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

[Loki]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki has been clothed by Jack and made up by Eugene, so he fits in visually for once. He has also brought his own drink, intent on celebrating the solstice properly Abe getting thoroughly thrashed. His alcohol stores are marked with a rune, but there's nothing else to stop the curious and suicidal from dipping into the magic-enhanced alcohol. It's more fun that way.

While he spends a significant amount if the evening writhing on the light show, he also often can dance, the illusions on autopilot once he's cast them. The base, by his request, is bone shaking enough that he can dance even if unable to hear.

He'll ask anyone to dance, make the rounds at the bonfires, or do a bit of drinking. He's even at a conversational advantage since he doesn't need to hear, just to see. He does often go to sirens time with Rogue, however, and make certain she's having a sufficient amount of fun.]

[z_jay]

[Earlier Eugene and Loki had sorted out some sort of... haphazard communication to help Loki while his ears were defunct. To that end, he finally made eye contact with him during one of his raving moments-- wondering if the title raving lunatic would apply. Jerking his head toward where some dancing was going on, he indicated he was eager to have a dance.

It would be awfully rude to turn down the birthday boy, right? Well, one of them.

Not to mention, he liked looking at his handiwork, even if it wasn't something he considered doing often. Loki's eyes were striking, and he wanted a closer look.]

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack would like to think that he is a giving host. Even when Loki is maintaining his illusions, he shudders to think that their dutiful DJ would be deprived of the atmosphere for even a moment. That, truly, is why Loki's latest retreat to check the timing and cue sheets has been accompanied by Jack following him to the sound table, bottle in hand, and slouching back against him.

It's a lazy sort of spine-to-spine dance, back of Jack's head resting on the forward curve of his neck, shoulders just under the taller pair as he sort of sways and wiggles. But Jack does it because he cares, and not at all because he's a tease and a bit drunk.]

Re: [Loki]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Oddly, it's this visual fitting in that throws Kirk for a loop more than anything. He almost missed the other's normal mode of dress, but he had to admit that what he was dressed in looked good. Kirk made due with jeans, an untucked button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and some chucks. His hair was a bit longer, having grown out in his almost year here at Luceti.

And of course he had to sidle up to Loki at least once tonight. ]</sub>

You don't have nearly enough glo-sticks on you, I'm just saying!

[antivanleather]

[Now there's a face he has not seen in...quite some time. Be it the booze, the music, or just the fact that he's emotionally gutted and reassessed himself quite a bit over the past month there is precious little that keeps Zev from thinking about wandering over to Loki during a lull and offering a sheepish smile.]

I would like to apologize for being an ass when you arrived.

Isaac

[relictusdeus]

More than the thumping bass he can feel deep in the pit of his stomach has lured him tonight to this foreign spectacle. First, of course, is attending to a matter of business. And in the interests of carrying it out efficiently and with as little annoyance to himself as possible, he has drawn upon the power of the Mirage Ring to veil and morph his appearance into something he imagines is more pleasing to the eye. In the skin of Trevor Belmont, the legendary vampire hunter, he seeks out Eugene. Though anyone is welcome to say hello to what appears to be a New Feather.



Having extended birthday wishes, "Trevor" skulks prowls keeps about the outskirts of the gathering, curiously watching as others writhe to music as if in a sort of mindless trance. But after a while (and a few drinks) he eventually persuades himself to draw nearer with a sly-faced smile. How unusual it is, still, to find himself among a large throng of people and not a horde of demonspawn, undead, beasts of myth, and abominations only the most twisted of imaginations could have conjured. The latter is a more comfortable thought, but alcohol has a way of loosening stress-wound nerves and emboldening an already roguishly daring man.

Depending on how his disguise is received, he may or may not shed the illusion at some point during the night. But what is certain is that he too will dance. For while others have come to remember and celebrate, he has come to forget.

[swordprincess]

Karla will see Isaac's disguise a little differently from everyone else. For regardless of what form Isaac takes, she would only see her brother.

She steps up, rather lightly on her left foot, to greet him. "Brother! You came!"

She hasn't known her brother as a party figure or a dancer. But then again, she hasn't seen him in so long, it's like she hardly knows him at all anymore.

[z_jay]

Eugene was enjoying some of the finer beverages that this rave had to offer, wondering just how Jack had managed to pull this all together and make it work. But when there was a will there was evidently a way and tonight was turning out to be more than he expected it to be. Aside from... loud music and bright lights.

Even with his still improving leg, he set to dancing, coming up against a man he'd never seen before, or even recognized. Newcomers were welcome, and he moved in closer to him, grinning softly. Pepper had told him the new ones did tend to show up all at once, after all...

[Bucky and/or Natasha]

[jamesbarnes]

[They can actually feel the bass partway to the beach, and Bucky takes a moment to be impressed with the light show even from a distance. It's dazzling, and when it catches in Natasha's hair, she practically glows. He's got an arm around her while they walk across the beach. He's still trying not to stare at anything below the neckline, partly because he doesn't think they'll make it all the way to the party if he does, and partly because he's still trying to trust her about this kinda thing not getting them, at best, arrested for public indecency.

Luceti is pretty different from home but he's only been here six months.

Natasha has managed to get him into a shirt with the lowest collar he's ever seen, and attacked him with hair gel and, eventually, eyeliner. He feels a little ridiculous all made up like...]

How'd I let you talk me into this again?

[Once they settle in, the two of them will break off to mingle and dance with the crowd. Bucky especially enjoys the electro-swing, and he's a pretty fantastic dancer who's happy to show off or pull other partygoers into it.

Getting on past midnight he'll accidentally down some magic alcohol and be totally, utterly smashed for the remainder of the party.]

[Natasha - grab her with Bucky or later on without!]

[widows_kiss]

Because you haven't figured out how to convincingly say no to me yet?

[There's a smirk on her lips as she walks beside him, a sway in her hips and her fingers tangled with his. She'd actually found something that almost resembled clubbing fashion in the clothing shop, had modified it as necessary, and the way Bucky kept trying not to stare told her that she'd succeeded well enough. Her real victory had been getting him to dress in something a little more modern. And the eyeliner. That had taken some serious wheedling, but it had been worth it.]

[She gave his fingers a squeeze and tugged him towards the crowd already forming on the beach, flashing him a playful wink.] Relax. It'll be fun. Trust me.


[She spends the first part of the evening acquainting Bucky to the concept of a rave and what dance has evolved to in the sixty-some years he's missed. Although she does enjoy the electro-swing, both with him and any other partners she comes across familiar with it. She has considerable skill at dancing of any sort - it's the closest thing she'll come to having as a hobby and she's more than happy to be pulled out by any willing partners or pull out some in turn.]

Karla

[swordprincess]

Karla had promised that, regardless of the condition of her leg, she would make it to this rave. Fortunately, she was able to find a healer to speed up the process. So she made it to the rave, mostly in good condition. Mostly, because her ankle is still a bit tender; she'd have to keep light on it. And then there was also the problem of her delusion, which she was still blissfully unaware of. No matter who she would see, she would only see her brother.

She'll be wandering around curiously, checking out the food, watching the people dance, a little nervous about dancing herself, because she really doesn't know how. But she'll be happy to learn especially from her own brother.

Helios

[folklorist]

Helios isn't going to be dancing. The music is a bit too loud and he's a bit too uncomfortable with the closed quarters of everyone. He's gotten over much of his innate contact related phobias but even this is a bit much for him. So instead he'll be by the bonfires making delicious s'mores for party goers to dine on and he'll indulge himself with a beer or two while he's about his task of making food stuffs. He's more prone to walking along the sandy beaches and sitting by the rocks to watch the festivities than partake in them in though.

Every once in awhile he'll also go over to the teleportation sigil and make sure it's properly working. He has to keep his strength up to make sure it doesn't collapse while people are walking through it, which is another reason why he's not going to be expending too much energy. Helios will be enjoying himself, albeit not as wildly as some others in the area. He's happy for Max and Eugene and for this day being perfect for everyone. This is a nice night to end the festivities so he really can't complain.

[fleurdesel]

After a few rounds on the dancefloor with Derek and others Adele sweeps back up to her house before wandering over to Helios' side, an offering ready and waiting in her hands when she sits next to him. A thermos of tea, brewed as he liked it. He isn't one for drinking and dancing but keeping calm company by the fire? it's a good way to catch one's breath after some time and to relax after a bout of manic energy.

"It is something else, isn't it?" She asks, offering the thermos.

[all7seas]

Jack will be willing to dance with anyone, anything, anywhere. He has somehow got ahold of some glow sticks and a hula-hoop and sparklers and is a sweaty, hairy, happy, dancing mess of dreads and glory.

[fleurdesel]

"Jackie darling!" No poem in hand, but a bottle and a grin and the reckless abandon of a blissful evening should be more than enough to make up for it, yes? yes. Adele swings in after a particularly breathless round of the dance floor and offers him her arm.

[rather_be_surfing]

Hey. Hey guys? Dude over here, trying to have a nice peaceful nighttime surfing session. Kinda hard to do when the water is vibrating...

Aw hell.

Eventually, likely following in on Adele's heels, Derek will join the party. He's wearing a tank, some jeans and not much else. If there's beer, he'll go for that. He'll even dance a bit. And he's pretty relaxed and okay with life at the moment. Feel free to sit and drink with him, drag him onto the 'dance floor', or even join him for a little surfing; he has a spare board around. Somewhere.

If Adele's got him though, you might have a little trouble getting his attention at that point.

[widows_kiss]

"Hey, stranger."

She finds him midway through the night, her hair tousled and a bottle of beer in one hand, but she's grinning and enjoying herself, although a little amused to see him out here.

"Long time no see." Granted, that was all her fault. Two consecutive missions were hell on her social life.

[fleurdesel]

It had been an odd request, but one she'd been happy to grant to the best of her ability. Set up not far from the house, watch the alcohol, keep an eye out for overly amorous individuals? It felt like playing chaperon to a rather large bunch of unruly twenty somethings.

She is not so old yet where it was an appealing idea.

So once everything was arranged, once all the food and drink was sequestered and the bonfires set and lit safely, she took the time to duck back into the house long enough to change into something more party appropriate. Barefoot and glad for it she returns to the party with Derek in tow, mingling, drinking now and then from a bottle marked with a rune, and after awhile settling on the dancefloor with a vengeance.

[rather_be_surfing]

Once he gets over having his surfing night disrupted, Derek will have no problem with following Adele to the party (and appreciating her outfit, her dancing, her legs...*cough*)

He won't be constantly at her side; she has friends to see to and he should probably try and make a few of his own, but when he can, he'll grab her for a few rounds on the 'dance floor'. He has no problem with rave dancing, but once he finds out what dances Adele is best at, he'll more than happily indulge her with them.

[Vastra]

[eversohungry]

[Yes, she had a feeling this wasn't her sort of thing. The music sounds more like noise to her, everyone's wandering around with black around their eyes, and why anyone needs the music to be that loud is beyond her. But she isn't there for herself, she's obviously there for Eugene.]

[For the most part, Vastra is keeping to the edges of the party. She has a drink in hand and a lovely box under her arm for the man of the evening, but this is clearly something strange and foreign to her. Foreign enough that she isn't even really dressed for it--in fact she looks like she usually does when she's working or fighting in a draft. It's a beach, as much as she loves Eugene she is not trailing her good silk gowns through the sand.]

[But she's at least trying to look like she's enjoying hanging on the outskirts... If anything, it's a splendid chance to people-watch.]

[z_jay]

[Spotting Vastra was almost too easy, but she didn't really blend in with the rest of the party goers... not because of her clothing but because of her looks and how she held herself in general. That she arrived and he'd noticed her, though, it warmed Eugene's heart, so he ambled his way to her side, tapping her shoulder from behind and grinning with mirth.

So he also had the black around his eyes, but he rarely, if ever, indulged in this way. It might be a once in a lifetime experience]

Have to say, I never expected to see you here-- you look great!

[He wasn't making small talk, she was dressed to kill!]

[antivanleather]

Did someone say dance? Drink? Music thrumming in insane ways and doing insane things to one's eardrums? Zevran is so very present and prepared for the occasion. Made up to be lovely under Max's hands, dressed as per Jack's will and prepared with earplugs as to not ruin his hearing while attending the revelry of this rave.

He will dance, he will drink, and he will be found at every corner and crevasse of the crowd, trying out the new modern dances he witnesses be they for men or for women. He does not care in the slightest.

[250mhzwabl]

[Zev, it turns out, can dance. He can learn dances with uncanny speed. And he has a penchant, apparently, for incorporating gymnastics and acrobatic high-legged manoeuvres into every bit of it.

Jack doesn't think he can be blamed for spending a lot of time dancing near enough to watch him when he feels like it. And when Zevran nears the edge of the crowd, he's one of the first ones there with a water bottle, pressing it against his chest with a grin.]

Hell, Zevran, you're making me thirsty just watching you. Is there a secret Crow dance academy you never told us about?

[Elizabeth]

[tearmeanewone]

[Jack might be gay, and married, but he handed Elizabeth a flyer and so she's at this party. And does she care that she doesn't know any of the people whose birthday it is? NOPE!]

[The music is still reminiscent of the strange heavy-beat style music Jack was playing in town, but Elizabeth finds herself bouncing along anyway. Everyone else is flailing and jumping up and down and some people have their hands in the air--it's pretty infectious, and Elizabeth has never been shy about dancing in a public crowd.]

[Mere minutes into her arrival, she has two glowing necklaces already--one around her neck and one worn like a crown--and she's jumping up and down with the best of them.]


((OOC: If asked Elizabeth will dance with anybody! :D Or you can catch her on a break when she has to find some water and sit for a bit of a breather.))

[z_jay]

[Well, someone was fond of glowsticks, and he couldn't help but drape another one over her head to give her something approximating a crown instead of a tiara. Or at least, that's what three-drinks-in Eugene thought. Grinning, he winked at her, fully intending to go about his business but the crowd swelled a little and--

Needless to say, they were pressed for space, but it didn't stop him from having fun and he danced carefully beside her.]

[originaljackass]

Jack Horner had returned to Luceti earlier that day, back fresh from a brand new mission and disappointed to discover he was still short the points he'd need for his new television. But after hearing of a party through the grapevine, he decided to visit. As one of the local bartenders, he took it upon himself to load up his briefcase with several cases of beer. It was bigger on the inside.

This is exactly the party Jack misses. Oh, sure, it's smaller than usual. Far less people, not nearly loud enough music, and it wasn't a cramped space smelling entirely of sweat and booze. But he suspected it was the best he was going to get and got into the groove of things, dancing accordingly and boozing to his heart's content. He may end up in the ocean at some point with a bottle of booze in hand. Why? Because it's a fantastic idea.

[widows_kiss]

She's out of beer. This is a terrible tragedy at a party, until someone points her in the direction of someone she recognizes from the bar. She usually sits and chats with Buffy, but she's seen him a time or two, ordered drinks from him before. Vageuly remembered Logan complaining about him, but that's nothing unsual.

She saunters in his direction with a curious look and a grin. "Someone pointed me in your direction to see about some alcohol."

[Eugene]

[z_jay]

[Tonight was the culmination of a few days' planning, courtesy of Jack organizing the most of it. Eugene had mainly been shooed to one side at any mention of trying to plan a party held in his and Max's honor. And thus, he sat back and enjoyed, unused to the loud and the pumping rhythm he could feel in his stomach from the bass, but...

It was fun. And it was only fun because other people were having fun and joining in for a celebration. Even if they didn't know who it was in honor for (since both he and Max had birthdays closely linked), it was nice to see that Luceti still had a hefty dose of hope. Something that Abel Township was apprehensive to express regardless of how good things looked.

Dressed nice, and prepared to dance till he couldn't any more, Eugene plans to be making his rounds between dancing and having a break near the shoreline. Eventually he will be indulging in some alcohol, but mostly because it looks good, and he's curious about Loki's particular brew.]

[antivanleather]

Moca!

[He has to call out against the thrumming bass to be heard, has to twist and press his way around several entwined bodies busy writhing and grinding in true Antivan fashion before he can sidle up alongside his husband with a wide grin. He's had a bit to drink- well. Quite a bit. A whole bottle of the rune marked brandy- or at least he thought it brandy. It doesn't matter. Right now what matters is the music is vibrating his bones and Eugene should be dancing.

Zevran means to have him dance.]

Dance with me!

[It's not nearly as coordinated as it should be when he reaches out for Eugene's hands, all lightly fumbling and gently adoring.]

[touchofrogue]

When Loki had told Rogue about this rave and asked her to come, she had protested that she didn't own enough fluorescent colors to go to a rave. Despite that not being her real reason for not wanting to attend, it was true enough. Unfortunately, when you were dating a man who could make a rock look like a swimming pool, the excuse of having nothing to wear didn't hold for long. And Rogue did want to encourage him in using his power in productive ways that made people happy, so she agreed to show up for a little while.

She solved the problem by finding a cut off apron top with reflective material in the clothing shop and stuck an electronic sparkler in it. She thought the effect was weird, but her tendancies had always been more towards the Gothic. She paired it with an exceptionally short and tight black leather skirt that hung off her hips, leaving not only the majority of her back and legs bare, but also a good stretch of her stomach. Somewhat incongruously, she still wore her black leather gloves.

Apron shirts, she decided, were ridiculously comfortable with wings. If only she had Loki around to cast the shield on her all the time to make it safe for her to wear them. But no, it didn't do to think that way.

She didn't dare join the dance floor or drink anything stronger than the beer she'd been nursing all night, not so soon after Twila's influence. Mostly she'll be sitting off to the side, up on a doon several feet above where most of the festivities are taking place. Eventually abandoned, her bright pink wig rested next to her as she watched the show, not aware that the blue lights picked up the white of her hair and made it glow. At some point, Rogue might even put on her headphones.

And he complained about Metallica.

[complicatedliar]

Sometime early in the night, when he was only a bit drunk, Loki made his way over to check on Rogue and make certain she was having something approaching fun. And he brought her a drink too, just in case.

Saleh and/or Ewan

[mountain_sage]

Saleh knew that this wasn't the type of party he'd want to go to. Alcohol, loud music, wild dancing...definitely not his thing. However, he also knew that Ewan would be interested, as it would be a new and different experience for him. And if there was one thing Ewan loved, it was seeing new things.

So Saleh came to the rave for Ewan's sake, to let him have some fun and keep an eye on him. He'd let him come alone if not for the alcohol and irresponsible adults. Saleh walked around the party, watching the dancers and drinkers. The vibration within his body from the loud music was enough to give him a headache...

Re: Saleh and/or Ewan

[eagerstudent]

[Whether or not he knew what a rave was or what it entailed, Ewan never said no to a party or a chance to meet people. All he had to do was avoid the shifty-looking ones or the drunks, right? And fighting bad guys and monsters and seeing the kind of men Tethys used to reject...well, didn't exactly make him an expert but he wasn't completely naive about it, anyway.]

This is kind of neat, isn't it?

[abjurer]

[Max is... not exactly dressed up, considering the dress code for a rave is pretty much 'comfortable', and Max has gone with loose pants and a shirt that clings especially once he gets splashing around in the sea for a while. He is, however, made up, with dark eyes and some magical symbols painted carefully down the side of his face in black ink.

He does enjoy the dancing, jumping along with the rest of the crowd to the pounding bass and adding a few of his own illusions to the images provided by Loki; glowing butterflies that dance between the revelers and along the top of the waves. They get more energetic and fanciful as the night goes on and he has a little more to drink.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki sends some hummingbirds to frolic with the butterflies, a sort of mage's invitation of let's play.]

[250mhzwabl]

[Throughout the evening, night, and into the morning, Jack can be found nearly everywhere at one point or another, flitting around the party and trying to at least point a greeting in everyone's direction. As quasi-official host of a gathering that is incapable of getting too massive, he wants everyone to feel welcome and free to enjoy themselves, and if anyone's hanging off to the side he'll be along eventually to ask if they want a drink or a dance partner nudged their way.

When he's not seeing to that, he's dancing more often than not, jumping and twisting and losing himself to the thoughtless freedom of motion. But he'll be up until morning and everywhere from the DJ's station to the bonfires to wading in the surf. That he's satisfied with the venue would be a massive understatement, to say the least.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk switched between dancing, being in the middle of things, and sitting on the side, just watching, enjoy a few drinks and letting the beat sort of wash him away. He had been in a funk of late, and this rave was the thing to get him bouncing - or, well, maybe not bouncing, but enough to make him stop being moody and enjoy himself.

So he might be standing to the side now, twirling a bright blue glow ring around his wrist and finger as he zipped one of Loki's runed bits of alcohol, bobbing his head to the music as the beat thrummed higher and higher. He spots Jack and he smiled, raising his glass at him in greeting, but not directly approaching.

He wasn't terribly confident in his ability to walk in a straight line at the moment. ]</sub>

[asthehawkflies]

[It's been a long time since he's been to a party like this, and normally that's while he's working. Raves are surprisingly good places to watch people; plenty of cover, plenty of sound to cover you, and everyone's too drunk and lost in the music to pay much attention. To go just for pleasure though, yeah, he can get into that. The party is in full swing, the bass pounding right through him and he's glad that he didn't bother with a jacket because the heat has sunk into the sand and the air.

He grabs a beer, skirting the edges of the dancing mass of people, watching them more than getting involved himself.]

[fleurdesel]

[Now there is a face she wasn't certain she'd see. Adele slows in her weaving about when she thinks about how long it has been since they'd last spoken properly, since she'd taken the time to get her head out of her own ass long enough to wonder. It's not a pretty thing to think, but it's true enough to have her alter her course to the edge of the party and to find her way to his side with an apologetic smile.]

Aigle, you look well.

[Lirael]

[keyandstar]

[ The party has been going on for a while when Lirael arrives, and it's more than a little intimidating to the young mage.

She's just... really not used to anything like this kind of gathering. There are lots of people there, being sober appears to be highly optional and the music is an insistent and somewhat oppressive throb that she can feel in her bones just as much as she hears it.

She can most likely be found in some more quiet corner, looking wary and intensely awkward because how does one even people? And... that sort of dancing looks a little more intense and... um... touchy-feely than she's really comfortable with.

She might need to get a little loosened up, anyone feel like helping out with that? ]

Re: [Lirael]

[folklorist]

[ Sup Lirael you can have one awkward derpy mage sitting by the fire and making s'mores and other campfire goodies. When he spots Lirael standing alone he'll wave her over with a motion of his arm a bright smile on his features as he does so.

He'd call out to her but the music is deafening and he's pretty sure she couldn't hear him anyway. ]