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Who: Janet Van Dyne, Tony Stark, OTA
What: A party to celebrate the approximate 4th of July and one Steve Roger's B-day
When: The 4th of July
Where: Temba Beach
Warnings: TBD, Drinking, Creature Attacks

The beach had been transformed, perhaps not to the level Jan was used to back home, but still fairly impressive. A number of newly built beach pagodas littered the purple sands, sheer white draperies shifting with the breeze. There were tables and seating provided in each, for more intimate conversation, a larger buffet style table laid out for people to browse from. In addition, there was a table for special themed cocktails (and mocktails) for the guests. Jan had been very proud of finding local alternatives, but some of them may come with some…unintended side effects.

Jan had found a collection of opalescent conch like shells, and scattered them about liberally to serve as decorations. She and Tony had been working in secret for ages to pull this together for Steve, and the pair were dressed in white, a request she’d made of all the guests as well, but no one would be turned away if they couldn’t manage.

A dancefloor had been built, and Eddie had been offered something that must’ve been pretty damn valuable, because the metalhead had been talked into playing Disco for the party.

When the time came for cake the hosts got a little bashful. Jan had always hired out for this, but she had been sure it couldn't be all that hard to make a cake. It turned out she was wrong. But it was the best they had, and so it was presented rather sheepishly to the birthday boy and to be shared amongst the guests if any were brave enough to try it. It doesn't taste great, but at least there are no mystery side effects to go with it.

As the sun set, a host of glowing necklaces, wands and bracelets were passed out, and once it was truly dark the light show began. Rather than the more traditional fireworks, they had a series of drones lighting up the sky in a dazzling display.

However, something unexpected comes from this. As though awoken from the light, the shells Jan had so proudly decorated with were not as abandoned as she’d thought. Little legs slid free, and the creatures began to head for the nearest light source, whether that be the drones in the sky or any of the heroes with their glowing attire. And to make matters worse, there is a large SOMETHING in the water, shrieking with a sound that shakes the beach. What could it possibly want, and what does it have to do with the little shell creatures??

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The drinks/effects: (All effects will wear off)
Truth (cocktail): Can only speak the truth
Justice (mocktail): Temporarily Blinds Drinker
Liberty (cocktail): Extreme Excess of Energy
Fireworks (cocktail): Loss of Powers or Granting of One (1) Not Game Breaking Power
Mr. President (mocktail): Causes Short Term Amnesia

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"I got it once or twice when my mom brought me into town and let me just run around." He smacks at a small skittering thing with the tip of his bat. "I'm sure we can figure it out, here. Reward for not getting clawed by a crab."

Figure it out? Gladio barks out a laugh before summoning his sword back. He's no cook.

"You have loftier opinions on my competence in the kitchen than anyone who has ever known me. But you can try."

"I'm a pretty good cook. I could manage it, maybe." He had to fend for himself long enough that he knows his way around. "At the very least it will be a pretty fun way to celebrate. So long as this thing doesn't come back and cut us in half."

"Yeah, that's always a risk."

And speaking of, there's a leg coming at them. Sword becomes shield on reflex, and Gladio steps up to protect the kid.

"Just wonder why this thing is here."

"It wanted some of the food?"

Steve lets Gladio step in front of him right now. It wastes time and energy to jockey for the front position. Besides, between the two of them, Steve's not dumb enough to think he's the one that will win the fight. Besides, he's in the perfect place to crush another leg that seemingly comes up to get Gladio while he's focused on the first one.

"Doesn't like ABBA?"

"I don't think it's that. Usually creatures require more than that to attack people."

Usually. Not always. At least from his experience in his own universe.

"What's ABBA?"

"The best band ever. And you should tell Eddie that."

He smiled to himself, already imagining what that was going to look like.

"Alright. Not food. Not music. You think that it's just a predator? Or...we disturbed it somehow?"

"Never heard of them," he says with a shrug.

AS for the predator? Well, he doesn't know. Looks crab like in some ways. Those tend to be scavengers. But he'll figure it out.

"Disturbed probably. Maybe we can see if we can drive it back into the water. You willing to try a push?"

Steve nods and adjusts his position for the new attempt. As always, his bat swings in restlessness, getting momentum to add behind a swing. Without brute force, it's the only way he can match Gladio's power.

"Right behind you, Gladio."

Yeah. He really thinks the kid will be.

"Got a lot of guts, kid. Really respect that."

And with that, Gladio starts forward. Time to kick some ass.

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this seems like a good place to ftb imo