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

[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?

[antivanleather]

Dance is an excellent way to work on one's coordination and agility in public without making it obvious you are training to learn the fine art of murder.

[Loud, louder than he needs to be but he's got ear plugs in and the music thrums so loud it's vibrating through his very bones like a dragon's roar. It's quick and strange and fast and horribly improper by any standard aside from Antivan. For him? It's like coming home and he's crackling with energy, full to the brim of it even as he collapses in a boneless, mostly shirtless heap against Jack.]

[250mhzwabl]

[A sweaty, relatively smooth man in an open shirt is not an easy thing to catch a hold of by any stretch of the imagination, and it's only Jack's long practice in keeping Eugene from plummeting from a misstep or bit of bad terrain that shifts his entire centre of mass into the line of fire. He ends up more as a prop than a crutch as he manually steadies Zev out in a movement that turns into another dance sway, hand to hip and temple to temple as he laughs against his ear.]

Excellent way to drive your man out of his bloody mind for another month and a half.

[antivanleather]

You find the dancing invigorating?

[He blinks a bit, leaning into Jack and swaying out of habit, taking a half step back and to the left away from the crowd. Breathing room. he wants breathing room, not more dancing- though every movement when held like this feels like dancing and with all of that strange little runic bottle he's had the whole world seemed like it should be dancing.]

What was it in particular? The samba, the grinding, the drop it like it is hot, or the...what was it called? Ah, yes. The 'twerking'.

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack lets him move off and follows easily, cranking open the water bottle and taking a swig for himself.]

God, I have no idea how you learned to twerk like that in maybe fifteen seconds. It's like you had some sort of repressed memory of spending years at it. [He nudges the bottle at him again, closer to his hand, more firmly.] Drink.

[antivanleather]

Now that is a simple question to answer.

[He takes the bottle easily and downs most of it in one go. He'd been in the mix of bodies and sweat and lost a shirt only to gain another one somewhere in the middle of it. Twice. he'd gone in wearing blue and has come out wearing something silky and red.]

I simply remember how it is to ride a horse- and how it is to ride a man.

[250mhzwabl]

[Even without anything to drink himself, Jack chokes on his own laugher, braying delight with the comparison. It works, he supposes - at least, on the latter front. He has absolutely no experience with horses.]

You've just found all the skill-sets that tie together, haven't you?

[antivanleather]

I have most certainly tried, Argento.

[Zev grins and takes another long swig of water, finishing the bottle.]

[250mhzwabl]

[It's an easy saunter down the beach, away from the rave and into the quieter atmosphere of sea breezes and cooling sand underfoot. Jack feels himself settle with it, and reaches between them as they walk, taking Zevran's hand and twining their fingers in a steady clasp In the joyous chaos of dance and music he can grasp more, twist and press and hold almost like things are the same. But away from that, in the darkness, intimacy is palm against palm and the freedom to not have to shout every word.]

You like it, then? All of this?

[antivanleather]

[He weaves and bobs along next to Jack as they wander, pulling out his earplugs once they are a safe distance away. It did feel so odd to plug them up but without it would have been maddening and painful. A little discomfort to preserve his hearing is well worth it. He settles into an easy pace next to Jack, now and then bumping shoulders with him.]

The party? It is different, but quite fun. I can see why you enjoy such gatherings.

[250mhzwabl]

And how you can miss the end of the world at one.

[The reference to a story Zevran's been told comes on an almost nostalgic note, laughing and fond, because what else is there to do but laugh. He could think of so many better places he could have been at the outbreak, so many people he might have been able to help. But he was where he was, and he met Eugene, and he lived.

It hadn't been an easy thing to come to terms with, but the alternative was going insane.]

[antivanleather]

Oh the world itself did not end, Jack. Civilization, perhaps. But the world? Will keep right on after every human, elf, and dwarf can no longer survive upon it. Nature is a fickle and determined bitch after all. And she has a fine pair of breasts to boot.

[Yes, he's seen the embodiment of nature. And it was bang'n.]

[swordprincess]

Karla will be in one of those corners where she spots the one particular figure dancing in all kinds of ways without a single care. She only watches, transfixed, mesmerized as Zevran danced the night away. Obviously, she is liking what she sees.

Partially because she is only seeing Zev as her brother right now.

My brother...really knows how to dance! she thinks to herself.

[abjurer]

[Zevran seemed to have taken to the rave as if he'd been born to it; dancing with the best of them, his movements fluid and enthusiastic.

Max slides up to him near the drinks table though, draping comfortably against his shoulders, pleasantly tired.]

Having fun?

[antivanleather]

So much fun!

[He responds with a grin, shrugging into the second- no, fourth shirt he's stolen for himself after losing his in the past hour or so. He's long since lost track.]

I very much enjoy the dance with the rolling of the hips. I think it is called twerking?

[abjurer]

[Max laughs softly, moving only reluctantly when Zevran tried to pull on a shirt. It definitely isn't the one he'd started out wearing that night.]

Yeah, that would be it. I thought that might be right up your alley.

[antivanleather]

It is a marvelously blatant way of displaying your sexual prowess. I think I made Jack upset that I cannot do anything for a month and so more.

[Back in a shirt he leans against Max, grinning and sweating but so very pleased that he has learned so many dances in so short a time.]

I have something for you as well, as it is your day of birth soon, yes?

[abjurer]

[He laughs more at that and rests his chin against Zevran's shoulder, arms around him, still swaying slightly to the beat of the music.]

Hah, he'll survive. I'm sure Eugene can take care of that problem for him, and you could watch.

Yeah, it's on Sunday.

[antivanleather]

Then it is good I have finished it in time.

[He cracks a soft laugh and pats himself down before he finds the thing he wants on his belt, a leather pouch hand tooled quite attratively, if he did say so himself, and offers it over. Inside are spools and small wooden winders, most empty but three with something shimmering, silver, and almost translucent.]

More spider's silk. And a place to store your odds and ends of thread as you work.

[abjurer]

[Max gasps when he sees the gift, taking it a little reverently and looking inside and he looks back at Zevran, a little taken aback by the generosity.]

You are a wonder, Zev. Thankyou. It's gorgeous, I mean, it's perfect!

[antivanleather]

Every mage I have known has had some manner of belt pouch for their powders and bits for their spells. It is only fitting that you should have the same and that it be a handsome one.

[A gift for a friend is easy enough- especially one that is practical.]

[abjurer]

Thank you. It's perfect. And the spider silk... hah, I'm gonna have to think of something really special to do with it.

[And he leans over to hug Zevran properly.]

[antivanleather]

[The hug is returned in full, Zev laughing into Max's shoulder.]

I am certain you will think of something marvelous, Max.

[abjurer]

[He holds on a little longer than he might have normally, but the atmosphere just feeds into being affectionate and friendly.]

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