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Eleven ([personal profile] bearshermark) wrote in [community profile] tramitem_log 2020-06-01 05:18 pm (UTC)

Elliott/Eleven- OTA

1. Greeting

Elliott makes it a point to try to greet everyone as they arrive.

"Thanks for coming!" he says with a bright grin that despite a repeated appearance throughout the evening, remains utterly sincere. As he'd gotten to work on setting up for the day, part of him had worried no one would actually show up.

"We've got food, music, and dessert so help yourself." His grin turns a little bit mischievous. "And we might even get a volleyball game going later. Would you be interested?"


2. Socializing

As the party host, suffice to say Elliott spends the majority of the evening flitting between party-goers. He'll fetch drinks, hunt down a spare roasting fork for anyone in need of one, or just drop into their space with a radiant smile like he's simply thriving off the energy of the evening.

"I think tonight's going well so far. I hope you're enjoying it."


3. Food

Of course, it's not a party without food. Elliott snags several kebabs and two hotdogs for himself, and goes to town on the especially large, fluffy marshmallows he's brought for the occasion for good measure. His mom might be present, but he's not concerned himself with eating in order. In terms of efficiency, kebabs cook the slowest, and the roasting forks have two prongs on them. And so he's roasting a pair of marshmallows crammed onto one, and a hotdog on the other while a pair of kebabs roast on the grill.

The marshmallows come off almost perfectly golden and gooey.

"Mmmn," he says around them, and swallows. "Man, I haven't done this in too long."


4. Quiet

Even the most social types need a break now and again. As things begin to wind down for the evening, Elliott takes a trip down to sit on the shore and let the cold touch of the waves lap against his heels. He stretches out on the sand and stares off at the indefinite horizon with a quiet hum.

"I guess it's too late to make a wish," he remarks to the sky full of stars, voice hollowing on the edge of a stifled yawn. He breathes a sigh and kicks his feet a little. "But.. I hope things can always be like this."

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