lucetilogs | and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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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He throws back his head as if to bare his throat to a blade - or to one's lips -, laughing easily and brushing aside the mention of Max just as easily. For once his mind will not pick and parse the words as it is wont to do; it helps that it is addled with drink.

"Surely I have spoken before." He cocks his head questioningly. "How is it that my memory is sharper than yours as I am now?"

Helios hunches a little at the laugh and the words.

"I, ah, I do recall briefly of you s-speaking it before. It must have slipped my mind what with the music and-and drinking." Even if Helios only had one or two drinks the entire evening thus far.

"Why-why aren't you, ah, as yourself? I-I mean using the mirage ring?" Unless there's people who outwardly dislike Isaac here. But it was a celebration ill-will shouldn't come between anyone on this night of all nights.

Questions, questions. He’s not fond of these in particular and lazily waves them aside with a scoff as if they were pesky insects. So many of his years had been wasted on wishful, frustrated fancies of being anyone but himself and use of the mirage ring offers a liberating thrill (though one discovered much too late in life,) to say nothing of how convenient it could be.

“You should feel honoured that I fancy your work. Is that not enough?”

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Helios frowns at the obvious brushing off. He'll huff and shake his head, his lips managing to quirk into a small smile.

"I'm-I'm glad you're, ah, using it...nicely. At least it's being put to good use." Or so he hopes. He doesn't think Isaac is up to no good being here right now, but he still sounds a bit unsure and not entirely convinced.

The ring is being put to good use, indeed; but whether it is being used for good, not so much. Unless we speak of his own good in general and not that of others.

He has, however, cloaked his true appearance first and foremost to extend birthday wishes to the man of the hour in a discreet, efficient manner. His heart - what of one he has, he thinks in a moment of lucid thought - might not have been in it but it had been something he needed to do for reasons he felt no need to disclose, and now he was free to attempt to bleach his mind blank with glass after glass of the hardest drinks at his disposal, Loki's offerings aside.

"Oh, it is, I assure you." He answers with a drawling giggle, pausing consideringly. "I do not believe I ever offered you my gratitude..."

With a spark of reckless, fiendish glee in his eyes, he whirls and makes to snatch a fistful of Helios's shirt if he can, leaning in in the hopes of stealing a kiss.

"You don't have to th-thank me..." that last part of his sentence is cut off as he's abruptly jostled by Isaac's grip. Helios will flinch lightly and pull away, giving the other a shove to push himself backwards a bit, a soft sound of protest bubbling in his throat. This was definitely not how he planned this conversation to go, Isaac.

"It-it's no trouble!" His exclamations are only bolstered by his need to detach himself from the other man. And Helios will take a step backwards looking wary and obviously disconcerted. But the other man has to be inebriated, what with all the drinks going around, still Helios looks a bit frazzled but otherwise no worse for wear.

"I-I completely understand th-the amount of gratitude you m-must have. S-So don't-don't feel obligated to-to thank me." Especially if it is that sort of thank you. Helios is quite content to accept any spoken forms of the though, but physical is out of the question.

Only worse than to be desperate and despairing, he thinks, insatiable and unfulfilled and shaken to his core with the need to forget and to lose himself in the wet heat and the taste of another man’s lips, is never to make contact at all.

There’s Helios’ hand against his chest, pressing stiffly. And while it isn’t the fiercest of shoves it’s enough to send him stumbling back a step, half because his coordination and balance are lacking and half because he lets it, having enough presence of mind to know what it means. To know a kiss taken by force would hold nothing sweet and lasting, even if he wanted nothing more than to pretend it could for just a moment.

With emotions made rawer with drink, he cannot will himself to laugh and hide in humour nor can he remember that he should, for the sake of saving face. He just stares, chest heaving, with resentment flashing in his glassy eyes. And for once there are no snarling words in protest. He's tired of it. He's tired of it all. There was a time when he would fight and doggedly for that which he knew he could never win, never have, never taste. But here and now he no longer has the energy nor the misguided hope to fool himself looking for something where there would be nothing. And so he goes, whirling away and stalking off in vain search of peace and calm by the ocean.

Solitude, his oldest friend; his worst enemy.

and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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