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lucetilogs2013-06-21 02:02 pm
250mhzwabl) wrote in lucetilogs2013-06-21 02:02 pm
Entry tags:
- [bioshock infinite] elizabeth,
- [castlevania] isaac (laforeze),
- [fables] jack horner,
- [guilty crown] gai tsutsugami,
- [marvel films] loki,
- [marvel films] natasha romanoff,
- [oc] helios sprensonne,
- [oc] max woodville,
- [potc] jack sparrow,
- [star trek] james t. kirk,
- [vampires: los muertos] derek bliss,
- [zombies run!] eugene woods,
- [zombies run!] jack holden
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 appointmentsor 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!]
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
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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Or almost harmless, apparently. Because Jack's smooth moves run into a snag somewhere in the vicinity of trying to, while already off-balance and in a state of sensory overload, navigate the space around a body he is not actually that familiar with. The end result is Jack failing to quite duck in time, bonking the side of his face against Loki's arm, almost going down to the sand, and only preserving himself by clinging to his side in a sudden fit of helpless giggles.]
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You know, I think I've seen people posed like this on the covers of those awful novels Rogue reads.
Except you probably ought to have a bigger bosom.
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[His own clumsiness and drunkenness and the mental image of himself with one of those terrible shiny barely-exposed shelves of cleavage all conspire to have him cracking up even harder, pressing his forehead to Loki's shoulder until he feels himself start calming down enough to speak. He doesn't really think to de-tangle himself, though, perfectly comfortable where he is.]
Oh- man, wow. Thanks so much for doing all of this, it's really amazing.
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And he's content enough to hold on to the man, swaying slightly with equal amounts rhythm and drunkenness. He and Jack have been rather close on occasion, after all. He's comfortable around him. (And also comfortable knowing that Jack is rather taken, and so is Loki.)]
I do like to be appreciated.
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Then she told herself to cut the bullshit and go do something about it besides trying to channel Cyclops.
That was easier instruction for Rogue to follow. She set down there with no real plan, just a sort of incredulous and possessive indignation that might better be labeled jealousy.
As the two posed like they belonged on a trashy romance novel, swaying and moving together, Rogue wasn't sure who she was more upset with - Loki, for holding on to the guy like that or the random (not so random to Loki, apparently - one of a pair, usually, wasn't he?) guy for coming on to Loki in the first place.
She approached from behind, outside Loki's line of vision, and reached up to tap his shoulder.]
Mind if I cut in?
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He looks over to the newcomer with a blithe, bright smile, gathering up his balance and putting perhaps an inch between himself and Loki.]
Sure! I mean, no. Sorry. Don't mind. [There should be a rule against asking if people mind things by way of asking permission when there is alcohol on the premises. It's almost as confusing at the way the woman looks not at all like someone who's looking forward to dancing. Jack looks back up at Loki amicably, fingers still hooked in his jacket.] Friend of yours?
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Oh, you haven't met? Jack, this is Rogue, my lover. [It still feels very nice indeed to say that if he pleases.] Rogue, thus is Jack. My friend. [Hm, is that true? It might well be, as much add Loki is friends with anyone. How bizarre.] This lovely party was his idea and he was wise enough to ask for my help.
[Loki: the picture if a good who is very drunk and generally incredibly pleased with himself.]
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So she manages a smile and holds out a gloved hand to Jack - whether to help him up or for him to shake depends on whether or not he managed to keep his balance.]
Hi. [...say something else, Rogue.] Always nice ta meet a friend of Loki's.
[There was only the smallest emphasis on friend, for which she was proud of herself. And apparently, slightly mollified didn't completely temper those feelings of aggravation.
She didn't blame anyone yet. But she was still definitely... aggravated.]
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A wise one, apparently. [He gives a slip of a grin, nodding in acknowledgement. It's only now starting to sink in that maybe, just maybe, a man in a net tank and eyeliner is not what every girl wants to find hanging off her boyfriend.] Pleasure's mine, though. Thanks.
[His eyes flicker up to Loki, then, and his grin gains a definite wry edge.] Did you have any intention to tell me you had a girlfriend?
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[Really Jack have you failed to notice he is rather stupidly secretive?] What would that have to do with dancing anyway?
[He looks at Rogue, blinking almost owlishly.] ...am I in trouble?
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Loki's question, however, was completely unfair. Not only was it oddly adorable, but it brought her reason for coming over here right out in the open. So much for trying to be subtle.
She wasn't really very good at subtle anyway.]
Not yet. [Smiling a little wryly, Rogue strokes her hand down his forearm to twine gloved fingers with his.] But you were gettin' there. There are different types of dancing.
[Some of which she was okay with, others... not so much.
Rogue gives Jack a quick smile.]
No hard feelings?
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Oh, heck no. I'm basically married myself, Loki just- [He chortles again, looking between the two of them in clear bemusement.] Never mind. Any way I put it is going to have you giving him dirty looks.
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And yes, he is married. There was an Elvis. Representing a historic King to administer the vows, I assume. Not a dry eye in the house. [As if Jack needs his help here.] Eugene is a lovely man.
[Considering what he's done with Eugene... maybe he should just move on. Oops.]
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By the time Loki's done talking Jack is practically doubled over with laughter, too drunk and delighted by the absurdity of the situation to possibly curb himself.]
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The situation probably would have been helped if Rogue was at least tipsy. But she isn't. She'd had one, maybe two beers all night and is more sober than a bus full of nuns.
So all that she is able to see here, besides the fact that there is obviously a lot more going on than she was being told, is Jack laughing at Loki - which, okay, 'historic king Elvis,' there is something to laugh about there - and the music is even louder down here and Rogue is starting to get annoyed.
She cocks an eyebrow at Jack's laughter and then turns a look on Loki.]
There's dancin' and then there's dancing. [The earnest expression on Loki's face struck her then, and Rogue shook her head, even managing to smile a little. She might be annoyed, but she had a feeling it wasn't what it looked like.] And the pants look almost as good as the eyeliner. If you're lucky I'll show you the difference an' you can fill me in on what else I'm missin'.
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This is more nonsense mortals make up, he's sure of it. Stupid mortals.
Loki sighs, a long-suffering expression coming over his face. It's that or be seriously annoyed, which is tempting, but he is feeling too nicely drunk for righteous wrath art the moment. Maybe later, Jack.]
All right. [And why does she keep repeating the word dancing? Is there a subtlety of tone he's missing because hr can't hear? She just looks uniformly annoyed.
Meek and compliant really seems like the best strategy here. He is not in the mood to have an argument.]
You wish me to stop dancing?
[They will have to negotiate this point. No matter how much he might care for her, dancing is something he truly enjoys.]
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No, no, I'm sorry, I've just had a lot to drink. [He's scrubbing tears out of his eyes, still panting for breath.] Please, dance away. I'll just be out on the floor.
[And, in a rare show of drunken good sense, he gives a little departing wave before stumbling back into the crowd.]
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But then Jack began speaking and in possibly the best move she'd seen all night he backed off.
Good. She manages to return his wave before moving on to more important things. Rogue tugs Loki's hand towards her so that he would have to lean down.]
No, you goober. I don't want you to stop dancing.
[She tugs him closer, putting his hand on her hip.]
I just want you to save certain kinds for me.
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Oh.
Oh.]
Ah. I see. [Point well made; it has managed to make it through the alcoholic haze. And he's more than happy to dance with her, even closer than he was dancing with Jack.]
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