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

[appetitive]

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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caroline forbes • open

[coy]

[ Did someone say a theme dance? Decades themed dances are Caroline's jam. They are TVD's bread and butter and they are where the action happens.

Except, Caroline secretly hoped that the most action that happened at this one was that someone spills a glass of something on the floor. After years of organizing and hosting decades dances, she just wants to go to a normal themed party and not have someone die. Please?

You will see Caroline dressed for the occasion.

I. Round the Clock.Caroline is a great dancer and if you're standing in the corner, she might pull you out onto the dance floor to dance with her.]

Come on, dance with me.

[ If she's not dancing, she's socializing or well, singing at the karaoke machine, after a drink or two. The town's resident music teacher prefers 80s tunes but she'll sing a few cute 50s themed songs for the occasion. ]

[ II. All Shook Up What's a party without a little booze? You'll catch Caroline getting a drink, taking a sip and--] You've got to try one of these.

I. Round the Clock.

[appetitive]

[As host, Magnus finds that it's not only part of his duty to set an example, but also he's looking to cut loose a little. But he is, tragically, on the dance floor alone. He doesn't blame Alec for abandoning him—not everyone can jitterbug and at least his husband knows how to waltz—but it does mean he's looking for a partner. And when he spots someone he doesn't recognize, he thinks he's instantly found one.

Dancing up to Caroline in a way that is surely smooth, yet I have no idea how to describe, Magnus offers her a hand.] Anyone dressed like that is someone I must know. Thank you for coming to our party, my dear.

[coy]

[ Ah, the host. As if she was going to come to a party without finding out who the host is. Please, this is Caroline Forbes we're talking about. Even with her Pines filter, she's a nosy nelly. As it is, she takes his hand happily and grins.]

Thanks for throwing it. Magnus, right? [ Her grin widens.] I have to admit, seriously, this party is pretty amazing.

[appetitive]

[Magnus wouldn't mind one bit since he's just as nosy when it comes to a small town like this. One of his favorite things to do is gossip and get to know who's who.

Smiling, he nods at the question. She's either one of the few that came after seeing the flyers around town, or is a friend of a friend. Either way, introductions are in order.] Magnus Lightwood-Bane. That delectable man over there—[He waves a hand towards Alec who is, of course, standing in a dark corner but is at least talking to another guest]—is Alec. He owns the shop downstairs and somehow agreed to be my husband.

[He spins her on the next cue in the music before pulling her right back in to continue the conversation.] And what do they call you?

[coy]

[ Caroline casts a glance towards the man Magnus points out and looks suitably impressed because Alec is the very definition of tall, dark and handsome. Like wow. Caroline looks back at Magnus with a knowing smirk.] So you guys win the best looking couple award, hands down.

[ She spins very gracefully when he twirls her and smiles again when he asks her name.] I'm Caroline Forbes. No hyphenated name, unfortunately, I'm tragically single. [ She doesn't sound too destroyed.]

[appetitive]

[Laughing at the compliment, he tries to look modest but probably fails since he's still beaming happily.] I don't know about that, there are some gorgeous couples to contend with.

Pleased to meet you, Caroline. There's nothing tragic about being single! Surely not everyone in town is tied down. [Though, as he glances around, he realizes that most of the friends he's made so far are taken.] I'd introduce you to something, but matchmaking is not one of my many skills.

[coy]

Show me another one and I'll tell you you're wrong. [ She grins at him cheekily before she shrugs at his assertion that there's nothing tragic about being single. But when he offers to match-make, sort of, she laughs.]

My "love life" here is complicated enough but thank you for the offer. I'm happy for now.

II. All Shook Up

[withstyle]

[Izzy's doing her very best to make the rounds, though, admittably she has spent more time on the dance floor and snacking on the jello that everyone else seems to wrinkle their nose at than sampbling the booze herself. However, the words reach her just as she's passing by, so the petite shadowhunter can't help but stop.

If the blonde's taste in alcohol is as good as her taste in fashion then Izzy figures she probably can't go very wrong. Stepping a little closer, Izzy tilts her head, grin going nowhere.] Well, when you put it that way! [Her tone is teasing, a bit of laughter in her voice, but she is in a good mood, after all.] What is it you've got here, exactly? [She asks curiously, game for just about anything, really.]

[coy]

Alcoholic milkshake. It will change your life, [ she nods seriously, although her smile falters when a memory of the woman standing in front of her emerges in her mind.] Izzy... [ she breathes her name.] I remember you.

[withstyle]

Well, if it'll change my life....who am I to say no! [The retort comes with an easy grin, noting the look on the other woman's face and tilting her head as Caroline--the name jumps to her mind--and realizing that the stylish blonde is right. She knows her, remembers her, too.]

I don't care how many times memories hit me...it's still startling. [Iz reassures, still smiling, though it is a little bit jarred too.] I remember you too....Caroline, right? I seem to remember things in bits and pieces since my accident.

[This one is different, though. She remembers the blonde at one of the many, many monthly activities, and not only that, but she remembers the blonde and racks of clothing. A shop. Izzy is trying not to make a huge deal out of it, for the moment, though.]

So, what kind of liquor is in the milkshake, do you know?

[coy]

My brain is a bit foggy since my own accident, [ she says, towing the company line for now. They're undoubtedly being monitored, after all. This was a big party, she wasn't going to slip up now.]

I have no idea what kind of alcohol though. Probably some kahula or something.

[withstyle]

At least I'm in good company, then. [She offers, a smile pulling at her lips and avoiding speaking any more of the past. It really is easier said than done, okay? So, so, easy to slip up!

Bobbing her head in a nod, though, Izzy can imagine that liquor being good in ice cream.] That makes sense. [Izzy goes for one of her own and lifts it up.]

I'm trusting your taste here, Care, so cheers! [The nickname comes unbidden and just...seems right. So, she figures it might belong to the woman that she didn't remember until stopping to talk to her. It really is strange how that works. Pushing that thought off Izzy takes a sip and her red lips form into a wide grin.] Okay, when you're right you're totally right! This is almost too good.

II. All Shook Up

[volitaunt]

[ This is so very much not Poe's scene. Themed parties, formal occasions, they're the purview of politicians and socialites, not pilots. He's not particularly dressed for it-- he wasn't sure how to dress for it. Jeans, black t-shirt, brown leather jacket that makes him feel homesick for reasons he hasn't been able yet to pin down.

There's a moment when he walks through the front doors that he considers just turning around and walking back out. Except there's a familiar voice, telling him he's got to try something, and he feels a mix of relief and doom.

Doom, because now he can't run away. ]

...What is it?

[coy]

[ She's happy to see he came, that he caught her not-so-subtle hint of stuffing a party flyer in his mailbox with a note encouraging him to consider attending. And she's taking a sip of a new cocktail when she spots him and reaches out to grab him by the arm, pulling him towards her and shoving the drink in his hand.]

Just try it, dummy. [ It's an alcoholic, chocolate milkshake.]

[volitaunt]

[ Okay, all right, fine. He tries it. Skeptically. It tastes like chocolate, only it's chocolate that wants to kick him in the throat. ] Okay.

[ He tries a little more. ] That's actually not bad. Is chocolate really that easy to get here?

[coy]

[ She grins and looks at the server, signaling that she'll need another.] You're in America, Damn-o-man, chocolate is as easy as stealing candy from a baby.

[volitaunt]

[ He just shakes his head. That's weird. He remembers real chocolate being a rarity, something replicated and synthesized and very rarely actually tasted. Still, he will keep this chocolate milkshake, thank. ]

America. [ He wants to be excited, intrigued, engaged with the fact that he's on a world he's never even heard of. Instead he's a hundred thousand parsecs away, thinking about D'Qar and the war and his talk with Cassian.

He's been thinking about Starkiller Base ever since he remembered it existed. BB-8 (at home with Rey) has even started harassing him about his mood. If he could just get above these cliffs, get in the air, see what's out there maybe he wouldn't feel so damn trapped and useless.

--He's probably been quiet for way too long, and this is a party. He makes a party face?? Yay?? ] I thought we were in Idaho.

[immoderation]

[ Stefan's not here because he wants to be but because he's expected to be. He arrived with Elena on his arm but the "husband and wife" duo are barely ever found in each other's company, except toward the end of the night, when Stefan swoops back in to rescue her from the evening's drama which is -- for once, thankfully -- only of the domestic variety. He loiters restlessly around the edges of the party most of the evening, never quite settling anywhere just to watch, always on the move. He does indulge in a great many drinks, however, and he's a bit buzzed by the time he finally intercepts Caroline and her latest dancing partner, summarily dismissing them with a bare glance. ] May I cut in?

[coy]

[ There's a memory that hits her when Stefan cuts in, a familiar feeling, a thrill. He'd done this before she just... can't remember the specifics completely. And whoever she's dancing with doesn't matter in comparison, so she nods.] Of course, [ she gives her partner an almost apologetic smile before letting Stefan whisk away.]

You dressed up, [ she grins, looking pleased.] You look good.

[immoderation]

You think so? Well, I could certainly say the same to you. [ He matches her grin with a small one of his own, twirling her around with one hand and then pulling her back in close to his body. ]

[coy]

[ When he brings her back, her eyes meet with his and she grins up at him, a spark of a memory coming back to her before it becomes a fire and she can safely say--] I like it when you do that. When you dance with me.

[immoderation]

It's kind of our thing. [ He teasingly informs her. But there's an undeniable truth to that. Despite his fuss about how much he doesn't really like to dance, it's never been something she's had to beg him for. ]

Round the Clock

[angelic_archer]

[He may have turned Magnus down for the last few songs, only because he didn't know the steps, but this time Alec's confident that he won't step on his partner's feet. Smiling down at the blond, he tries to remember who she is while she pulls him toward the dance floor. Is she one of Izzy's friends? She seems like the type his sister would gravitate to.]

One dance, then I have to dance with Magnus or he'll be disappointed the rest of the night.

[coy]

I'm glad Magnus can spare you for one dance, [ she says.] I'm guessing you're as good of a dancer as he is? [ She starts them moving to the music, it's a slow-to-medium speed song.]

[angelic_archer]

We're not that bad. [The protest is accompanied by a hint of laughter. Technically, they really are that bad but it's not intentional. They just gravitate to each other whenever they're in the same room.]

Not as good. Magnus has more experience dancing than I do. [But that doesn't mean that he can't follow along easily. Dancing isn't that much different than fighting beside a partner.] You're... Caroline? I'm still having trouble remembering some things.