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

[z_jay]

[This time she might have comparison for 'drunk' and then 'possibly pranked' when she'd seen him last time. He had been very grateful that she'd shown up before, and even now, despite the slightly self-consciousness he felt when her brows rose. But she'd shown up for him, and that was worth a lot to him]

Presents? I-- you really didn't have to, it must have been kind of hard hanging on to this given the crowds-- here...

[Instead of taking the box he took her arm, picking his way through the mass of people and guiding her till they made it to the shore. It hadn't been easy, but it was worth it to get away from having to yell to be heard. Now he took the box and looked it over, giving her a curious, permission-granted look before opening anything]

[eversohungry]

I confess, I wasn't expecting the crowds. Even given Jack's explanation, I didn't picture a 'rave' to be this... [Loud and crowded. But if Eugene is having fun, it must be the best sort of party for him. Vastra would just enjoy a nice afternoon tea.]

[She lets Eugene lead her through the crowd and to the water.]

Please, go ahead. It honestly might be easier to store without the box...

[Inside are three men's waistcoats. And at the bottom is a handkerchief with an 'E' in hand-embroidery. It isn't the most perfect work, Vastra's handkerchiefs look better, but it was in the bottom of the box as though she didn't want him to find it...]

It seems a little old-fashioned perhaps. But I do miss seeing them on good-looking young men. [She grins.]

[z_jay]

[Opening the box was nothing short of, well-- his expression said it all, shock, impressment, and just a hint of something bashful that she'd go through all this trouble for him. Jaw slightly ajar, he glanced up at her and-- and laughed a little.]

Vastra, how did y-- did you make these?

[Because if she had, he wasn't quite sure how he'd thank her appropriately. A compliment from a classy lady like her went a long way and he was for a moment disbelieving. So much so he actually pinched his restored leg and winced with a soft hiss through his teeth to verify the truth before him]

They're... amazing.

[eversohungry]

Oh no. No. [Vastra laughs and shakes her head.] No I altered some things to fit you. As you can see from the handkerchief, I'm not terribly adept at sewing. Though I do appreciate fine clothes.

[It had taken a while to find something decent, of course. All of the waistcoats that appeared more modern were far inferior to the ones Vastra was most familiar with.]

[She watches Eugene curiously as he pinches his leg, concerned for a moment by the strange gesture. Of course, he's a little drunk so.]

I think they will suit you well. Perhaps at something a little more formal. [She smiles and glances back at the crowd.]

[z_jay]

Wouldn't dream of ruining these here at a party like this...

[He was serious about this, as well, as serious as a drunk, happy, eager man could be. But since he was drunk, the next movement shouldn't come as a surprise, one strong arm coming out and tugging Vastra into an embrace, smiling against her shoulder]

I don't know how you got my measurements unless you have x-ray vision, which I am not sure you could lead me not to believe. But thank you so much. I just-- wow. Wow. I seriously have to invite you over to dinner more often. What kind of things aside from cucumbers and cupcakes do you like?

[eversohungry]

[Vastra's eyes go wide as Eugene wraps his arm around her--she really didn't expect that to happen. Probably because she's from a time where friends generally didn't hug one another so forcefully.]

[But she smiles too, and puts her arm gently around Eugene as well. It's a good feeling, someone being happy because of something she did.]

I hate to say this Eugene, but I carried you to my apartments. I could guess your size from that. [She pulls back, putting a fond hand on Eugene's shoulder.] This isn't about you doing things for me, though. This is your birthday party, Eugene. Think about yourself tonight and you can ask me that the day after tomorrow.

[z_jay]

[He was allowed to be a little drunk and press a kiss to Vastra's forehead, even if the angle might be awkward and she might not appreciate a drunken human male putting his lips on her anywhere. But he meant it well and pulled back, grinning giddily at his presents.]

The day after tomo-- oh, yeah I have a feeling I'll be pretty sick tomorrow...

[Still, the almost giggle he gave after that was indicative of how... close to being too drunk he was]

It'll be worth it.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra didn't mind, especially given it wasn't on her lips (that would have been a little awkward to derail, on Eugene's birthday of all things). She pats the back of his head fondly.]

Yes, you will be and yes, it will be worth it. You are young, after all. [She straightens his collar and smooths his shirt down.] I'll bring the hangover remedies tomorrow.

[z_jay]

[Kissing a lady on the lips was for more kinky activity, and he was 100% certain that Vastra was a taken woman who would have nothing to do with his behavior. Grinning as she spoke, he listened, let her rearrange him to make him look more presentable]

I don't say this lightly, but I love you. You're the best. Looking after big idiots like myself and Jack is a full time job.

[He smiled and touched the side of her face, a platonic affection borne of drunken need to touch]

And I promise I won't throw up on my new clothes.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra laughed, clearly amused by the juxtaposition of a very heartfelt comment with a promise not to ruin his clothes. She returns the gesture, putting her hand affectionately on Eugene's cheek.]

If Jenny and I could ever have children, I would hope they would be like you and Jack. Full of life and happiness. [And living somewhere where they could love whomever they wanted.] And thrilled to be looked after by their mother. [She chuckles.]

[z_jay]

[He almost blurted that he did miss his mom, half a world away from him and likely worried sick if she even lived. He instead stopped himself before he voiced anything and hugged her, something long and almost wet.]

Adoption is a beautiful thing, too. Just imagine how loved a kid would feel knowing some stranger loved them enough to raise them, huh?

[Pulling away, he averted his eyes down, abashed but not ashamed]

I think you'd scare the crap out of them if they were ever in trouble. I don't think I'd like to hear you yelling Eugene Ben Woods, get over here or so help me...!

[eversohungry]

[Ah, Eugene was really drunk, wasn’t he? Vastra made a little surprised noise, but put her hands delicately around Eugene’s back. At least he was a very friendly, very feely drunk. She smiled and patted Eugene’s back.]

Yes, I suppose that would be scary. I have a face for intimidation, truth be told.