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

[all7seas]

"Aye, Derek-lad." Twirl twirl twirl FLIP. "Clever with lines, us pirates. Fact."

[rather_be_surfing]

"Yeah, I see that," he gives the flipping a thoughtful look for a minute.

"S'all right if I grab one from you?"

...Derek, wut are you doin'?

[all7seas]

"I'll do you one better, mate!" Sparrow reaches down into his pants and pulls out half a dozen more glow sticks, all alight in different shades: purple, blue, green, yellow. "I'll give you your OWN!"

[rather_be_surfing]

Normally, Derek would question the wisdom of taking something from a man that had just pulled said something from the depths of his pants. Just on principle.

But that was normally. This? This is a rave, with loud music, people being reckless, and a lot of beer and some of whatever had been in that be-runed bottle Adele had gotten from Loki.

He holds his hand out, grinning, "Thanks. Hand 'em over. Please."

[all7seas]

Over they go, then. They're mostly not too sweaty.

"Right. I can't WAIT to see this, Derek-me-lad!"

[rather_be_surfing]

"Oh, you'll see it," he grins, wrapping most of them either around his wrist or his neck. A pair of them though, he'll make sure have a length or string on them, and he'll start to twirl them, like a bola.

"So...how many can you keep moving at once, Jack? And keep dancing."

[all7seas]

Oh Derek, you did not just go there with the king of tricky fingers.

"All of them, mate. All of them."

And, pulling several more from his trousers, Jack begins a whirling, writhing dance in time to the music.

[rather_be_surfing]

Oh hell yes he did.

You better be swinging those good and truly well, Mr Tricky Fingers, because Derek has his fans out and swirling in time with the music and showing off his own vampire hunting trained moves.

[all7seas]

Well JACK is twirling and whirling, inside-outing and pouting, spouting like a see-saw Margery Daw over backwards and take it to the chorus HE'S BRINGING SEXY BACK.

YEAH.

THEM OTHER RAVERS DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT.

YEAH.

[rather_be_surfing]

Derek just laughs, doing his own thing, which involves his own version of a solo salsa and keeping his collection in the air swirling and arching.

You don't need to bring sexy back if it's already in your hips, man.