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

[antivanleather]

Every mage I have known has had some manner of belt pouch for their powders and bits for their spells. It is only fitting that you should have the same and that it be a handsome one.

[A gift for a friend is easy enough- especially one that is practical.]

[abjurer]

Thank you. It's perfect. And the spider silk... hah, I'm gonna have to think of something really special to do with it.

[And he leans over to hug Zevran properly.]

[antivanleather]

[The hug is returned in full, Zev laughing into Max's shoulder.]

I am certain you will think of something marvelous, Max.

[abjurer]

[He holds on a little longer than he might have normally, but the atmosphere just feeds into being affectionate and friendly.]

Any requests?

[antivanleather]

Aside from the usual of 'something to keep Jack and Eugene safe'?

[abjurer]

[His smile fades a little at that, awkward at the memory of what had occurred during the last shift.]

I'll try my best to come up with something then. I want to keep them safe too.

[antivanleather]

And something to keep yourself safe as well, Max. You are a good friend- something I do not feel as though I have many of. I would be at least a little upset to find you injured.

[abjurer]

Me? Oh, I'm good! Shields are easier to pull up just for myself.

[antivanleather]

Then something, perhaps to make me more difficult to spot should I not wish it?

[abjurer]

[Max brightens at that suggestion.]

Now that I can do! Sight shields are something I'm very good at.

[antivanleather]

Then that is what I might ask for; as I may yet have need of one. The last you gave was marvelous, truly.

[abjurer]

[He smiles at that, feeling actually a little proud of it. It's something that feels a little more worthwhile, than silly little charms for customers.]

I'm glad that it held up. I'm always happy to give you guys more protection, whatever I can.

[antivanleather]

It holds up quite well. The earrings in question are with Jack and Eugene and it eases my mind to know they've your very fine enchantments protecting them.

[abjurer]

Yeah, I noticed they were wearing them. I'm happy for you.

[antivanleather]

And so shall I be equally happy for you when the time comes that you are able to do the same with your loved one.

[abjurer]

[He flushed a little at that, glancing over to where Helios was sat by the fire. Well, he couldn't actually see him because people and darkness and dancing.]

I think we're taking things slow, y'know? Which is fine. It's nice.

[antivanleather]

You are speaking to an elf that has always bedded his conquests first and, perhaps after, found some fondness for them. Slow is not something I know; but I am certain it is quite nice.

[abjurer]

Not exactly familiar with it myself. I mean, I've had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing long-term since university. Flings mainly, friends with benefits. Don't like getting attached.

[antivanleather]

Now that is a sentiment I understand quite well; though there is a fare share of those that ended up dead shortly afterward.

[abjurer]

Can't say I've killed anyone I've slept with. I mean, I hope not.

[antivanleather]

It came as part of the job.

[He shrugs.]

[abjurer]

I guess so. I generally only deal with dead people after they're actually dead.

[antivanleather]

One thing I've managed to avoid for the most part. We do not get on well, the dead and I.

[abjurer]

I kind of had to learn to put up with them. One reason for the shields. I hate waking up with some dead person in my head.

[antivanleather]

In your head? I have a hard enough time with them at my feet.