set on a private stretch of beach behind a laid-back bar called The Drift, the soirée features:
• A raised stage for karaoke under the stars
• A bonfire ring with cozy cushions and a s’mores bar
• Open-mic sign-ups for solos, duets, and chaotic group numbers
• Ice buckets full of drinks—alcoholic and not

This isn’t for press. This isn’t for promotion. This is for letting go. For laughing off heartbreak. For singing with strangers. For finding out who you are under the lights when no one expects you to be perfect.

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💌 How You Got Invited (The Hook):
Kali didn’t mean to invite the whole world. She was drunk on freedom (and coconut rum) when she scribbled the invite on scraps of lyric paper and tucked them into old perfume bottles, mason jars, and soda cans.

Then she handed them to a local surf witch, who “promised they’d end up where they were needed most.”

So whether your character found a glitter-dusted bottle on the sand, had one dropped at their feet by a seagull, or woke up with one tucked in their boot—take the hint.

The note inside reads:

“No pressure, no paparazzi. Just music and moonlight. Drift Bar. Sunset. Come sing.”
Coordinates and a little seashell are tucked in with the invite.

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⚠️ Guidelines & Vibe Check:
• This is a modern/open-world event with room for fantasy elements (vampires, wolves, witches, etc.)
• No violence, gore, or world-ending chaos during the event
• Kali’s the host, not the star—so share the spotlight and let others shine
• You don’t have to sing—spectators and wallflowers are welcome

The Drift – Private Beach – Sunset



The sky burned in streaks of coral and gold, the last rays of sunlight spilling over the waves like liquid fire. Music thumped low from somewhere near the tiki bar—something with bass, summer heat, and a beat you couldn’t help but sway to.

A wooden stage had been dragged out onto the sand, strung with fairy lights and draped in gauzy, sea-worn fabric. There was a mic stand waiting like a dare. A sign-up clipboard on a crate of Red Bull and iced rosé. Several mismatched couches formed a sort of semi-circle around a growing bonfire, already crackling and sending up sparks like stardust.

And Kali? She stood barefoot at the edge of the stage, the hem of her white crochet coverup fluttering against sun-kissed legs, her hair thrown up in a high, messy knot that somehow still looked camera-ready. A cherry-red mic dangled from her fingers, but this wasn’t about performing for her tonight.

She scanned the sand with a slow, hopeful smile.

This wasn’t a press stunt. Wasn’t a tour date. This wasn’t for streams or spins or spin-control.

This was for her, whoever else needed it.

She lifted the mic to her lips and let it crackle to life.

“Hey,” she said, voice smoky and soft. “If you’re hearing this, then congrats—you found one of my ridiculous floating invites, or maybe the universe just shoved you in the right direction. Either way, welcome.”

She gave a lazy spin on the balls of her feet and gestured toward the waves.

“The bar’s open, the fire’s hot, and the stage is yours. You don’t have to be good. You just have to be loud.”

She clicked off the mic and tossed it onto the lounge chair behind her like a girl who had nothing left to prove.

The night was young.
The beach was ready.
And the music had only just begun.

Ellen arrived as the music started playing and scuttled behind the Drift's beach bar. Kicking her own shoes off and wearing a hot pink, polka-dot sun dress with a broad-rimmed white straw sun hat. She called over to Kali who she had promised to help.

"Hey Kali, sorry i'm late. Said I'd help with the bar didn't I? I mix a ferocious cocktail!"

Ellen busied herself pre-mixing cocktails. Daiquiris, Mojito's and her favourite, Sex on the beach.

"This is going to be amaziiiiing!!!"

Kali spun at the sound of Ellen’s voice, already grinning before she saw her.

“Ellen!” she called out, one hand lifting high in greeting as her bare feet kicked up sand. “God, you look like a walking beach day postcard. Come here.”

She crossed the distance in a few quick steps and pulled Ellen into a breezy hug, the scent of salt and citrus clinging to her skin. “I was starting to think you got swallowed by a rogue jet ski or something.”

Kali stepped back to let her work, watching with a mock-serious expression as Ellen began to whip up cocktails.

“You did promise. And I fully intend to hold you to your word. If this party crashes, it’s not gonna be from the music—it’ll be from someone sipping a tragic mojito.”

Kali winked, then stood upright again and glanced out at the stage. A few guests were already mingling near the mic, and the fire pit was beginning to glow.

“Yeah,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “This is gonna be amazing.”

Ellen waved back happily, her tongue poking out in concentration as she decanted grenadine into orange juice to get a perfect sunset effect. Content, she stood up smiling and stepped from behind the bar she embraced her friend warmly, and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Ha, the hat's to keep the sun off me, I go a vivid lobster colour without it. You look amazing though, where did you get that dress, I love it!"

She twirled back behind the bar and her mouth went wide in a fake gasp, covered quickly with slended fingers as Kali suggested her mojito's could cause damage.

"I would like to say no harm has ever been caused by my mojito's, buuut it simply isn't true. They've been known to cause devastation!" She giggled as she poured a low alcohol spritzer for Kali, topping it off with a skillfully carved spiral of cucumber.

"So are you singing tonight?"

Kali laughed as the kiss landed on her cheek, her grin lingering even as Ellen darted back behind the bar like a glittery tornado.

“Oh please,” she said, brushing a wind-tossed strand from her eyes. “That hat’s doing more for your look than any SPF ever could. You’re glowing.”

She looked down at the white crochet cover-up, then turned slightly to give a better view, playfully swaying a hip.

“Got it from this tiny little boutique in Venice Beach. It was crumpled in a bin labeled ‘last chance or it’s gone forever’. So obviously, I bought it immediately. Zero regrets.”

At the sight of the cucumber spiral, her eyes widened.

“Okay, that is beautiful and mildly threatening,” she teased, taking the spritzer with a dramatic bow. “Thank you, mixology menace.”

She took a sip, exhaled with satisfaction, then turned toward the stage, where the mic stood waiting under the fairy lights.

“Am I singing?” Kali echoed, one brow lifting. “Sweetheart… I’m not not singing. But I’m waiting until just the right moment. You know—let the nerves build, the drinks flow, and then hit them with something wildly inappropriate and slightly off-key.”

She winked.

“Besides, I was hoping you’d duet with me later. Something dramatic. Maybe Cher. I seriously doubt Tyler will show up.” She scowled a bit, “He’s so difficult sometimes!”

"What? This old thing?" Ellen pulled playfully on the brim of her hat and fell into fits of giggles.

"Really? A bargain bin? You're so lucky, I paid a fortune for this dress. But I do love it. You look amazing anyway Kali, as always."

A couple came up and asked for drinks, the stockier man had a beer but the younger guy took a Mojito. Ellen served them, then went back to chatting. Kali commenting on her cucumber spiral.

"What? It's creative! Wait, are you being smutty?" She giggled as Kali called her a mixology menace.

"I want that on my epitaph."

Ellen leaned on the bar, feeling the sun's kiss on her calves and feet. The sound of the ocean breakers snd people chatting. She closed her eyes briefly, just enjoying being alive.

"This was a good idea Kali. I'm not singing cher though. It's Abba or the highway!" She started humming Dancing Queen as she wiped the bar down.

"Tyler? Have I met him yet?"