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

[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.]

[abjurer]

[Okay, the hummingbirds are pretty cool. Loki might not be his favourite person, but it's a nice night and a few illusions can only brighten things up a while.

The butterflies dance around, growing faster, playful and teasing and are joined by flickering iridescent dragonflies which dart around like bright jewels.]

[complicatedliar]

[With all the flickering movement, Loki adds some flowers, stationary but bursting into bloom, fading, and bursting away again in sequence with the base beat. He rather likes the effect and thinks it looks nice.]

[abjurer]

[A field of flowers for the butterflies to play in, dipping and diving among them, flashing between the dancers. And then there's a gust of blue-tinted wind to blow against the flowers, petals following in it's wake, drifting through the air to land and fizzle out on the water.]

[complicatedliar]

[Out in the water, tiny faerie dragons leap out to snatch at the petals and snap them into glittering shards of light.]

[250mhzwabl]

Heck yeah, butterflies-!

[Yes, that is Jack. In his net tank and some fairly nice underwear. Maybe waist-deep in the surf during the tallest swells and doing some sort of manic, spinning, improvised dance with Max's constructs and exclaiming his delight.

It's an obscene hour of the night-into-early-morning, he's just his his third wind, and all the world is magical already. The butterflies just help.]

[abjurer]

[Max laughs when he spots Jack throwing himself around in the water while the butterflies dance around him. He's drunk enough that that seems like a really good idea actually, so he heads into the water himself, striding out into the surf until he's level with Jack, gasping as the water hits him. He holds out his hand, letting the butterflies settle over it.]

You like them?

[250mhzwabl]

Yeah I like them. Not- not even made of pancake this time.

[He pauses long enough to catch his breach, and reaches out for one of the butterflies flickering toward Max, trying to catch it in carefully-cupped hands.]

God I wish I could do stuff like this.

[abjurer]

Haha, no, just twisted light.

[One of them gets caught and sits in Jack's hands, slowly flapping glowing wings.]

It's not really that much more than a stage magician. Just I have better tools.

[250mhzwabl]

Come on, Max. [Jack's grin turns a bit sardonic, and he glances at Max only briefly before returning his attention to the butterfly, handling it with absurd care. He moves as if it's a living thing that could be crushed with the slightest carelessness, the little shimmering mirage in his hands.] You make stuff out of nothing.

[abjurer]

It's not... not stuff. If I could make stuff, then I would never have to go to the shops again. It's just an illusion.

[250mhzwabl]

Mm. [Jack seems mollified by that. Or perhaps it's that he's just imagining how nice it would be to be able to not have to go to the shops and just materialize things. Either way, he settles, then blows the butterfly back off his palm with a little puff of air, chasing it off to join its fellows.]

Well, whatever it is, it's pretty.

[He's already moving again, just a slight sway in the water, tugged back and forth by the infectious beat of the music.]

[abjurer]

I always thought it was pretty fun to add something to parties. Admittedly, it has freaked out some people who were high at the time.

[250mhzwabl]

Really? [That confuses Jack for two reasons - one, that magic seems to be everywhere where Max is from. And two, who in the world is afraid of butterflies? He cracks a grin, skimming his palm across the swell of a wave] Must've been pretty high.

[abjurer]

You're inside someone's living room and suddenly surrounded by glowing butterflies, while tripping on something. Yeah, they were really high.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk was trying to watch how much he drank, because as much as he liked a good buzz, he wasn't a drunk and to be frank it had been a long time since he had imbibed to much - the Academy frowned on it, and there was none of it up on the ships.

So he was enjoying himself, getting away from the crowd to cool down by the waves and watch Max's butterflies, willingly admitting they were rather pretty. What? He could find them pretty.

Eventually, he finds himself close to Max and he grins widely at him, his blue glow-stick necklace casting a pale light on his face and throat, sparkles glittering on his cheeks and neck from being in the crowd, up against people. ]</sub>

Hey hey, if it isn't the man from the magic world!

Ahhh, I'm sorry D: The notif for this got totally buried >_<

[abjurer]

[Max gives a wave when he spots Kirk and turns to speak with him, raising his bottle (of something nameless and alcoholic, he hadn't bothered to check) in greeting and taking in the sight of the other man.]

Gotta say, you wouldn't look amiss at a party in my world right now.

Re: Ahhh, I&#39;m sorry D: The notif for this got totally buried &gt;_&lt;

[universal_charm]

_{[ Not like Kirk ever expected label brand beer here - or any kind of alcohol. But it tasted good, that was what mattered and he had a nice buzz. His grin widened at the other's greeting and he threw his arms around him in a sloppy bear hug. ]}

I am the life of any party! Didn't you know that?

[abjurer]

I think I'm starting to get that picture, yeah! Where'd you get the glow sticks? I think I'm jealous.

[universal_charm]

You know... I don't know! They just sort of appeared. Haha, maybe if you wish hard enough they'll pop on!

_{[ He grinned brightly, the flash of the lights turning his teeth random colors as he slapped Max's back in a manly way ]}

How you been?!

[abjurer]

I think I'll pass. Wishes usually come with hidden clauses and I prefer not to sign my soul away over glowsticks, cool as they look.

I've been mostly fine. Shifts aside. How about yourself?

[universal_charm]

That's a horrible way to look at wishes! What do you do when you blow out your birthday candles?

Oh, you know, good. Keeping an eye on Arya and trying not to let that wolf run the house!

[abjurer]

Call a lawyer to draw up the contract.

You have a wolf in your house? We talking a normal, mortal wolf here or something more... supernatural in nature?

[universal_charm]

Lawyers ruin parties, period.

Oh, no, it's a dire wolf. So, really, it's a normal wolf, but it's about the size of a small pony? Yeah, about that. Arya says her name is Nymeria.