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

Once Bucky is good and trashed

[complicatedliar]

[As luck would have it, Loki's well and truly smashed too by the time he happens across Bucky.

A memory surfaces, of a time what feels like long ago, when they did not know to be enemies. When they had met, not in combat, but in... dance.

This, Bucky. THIS IS THE BOOTY SHAKE OF CHALLENGE.]

Katsu we are awful people.

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky is having a fantastic time. He doesn't know what was in that bottle but it hit him like a freight train and kept going. He's just drunk enough to want to keep moving, and modern dancing apparently doesn't require a whole lot of co-ordination, so he's doing great. When some pretty tall lady throws him a challenge - Wait is that a guy? Does he know that guy? Who cares?

The gauntlet has been thrown. He accepts with a slow twist of his hips and beacons her. LET'S RAVE.]

Awfully amazing. oh my god I can't write this kind of thing to save my life.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki had learned his rave dancing from Jack, though fortunately he manages to be far more graceful and coordinated than his teacher. But that means he believes in dancing far closer than he probably should. That's the way it's done right?

He slinks in close and bumps hips with him.]