Summer Soirée

A mysterious card, distributed at specific strategic places through town, on the back, a map, south of town near the lake. A little spot in a cove, easy to access but secluded enough to be far from the rush of town. Only reachable on foot, no street leading there.
A few informations are added :
- Please come on foot, it’s not far
- Bring a swimsuit with you, the lake is an invitation to swim
- If ever you have a musical 🎼🎵 soul, bring your instrument along🪕🎻🪈🎷🪇🪘
- Possibility to pass the night (in a tent⛺️)
- Alcohol is not being poured, but not prohibitted
- No violence, anger, problems or concurrence allowed ! We’re all the same…
- Let the evening inspire you
The doe invites everybody to an evening without stress, everyone can come as he wants, no imposed time, no imposed dress code, no imposed nothing, only zest for life. Let anger, pressure and work at home.🫶🏿
No wifi signal, no technology, no screen, only stars✨ to look at as it will be a very starry night.
Lizbeth Redwood, that well known doe, that lives secluded in the forest, hated by some, adored by other, has made up a peaceful evening not far from her home. She was lucky to possess some money, but she doesn’t need any, so she decided to spend it for the community, that society that accepted her in its ranks the way she is. Her story doesn’t count anymore, even if still some rumors go around on her. She’s that silly doe, sometimes clumsy but always the most friendly and tender to anyone. Everybody can come along and spend some time at her place. She even got herself a total new dress, with colors and flowers (what else…)
💐🌼🌸🌺🪷🌷🌻🍀💖

The place where it all happens :

It’s a small seclude cove at that lake she lives nearby, it has a small beach. The place is very welcoming, quiet and visited by all kind of animals. But for a given time all will be different, that beach is invaded by the doe and her friend Max, they both have been working quite a few days to get all set up, with lanterns and tents, canopies to gather underteath, pillows, cushions and blankets spread all over. It almost looks like a traditional bedouin camp, without the camels, Lizbeth got it all from an arabic friend. A large fireplace in the middle, with cushions all around, some on oriental styled carpets, some right on the sand. All over hanging lights and lanterns, driven by solar energy and batteries. So no electricity to load your phone and or tablet, or whatever. Anyway, technology prohibitted📵, no vibrating humms or invading ringtones🔕, calm is key.

The way there leads through a small forest, it’s all illuminated and Max will welcome you👋🏽

The rules (unfortunately there have to be some)
IC rules :
First, Lizbeth is always right
Second, if Lizbeth is wrong, first rule is law
…☝🏻
No seriously, please, no violence of any kind, no inadequate language, alcohol is not prohibitted, but the abuse of it is, ❌as well as drugs. If you find a mushroom🍄, don’t eat it! If ever you bring some ‘stronger things’ along, don’t get drunk or high, that’s of no fun. You can come as you want, but decency is demanded (naked might not be the right idea). Absolutely no weapons🛑 allowed in site, no harm!! You can leave all at the entrance of the forest. Magic is allowed, but only for entertainment and if it doesn’t destroy or harm anyone or anything. Games are allowed of course, but no gambling, bets or tournaments. Any language is allowed, if I can’t read, I ask for translation, this means that rules also apply to foreign speaking (no strange insults).
Oh, please leave the local fauna in peace, their favourite spot is being invaded already enough. If you manage to carress any of the animals, you’re fine (this includes the local wild deer🦌, as there are some).
If you don’t fit to the rules, you’ve seen that one welcoming you in the alley, you’ll have to deal with him. Max is security officer.👮🏾♂️
⚠️Topic rules, very important, I want you to read⚠️
- it’s open RP, so keep it all PG13 rated, please people, even I am making a lot of efforts
- Site rules still do apply, please be so kind
- Length of post is of no matter, but just say :
author wrote:”Hi”
- Everybody makes mistkaes, don’t judge anyone on their litteracy skills
- Interaction between characters is demanded, even if you never RP’d together, one can use ‘@‘xyz to directly turn towards someone specific. If you want more privacy, please pick a tent (inform the group that for some time you’re alone in one tent, don’t be too loud). Just please don’t go into politics (IC can be allowed, but keep it on joke or simple remark)
- Typical things like ‘god-moding’ aren’t allowed, if by inadvertance it happens to you (it happened to me) please excuse and put the things right IC.
- Time Period… such a vast definition, but to keep it simple, it’s post modern world, actual OOC time (you don’t live in the past, do you?). You may come as character from another time, a parallel world or from Star Trek bringing back home a whale, please specify…
- NPC characters are allowed, I have some too, but limit the number, we don’t need the entire town, the beach is small and coziness might suffer.
Food and beverages… This is difficult.
As said, no Alcohol on site, you can bring some, but watch out, don’t give to possibly present minors. Lizbeth and Max can’t forbid all, so they ask for your goodwill. Lizbeth has made some teas, cold or warm. Fruity iced tea or if you want special mixture, ask Lizbeth. She even made some handcrafted lemonade, the bottles will be plunged into the lake to keep them fresh.The lake contains crystal clear water, it’s Lizbeth’s daily source of water.
You will find fruits and vegetables to eat, no meat. Lizbeth and Max are vegan (naturally, not a choice), you could maybe find a cookie with dark chocolate chunks, but there will be no eggs or milk used in them. Else, the forest has a lot to offer, but remember, don’t eat the mushrooms you find. Lizbeth can manage a barbeque spot for you, but will surely not cook anything meaty🤢, you’ll have to let it calcinate all on your own, and please not on the central fireplace. Marshmallows🍡 can be allowed, as this means fun, especially when lost into blaze or burnt one side and melted the other, quite sticky thing huh? Chocolate may be allowed, but don’t let Lizbeth know.
Phew… if ever you still want to come to Lizbeth’s, she’ll have a very warm welcome for you, beware, she’ll call everyone ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart’, it’s her party after all.

Dusk is settling in, the cove becomes more and more enlivening, the solar lights are about to lighten up. The choice not to bring some electricity was a marvelous idea, as it would mean some irritating humming of a stupid generator, no, nothing has to disturb the peace on this place. As quietness there is, a very soft pleasant gurgling sound of the lake, birds are singing, some wild deer are curiously watching a doe being busy at their beach. That doe buzzing around, arranging last details of her spot, is Lizbeth, Lizbeth Redwood, initiator of this hopefully wonderfull evening.
Summer Soirée “Unconditional Disconnection“ is awaiting first guest, Max is at outpost. Max that big draft horse, always wearing red, is welcoming everyone and guide them through the little forest to the happening. He might be impressive, but he’s as gentle as a lamb, if you don’t irritate him. The place looks like some typical bedouin camp, with tents and canopies, a big fireplace in the middle. Cushions and pillows all over the place, inviting to sit and relax, blankets spread or folded, carpets covering here and there the sand. All around are lanterns of paper or silk, here and there candles in wooden lanterns, Lalten lamps or light chains hanging in the trees. A snuggly soft breeze comes from the lake, the air is pleasantly heated as sun has been out all day and warmed the water in the cove. Lizbeth has difficulties to hold back, not jumping into the water right away. Nobody sees, and in contrary to all her habitudes, that doe wears a swimsuit, it’s an awkward feeling, but if she should jump into the lake, well it will not be naked this time. Lizbeth can be silly or clumsy sometimes, but tonight she’d doing her best to avoid ANY embarrassing moment.
The deer is a bit nervous, how happy would she be if some came to her place, chilling out and have a wonderful evening. She placed her cards on strategic points in town, where she knows lot of people come or pass, but she didn’t dare look if ever there were some left. She didn’t even ask Marge, her preferred herbalist in town, whether someone took a card or not. It’s all a surprise for her. As there will also be a surprise (at least one) for every visitor.
As predicted, not a cloud to be seen in the sky, yes, stars will be out, « little stardust » is happy, all seems to indicate that it will be a perfect evening for the doe.
The fire is lit, will there be people, music, dancers....?
For every guest, Lizbeth has a greeting date, offering food is a very high valued symbol of hospitality in bedouin tradition. Lizbeth has an arabic friend, Yassin Ghazal Jamilah, bedouin camel, commercial in oriental food (dates, seasonings and spices, fruits and vegetables) he lend her all these tents, in fact his complete mobile camp when he tours through the Sahara to get new suppliers.
Summer Soirée “Unconditional Disconnection“ is awaiting first guest, Max is at outpost. Max that big draft horse, always wearing red, is welcoming everyone and guide them through the little forest to the happening. He might be impressive, but he’s as gentle as a lamb, if you don’t irritate him. The place looks like some typical bedouin camp, with tents and canopies, a big fireplace in the middle. Cushions and pillows all over the place, inviting to sit and relax, blankets spread or folded, carpets covering here and there the sand. All around are lanterns of paper or silk, here and there candles in wooden lanterns, Lalten lamps or light chains hanging in the trees. A snuggly soft breeze comes from the lake, the air is pleasantly heated as sun has been out all day and warmed the water in the cove. Lizbeth has difficulties to hold back, not jumping into the water right away. Nobody sees, and in contrary to all her habitudes, that doe wears a swimsuit, it’s an awkward feeling, but if she should jump into the lake, well it will not be naked this time. Lizbeth can be silly or clumsy sometimes, but tonight she’d doing her best to avoid ANY embarrassing moment.

As predicted, not a cloud to be seen in the sky, yes, stars will be out, « little stardust » is happy, all seems to indicate that it will be a perfect evening for the doe.
The fire is lit, will there be people, music, dancers....?

Francis Riggs stood at the edge of the forest, blue eyes narrowed skeptically at the whimsical glow bleeding softly through the trees ahead. The fur on the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably as he watched that big, burly draft horse in red, Max, if he recalled, welcoming each newcomer with easy warmth. Riggs scratched irritably under one floppy ear, grumbling low in his throat. His instincts, battered and bruised from years of chasing the worst humanity had to offer, screamed that this was all far too idyllic, too pristine to be genuine. But damn it, he was on forced vacation, and sobriety was gnawing at him like an itch beneath his fur. Maybe a night in some doe's forest-side fantasy would keep his fingers off the bottle for a couple of hours.
He fingered his beard thoughtfully, feet planted apart in an uncertain sway that was more a habit of intoxication than current reality. Tonight, Riggs was painfully sober, each sensation sharper, the cool evening breeze pricking his dirty gray-brown fur. His scarred hands twitched slightly, missing the familiar weight of his flask, though the sight of the quaint lantern-lit path and the soft, inviting gurgle of water tugged reluctantly at something inside him. With a grunted sigh of resignation, he straightened his spine and began the slow trek down the softly glowing path, boots crunching quietly over fallen leaves and pine needles.
"Just don't screw this up, Riggs," he growled quietly to himself, his voice rough and dry. His sharp blue gaze lifted as the serene, secluded cove gradually came into full view. Despite his usual skepticism, even he had to grudgingly admit it was beautiful, almost hauntingly so. His eyes found the doe who'd set all this up, bustling about nervously, flowered dress fluttering with every anxious movement. She looked innocent, earnest. Far too good for a washed-up old wolf like him to be anywhere near. Still, his ears lifted slightly despite himself, some part of him quietly hoping he could, for once, avoid being the source of the trouble tonight.
He fingered his beard thoughtfully, feet planted apart in an uncertain sway that was more a habit of intoxication than current reality. Tonight, Riggs was painfully sober, each sensation sharper, the cool evening breeze pricking his dirty gray-brown fur. His scarred hands twitched slightly, missing the familiar weight of his flask, though the sight of the quaint lantern-lit path and the soft, inviting gurgle of water tugged reluctantly at something inside him. With a grunted sigh of resignation, he straightened his spine and began the slow trek down the softly glowing path, boots crunching quietly over fallen leaves and pine needles.
"Just don't screw this up, Riggs," he growled quietly to himself, his voice rough and dry. His sharp blue gaze lifted as the serene, secluded cove gradually came into full view. Despite his usual skepticism, even he had to grudgingly admit it was beautiful, almost hauntingly so. His eyes found the doe who'd set all this up, bustling about nervously, flowered dress fluttering with every anxious movement. She looked innocent, earnest. Far too good for a washed-up old wolf like him to be anywhere near. Still, his ears lifted slightly despite himself, some part of him quietly hoping he could, for once, avoid being the source of the trouble tonight.
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