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Jun. 26th, 2015

likeblueblazes: (With worshipful reverence)
A picnic at twilight might seem like a strange, fanciful notion to some, but Ophelia finds herself very much delighted by the prospect. Her graduation from Darrow High deserves to be celebrated, and to be celebrated in a style of her choosing. Daphne would say that it is Romantic of her, choosing such a dramatic hour for a small party. Well, Daphne isn't here, and she could keep her smart replies to herself, thank you very much.

Still, in the wake of her recent run-in with vampires, others might voice concern about Ophelia hosting a party as the light fades from the sky. But Ophelia has been taking her self-defense lessons at Off The Wall, and she's been working on said exercises from class at home when she has the chance. She carries a silver dagger hidden in a sheath under her skirt. She is much more capable than the naive girl walking around Darrow at night. Besides, she's set up the party in Petros Park, in clear view of the city surrounding the patch of green and the streetlights just flickering to life.

She has several blankets spread out, each one with a basket filled with cupcakes, macaroons, cookies, and other assortments of light desserts. She has several bottles of wine for the occasion, as well as plates, cups, utensils, and other necessities. It is not the fancy spread of some of the parties she's attended, by far, but it suits her purpose perfectly. She's not looking for a loud celebration. Tonight, she wants to hang out underneath the stars with some of the dearest people in the world to her.

She's uncertain how many people will show up, but she's excited, nonetheless. She's dressed in a summer dress the color of a starless night sky, and her hair is fashioned into a loose, french braid, entwined with silver ribbons. Once she sets all of the blankets up, she kicks off her fancy sandals, delighting in the cool grass between her toes. Jehan's influence, she thinks, for, once, she would have never dared to indulge in such an urge.

She smiles beneath the elongating moonlight and waits for people to arrive.

[ooc: Ophelia's graduation party! Tag in, tag each other, etc. New and old friends always welcome! Open for as long as it needs to be!]
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