and the bass keeps runnin runnin

[250mhzwabl]

Who: Anyone who heard the announcement, caught a flier in the plaza, of heard by word of mouth. Everyone's welcome!
What: A rave! Well, "rave." Luceti makes everything a little different.
When: June 21st, nightfall to early morning
Where: the beach near Adele's house
Summary: It's the first day of summer! This calls for bonfires, naturally, but why not spice it up with loud music, flashing lights, drinks, dancing, and a conspicuous lack of curfew?
Rating: PG to PG-13, please move anything steamier to appointments or Adele will take the hose to you



Getting all the firewood, food, and drink out to the beach had been, honestly, the hardest part of preparation. Whatever else one might say about running things on magic, it certainly did cut down on the trouble of constructing edifices and machines to run the entertainment side of a party. As it stands, the setup is labour-intensive but otherwise minimal, and there's not much to do by sunset. Escape the house before Max and Zevran, the culture-displaced madmen, can put any more eyeliner on him. Arrive at the beach. Light the bonfires. Make sure the bonfire-cooking-compliant food is set out. Put up a table loaded with bottles, cups, ice, and permanent markers. Thank the resident doctor and quartermaster once more. Plug in the stereo system.

The speakers and light show have been with him since he left his house, in the form of the resident god of mischief, and they confer over sheets of paper with track names and times written on them for a little while just before the start. That's the last of it, and by the time the sky above the mountains is beginning to darken into twilight, the first thumping, trilling strains of dance music begin to echo out across the sand.

It's the shortest night of the year. Best make every second last.

[OOC: Feel free to post your character for mingling, since this entire event is very free-form anyway. For everyone's enjoyment there is a drinks table, food, several bonfires, the ocean (lifeguards not on duty, splash drunkenly at your own risk), and of course a dancing area with lights and music. Music will probably be primarily EDM with a heavy bass line, but occasionally wander into the territories of electro-swing and the like to give even less modern partygoers a chance to show off. The light show as well will stray out of the typical at times, with the expected abstract wheeling and flashing lights giving way to more complicated illusions. Don't be surprised to find yourself and your fellows occasionally dancing in a forest glen or a Rivendell look-alike for a few minutes at a time. Loki is working the tech booth, after all.

The party will go as long as people stay and are enjoying themselves, so have fun and tag around!]

Comments

Both!

[abjurer]

[Max is trailing butterflies by now, the bright little things shifting colours as they follow him around the beach, giving off a soft glow. He's decked out in full makeup, dark eyes and bright glowing nailpolish and arcane symbols painted down the side of his face.

He spots Natasha nearby with a friend, and heads over to greet them. The butterflies settles like a cloud over them, landing on hair and clothing.]

Hi Natasha! Enjoying it?

[widows_kiss]

[If she hadn't been caught up in the exhilaration of the rave, Natasha might have been a little more startled at the sudden cloud of illusionary butterflies. As it was, she tensed for a moment out of instinctive wariness before relaxing at the sound of Max's greeting and lifting her hand to investigate the pretty piece of magic with a moment of fascinated delight. She wasn't fond of magic - for obvious reasons - but tonight was in harmless fun, so she went with it.]

Hello, Max. I am. You've gone all out, I see. [She grinned at him, her gaze warm and bemused as she takes him in, then motions to the man at her side.] Have you met Bucky yet?

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky's had a couple of drinks in him by now, so he doesn't immediately tense when the glowing butterflies show up. He figures it's a part of the show, and Natasha seems mostly nonplussed by it, if not outright pleased. Bucky lifts a hand too, trying to coax one into settling on his finger.]

This is so... What? Oh, hey. Sorry. [He drops his hand and extends it to Max, giving him a grin that's just a hair sheepish.] James Barnes. I'm this lovely dame's arm candy for the night.

[abjurer]

[The butterflies are more than happy to oblige, settling onto Natasha and Bucky's hands and hair and Max can't help but laugh softly.]

It's a party! You have to get done up for a proper party.

[He takes the hand when it was offered, giving it a firm handshake.]

Nice to meet you. Max Woodville. I can think of worse positions to be in for the night.

[widows_kiss]

I heard we owe you some birthday wishes as well. Eugene mentioned it before he dragged us out to help him make Jack jealous. I think it might have worked, I lost sight of him for a bit after that.

[She gives Max a bemused grin and winks at him. Although the sight of Bucky with butterflies in his hair - magical or otherwise - is something that has her really wishing she had a camera here. Especially for the one perched precariously on the upper curve of his ear. She laughs softly, her eyes bright.] This is a good look for you, darling.