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!]

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[originaljackass]

Jack's gaze turned to the very same woman, but shook his head. "I'd very disappointed if she was."

However, his eyes turned back to Rogue again. It was easy to forget a pretty face when you spent centuries seeing so many, but the white bangs were not entirely a common sight. It stuck out in his memory anyway. "We met before, didn't we? Back when I was in these parts before."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue smirked a little at his response. Yeah, I'll just bet you would be.

But her eyes widened in surprise when continued. She brushed a strand of hair back from her face as she spoke, "Yeah, we did. You had a tiny blue ox. Kinda hard to forget. Though I'm surprised you remember, it was a while ago."

[originaljackass]

"You're a memorable kind of woman. And I have a very memorable cow." he would rather be remembered for other things, but so it goes. "I'm Jack Horner."

[touchofrogue]

Well, Rogue knows when she's being bullshitted. But she's flattered all the same. She didn't remember if she'd given him her name before last time or not - she had a vague feeling that she was trying to make him earn it. Briefly, she toyed with the idea of considering in that vein, but ultimately, that was then and this was now.

"Rogue," and she extended a gloved hand for him to shake. "Always nice ta be remembered."

[originaljackass]

He returned a light handshake before leaning back on his heels.

"In my defense, it's been a decade since we talked."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue's eyebrows shot up for several reasons. One, and the one that she didn't say, was that Jack Horner didn't look like he'd aged a day. And two, "I don't think rememberin' me is something to be defensive about."

[originaljackass]

He was going to follow up by saying he hadn't remembered her name. But if she didn't catch onto that, all the better. "On the contrary. A sight of you is a memory worth keeping. I'd be more than willing to defend that."

[touchofrogue]

He was smoother than she remembered. The corner of her lips turned up in a smirk, "Sounds like you're pickin' an easy bet."

It was almost impossible to take seriously, but who didn't enjoy a good compliment now and again? Especially since one's boyfriend has been having people all up on him all evening, it was nice to know that she hadn't lost it.

[originaljackass]

It was amazing how winning a successful relationship in Luceti could make a man less desperate and, as a result, a much better smooth talker. He wore confidence like a cloak.

"I dunno, a girl like you? You seem like the opposite of easy."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue laughed. It was brief, but genuine, and carried only the faintest hint of bitterness. Even though that hadn't been what she was talking about at all, she could appreciate the hit. "And I bet you say that to all the girls."

...who you wish were.

She gave him a smile as well, equally brief, but it transformed her face from 'memorable' to 'stunning' for the moment joy was reflected there. "You have no idea how true it is."

[originaljackass]

He held up his briefcase. "Would a drink convince you to fill me in?"

Unknown to her, there was enough booze in the briefcase to get everyone at the party drunk three times over. And thus him holding it up meant absolutely nothing to anyone but him. But that was part of the charm of it. Whereas a briefcase that had expanded space was rare even for his world, it was far from being an unknown concept. For people here, it tended to earn nothing but curiosity, delight, and envy. And he ate it up.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue shook her head, the light of her smile lingering on her face even after the expression had past. No. No it wasn't that easy. The gesture, though, demanded more of a verbal response than his question, "What are you, a traveling drink salesman?"

[originaljackass]

"Haven't you heard? I'm the one serving the drinks at Luceti's number one and only bar. For tonight only, I'm making house calls."

[touchofrogue]

The corners of her lips turned up in a slow smile as Rogue responded to the charisma that was just oozing off of him - she almost couldn't help herself. And it was fun. And harmless. "Just for tonight? Then I guess I'd better see what you've got."

[originaljackass]

Jack set the briefcase on the table, then clicked it open. He didn't open it enough for her to see inside. Just enough to put his arm inside. His entire arm.

"What's your pleasure?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue blinked, eyes widening at that. She was accustomed, however, to Loki pulling things out of midair, so even though she was impressed it wasn't jaw-dropping. Southern hospitality, she almost said, his charisma was that strong. But she didn't want to drink to be drunk tonight. She couldn't afford that loss of control.

"Canadian beer."

[originaljackass]

"An excellent choice." Jack fished around in the briefcase a bit, once or twice having to look down in it to make sure he found the right thing, before at last emerging with two frosty Labatt Blues. He held one out for her, keep the other for himself.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue raised her eyebrows, extending a gloved hand for the beer. "It's got a fridge in there too, huh? Nice."

[originaljackass]

He gave her a look. "How would I get a fridge in there?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue shrugged, "I don't know. How did you get a cold beer in there?"

[originaljackass]

"Buckets of ice." It was why the beer was not only exceptionally cold, but also icy and wet on the outside.

[touchofrogue]

"Right. That makes much more sense." She opened the beer.

[originaljackass]

"Well they don't need electricity." His briefcase, amazingly, did not come with a power supply.

[touchofrogue]

"Point," Rogue ceded gracefully. She took a sip right out of the bottle. Several of her louder, grumblier psyches settled down. Ah, that's the stuff. "Thanks for the drink."

[originaljackass]

"Happy to help." He retrieved another bottle of booze for himself before closing up the briefcase again. "So, Rogue. You show up to this little party alone?"