[OPEN] you can swing it, you can groove it, you can really start to move it at the hop

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Who: Magnus bane (appetitive), Alec Lightwood (angelic_archer), & YOU!
Where: The Vinyl Destination music store
When: night of May 14th
What: An open-invitation party to celebrate the opening of the store
Warnings: Please tag accordingly in your threads!

I. Rock Around The Clock Being that this party is for the opening of a music store, it makes sense that the main feature of the night is a dance floor! Music from throughout the 1950s will be playing, both in the store itself as well as the large loft above that has been converted into a miniature sockhop for everyone in attendence. Records and streamers hang from the ceilings and there is a lot of black, white, and pink to be seen. There's also a small stage in one corner set up for anyone brave enough to pick up one of the guitars that usually adorn the shop downstairs, as well as several microphone stands that are hooked up to a karaoke machine. Come in and dance the night away! Anyone wearing era-appropriate attire will random prizes. II. All Shook Up Being that this is a Magnus party, there is a wide range of cocktails to sample being made at the open bar. Most of them are were what was popular at the time—Manhattans, Old Fashioneds, the classic Gin & Tonic—but requests for specialty drinks are being taken as well. There are also, in true 50s style, milkshakes that are creamy enough to tempt even those who would usually try to resist. But there's a twist: they're alcoholic. None will be served to minors, but it's totally possible that the adults won't realized their delicious treats are spiked until after they've had their second (or third) glass. Also, though the upper loft is well-lit for dancing, the first-floor store has plenty of dark corners for making bad decisions. So grab your honey, grab a drink, and enjoy the night together. III. Tutti Frutti Half of the upper loft is dedicated to refreshments as well as boasting furniture looks like it was ripped from a diner—you guessed it, chrome with red vinyl upholstery. A table along one wall is ladden with miniature versions of popular diner food—cheeseburgers, hot dogs, even tuna melts—as well as french fries and plenty of other finger food. And, because this is the 1950s, there's jello. Lots of jello. So much jello that it's insane, how can anyone love jello this much? Luckily, if you don't go ape over gelatine-based desserts, there are also record-shaped cookies and non-alcoholic milkshakes for the kiddies. Seeing as this is a small town with families, and thus minors, there are plenty of drink options for those who aren't yet old enough to drink or who prefer not to. IV. La Bamba No invite is necessary, IC or OOC, for anyone who'd like to jump in and join the party! It's safe to assume that flyers have been up around town to announce the time and place. Hopefully, with enough people in attendance throughout the night, there's plenty of chances to make friends (or maybe enemies). Feel free to choose your own adventure, and don't worry about boundaries—if it doesn't break the game, it won't break this party post! But be aware that your hosts, one of whom is a warlock and the other a demon hunter, won't stand for any altercations inside the store. Instead, maybe take it outside if the mood or your ex-girlfriend strike you. If you'd like to assume that you're helping run the party—bartending, music playing, etc—go nuts and have fun! CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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She can't help the giggle that escapes her mouth alongside her nod, amusement written clearly on her face. She's never thought much about cats, especially in comparison to jello. It's an apt comparison, though, and she can't help the amusement in the comparison, though. "I don't think I would have thought to compare jello to cats, but I do suppose that you have a point! Both are pretty malleable." Cats can get through, changing shape, and jello...well it takes on whatever shape it's container has.

Izzy doesn't think of herself as an incredibly violent person, but it just comes...easy to see the damage that something like her muffins could do. It's something that she, Alec, and now Magnus seem to have in common. "Do you and Alec have any that you can't get along with?" Izzy jokes, noting the wince of her brother in law. "No nasty neighbor is safe, but I'm pretty sure you and Alec are." Izzy winks, reassuring Magnus that she won't inflict ther muffin-y wrath on him any time soon.

She can't think of a reason that she would, plus it would definitely not make her brother happy. Even if they were to fight, and she hopes they don't, he wouldn't be happy with her doing anything like that. Shaking that thought off and following Magnus' gaze, Izzy gives a bit of an amused snort. "You know my brother...gooey center but not the person that is quick to be social. Don't tell him I said that, he probably won't like that." Izzy teases, confident grin on her mouth and lifting a hand to wave at her brother.

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"Neighbors? No, so far everyone we've met has been lovely," he reassures her with a laugh and a pat on the shoulder. "There's no reason to start assassinating neighbors unless they get a little too nosy and start looking through the hedges." Though, if any of the neighbors started causing problems for Magnus and his budding family, they'd have more to fear than losing a few teeth on Izzy's cooking.

Magnus smiles while nodding to agree with the assessment. "A gooey center with a hard shell, but his secret is safe with us" he adds, lifting a hand and zipping up his lips before throwing away the key. "I think people realize it as soon as they spend more than ten minutes and actually try getting to know him."

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"Well, that's a relief. I won't have to bake any time soon." The petite shadowhunter jokes, a twinkle of mirth in her eyes. She's not exactly serious about the threat, anyway. But everyone gets a bit of a kick out of it, and Izzy has never been one to not take the easygoing road in interactions like this. The pat on her shoulder throws her off of her game for a moment. Izzy hadn't forgotten about her promise to her brother, but she also hadn't followed through just yet either. So, the pat on her shoulder feels a little more uncomfortable than anything else. She's done everything she could to hide it, from everyone, thus far. Her smile falters slightly as she continues to joke. "I'll be on the look out in the hedges." She winks, lifting her hand up to Magnus' elbow in a small touch, and half guiding his hand away from her shoulder.

She manages, mostly, not to miss any conversational beats, though. Nodding at Magnus' assessment she can't say she disagrees about her brother, not in the least. "That's what I tend to tell people, like Clary when I ran into her." Wetting her lips, considering the fresh reminder....and for the sake of not lying to her brother, Izzy choses the moment to segue into something that she's been putting off.

"Speaking of Alec's gooey center..." Izzy sighs, hating to do this at all. "I promised him that I would ask you to look at my shoulder some time." Holding up the hand opposite the shoulder he managed to touch, Izzy holds it up as a preventative....just in case he worries or is gung-ho like her brother can be at times. "I'm not in a hurry, it's no rush, but whenever you have time coming up. It's been bothering me a little since the accident and you know how Alec worries." Izzy speaks lightly, downplaying it all.

After all, Alec is probably just being a worrywart. That's what she keeps telling herself, anyway. She's not sure why she's put it off until now either, though. And a party is a terrible time to bring it up, but....better now than never, she's sure Alec would say.

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Magnus notices the way that Izzy seems to shy away from his hand on the shoulder and withdraws it quickly. Though he doesn't say anything to draw attention to the reaction, he worries that maybe he'd crossed some invisible barrier between himself and Isabelle. Alec had been the poster child of barriers, after all, and though Magnus had been an exception for breaking them down, it was possible that the younger Lightwood sibling wasn't as comfortable with him as he'd thought. Chuckling softly as his hand is moved further away, he waves it through the air to conjure himself a bright green drink from the nearby bar to sip at as he regains a bit of his footing.

When the explanation comes, it brings with it a flash of memories and he instantly regrets forgetting about the injury in the first place and feels idiotic for taking it personally. "Of course, muffin, I'd be happy to take a look and do what I can to help. And not just because Alec is involved," he adds with a smile. Isabelle is the sister of his husband, yes, but that isn't the reason he wants to help. She's a wonderful young woman, and he's confident that they would have become friends regardless of how things had transpired between him and Alec. "Let's leave it for another day, though. Right now my prescription is dancing and drinking," he says, grinning as he creates another cocktail, this one a rich purple in hue, and offers it to Izzy.

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Well, Izzy knows that her brother will be relieved. And she's done exactly what she promised she'd do now....she's spoken with Magnus about the energy, which means that she's a woman of her word. There aren't many people that Izzy is comfortable speaking with an injury about--even her brother borders on the uncomfortable, so the fact that she trusts Magnus on this level is importang. She hates being...weak and vulnerable, but she knows that he'll help and she doesn't believe that he'll see her as weak, or a burden because of it.

"Thank you, Magnus." The words are genuine as Izzy gives her brother-in-law both a smile and a nod that shows just how much she respects him. She trusts that he'll keep his word. Knows it, actually. The laugh that bubbles up escapes after a moment. "I knew you adored me!" She teases before brightening a the sight of the purple drink that is conjured for her.

"I think that sounds like an excellent idea. My favorite sort of prescription!" Taking the cocktail Izzy lifts it slightly. "To family, mainly the two most stylish individuals in our's, hm?" Izzy winks, playfully, not even letting a lingering injury dull her sparkle and demeanor.

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Though Magnus does view Isabelle as a human being, a perspective that many Shadowhunters lacked when regarding themselves and their peers, Magnus would never see her as weak. Isabelle had both physical and mental strength, obviously as skilled at forensics as she was fighting, but she was also one of the most emotionally in-touch Shadowhunter he'd ever met. Even if she sometimes struggled with others perceived her, she was emotionally available to his siblings when they needed it most.

"It's my pleasure, Isabelle," he said, just as genuine as her gratitude had been. "My affection for you can be our little secret. We wouldn't want Alec to get jealous, would we?" he teased back, handing over the drink with a wink. He was happy to see her brightening again, the topic of her injury dealt with and forgotten in the face of a fun evening. Lifting his glass, he grinned at the toast she gave. "Especially to the one who can pull off six-inch stilettoes," he added, tapping his glass against hers to seal the toast.