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!]

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[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."

[originaljackass]

At the time, Jack had been hanging back, chilling in a chair as he enjoyed the light show. Mercifully he was sitting far enough away from the speakers that he could actually hear her speaking. He also recognized her as one of the bar regulars. Pity she never came in when he had time to give her proper attention.

Well, no time like the present.

"You were told right, babe. Just a second."

He pulled his briefcase on top of his lap and opened it up. He reached a hand inside it, a bit further than what should even be possible, and began the difficult task of trying to find where he put all the booze.

[widows_kiss]

She eyes the length his arm disappears into the briefcase with an arched eyebrow and a bemused smirk.

"Don't tell me. Someone's actually invented an actual bag of holding."

She wondered if they came in handbag size.

[originaljackass]

Jack produced a bottle, wet and icy, and set it on the table between them. He fixed her with a curious eyebrow. Jack Horner was many things, but knowledgeable of tabletop games was not one of them.

"Isn't that what bags always do?"

[widows_kiss]

She just looks amused and shakes her head as she reaches for the beer, popping the top off and taking a sip.

"Usually. But I've never seen one deeper on the inside than it looks on the outside. Sounds useful."

[originaljackass]

"It's terrible for things getting lost in it." Jack closed the briefcase with a click. "A person could get lost in there, if they'd fit in it."

[swordprincess]

At some point, Karla will want a break from all the dancing and loud music, so she may find herself walking along the ocean for a little peace and quiet. She feels the wind blowing at her hair and clothing as she walks, and it feels good. She's busy daydreaming to notice anyone else that she may run into.

[originaljackass]

Jack staggered along the beach, a briefcase in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. The bottle was nearly empty and in a moment of stupidity, he felt it might be a very good idea to throw the bottle into the ocean. When he had drained every last drop of it, he did just that. The bottle soared in the air for a significant distance that would have been breathtakingly impressive if it wasn't too dark to see where it went. Oh well.

And then Jack realized someone else was around. "Thirsty?"

[swordprincess]

After watching him throw the bottle into the ocean like that, Karla shrugged.

"No, thank you," she responded. "You threw that bottle pretty far."

[originaljackass]

"Did I?" Jack looked at the spot he threw it at, but it was too dark to really make sense of it. "I do that sometimes."

[swordprincess]

"Hmm." She looked out there as well, but she couldn't see it in the dark either.

"What are you doing all the way out here?"

[originaljackass]

"I'm drunk, babe. Drunk and happy. That I'm not in the ocean is the true marvel, right now."

And then he stepped out into the water, just enough to get his currently bare feet wet.

[touchofrogue]

Look, Rogue just wanted a drink, all right? She didn't ask for all this magic and flying...

But as it was, she had to weave her way in her very tiny skirt and skimpy shirt all the way through some dancing people and to the drink table in order to find... Cokes. Lots and lots of Cokes, and not a single Pepsi to be found.

The gods were mocking her.

Clearly this called for something stronger than soda.

[originaljackass]

Jack could spot a woman in distress with well practiced eyes. Certainly she may not have been in danger of giants, but her choice of beverages seemed to be in a perilous state. So even as she was still eyeing the beverages, Jack emerged behind her and set his briefcase on the table. He didn't open it. Not yet.

"Funny that they'd have a kiddy drink table here, isn't it? I don't even see any kids."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue looked up, recognizing Jack. Sure, they hadn't talked much since he'd come back to Luceti, but a man with his charisma was kind of hard to forget.

"You sure?" she smiled. "It could be hard ta tell in a place like this." Turning, she looked through the crowd, spotted a likely girl looking all too put together, and nodded in her direction, "She could be two."

[originaljackass]

Jack's gaze turned to the very same woman, but shook his head. "I'd very disappointed if she was."

However, his eyes turned back to Rogue again. It was easy to forget a pretty face when you spent centuries seeing so many, but the white bangs were not entirely a common sight. It stuck out in his memory anyway. "We met before, didn't we? Back when I was in these parts before."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue smirked a little at his response. Yeah, I'll just bet you would be.

But her eyes widened in surprise when continued. She brushed a strand of hair back from her face as she spoke, "Yeah, we did. You had a tiny blue ox. Kinda hard to forget. Though I'm surprised you remember, it was a while ago."

[originaljackass]

"You're a memorable kind of woman. And I have a very memorable cow." he would rather be remembered for other things, but so it goes. "I'm Jack Horner."

[rather_be_surfing]

Since this is the guy with the beer, Derek will eventually wind up over with Jack, giving the man a polite nod.

"Hey, man. Heard you were the guy to see about the beer. Thanks for bringing it. What kind you do you have?"

Granted, Derek didn't actually know if Jack was part of the party crew, but point was, he'd brought stuff to drink. That deserved a thanks. Even if he wasn't sure where, exactly, Jack was keeping the stuff.

[originaljackass]

Jack had his briefcase on the table, presently closed. However upon being asked for beer by another guy, Jack was of two minds. In one mind, he thought to himself: That seat is for women, dammit. His second thought was: news of booze travels fast. Ha. Booze news.

He frowned and leaned forward. "You give one beer away and suddenly you're everyone's best friend." He considered listing what he had. That would take too long. "What kind do you like?"

[rather_be_surfing]

"Hey, you know how it is, you have the booze, you'll be the most popular guy at the party," Derek's grin is easy; if Jack's that protective of it, he'll walk away with one or none and not come back. He's just looking for a drink, not to get anyone pissed off.

"Got any Dos Equis or Amberbock?"

[originaljackass]

Jack opened his briefcase slightly and reached his entire arm into it as he poked around. Before long he returned with a bottle of Dos Equis and set it between them.

"An interesting beer. You think you're interesting enough to match?"

[rather_be_surfing]

"I don't drink it for the commercial cred; just happens to be one of the ones I like."

He'll nod to the crowd, "Surprised you're not out there."

[originaljackass]

Jack shrugged. "What's a party that has walking room? Much less easy access to any seat you want."

The party served as a rather unfortunate reminder of how few people were in Luceti. At least those who weren't just teenagers.