EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

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[The Beach. Because.]

[socialitesabateure]

[There are bound to be some smokey, sultry shadows somewhere, if none are provided by the trees Adele finds them anyway- they tend to appear whenever she's approaching someone of a particular age and persuasion. The fact that this particular gentleman is shirtless and quite attractive certainly helps her forlorn thoughts turn to something warmer and sweeter.

Perhaps sweet is not the right word.

Spicier.

Decidedly. From those dramatic shadows she emerges, step by step, she even goes so far as to sidle up alongside and let a hand drag lightly over Derek's spine.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[rather_be_surfing]

[Whether he should be credited with a lot of self control or the fact that he might have suffered something of a temporary lobotomy during the course of this event, or not, he doesn't actually react to her until she touches him. At that point, it's like touching a cat; he both arches his back and yet manages to lean into the caress at the same time.

It's rewarded with a smile, a raised eyebrow, and a very interested look.

Nope, the whole blue and red eyed thing doesn't even register, other than with an appreciative glance.]

I'm looking for a good place to build a house. A promise to a friend.

[socialitesabateure]

What kind of friend might that be?

[There are so very many shades inherent in that word- and for all her forlorn twists and the rather solitary nature of this walk and the memories it holds for her; she is truly curious. There'd been a time, with another man, a far better man than she'd ever known or deserved, when she'd hoped for something for herself. Something small and simple like a cottage on the beach.]

[rather_be_surfing]

[He shrugs, like it's no big deal, which may seem to be a odds with his next words. He starts clearing out old tree limbs and fronds from the current area he's prodding at, making a 'clean' spot while he talks.]

Someone who's been good to me, and deserves better than what's she getting hit with in life right now. I can't help her with what's going on; it's not my place, and some of it I can't do anything about anyway even if it was. But she really wants this house. So...that at least I can do for her.