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

[fleurdesel]

"Someone must be a responsible adult here- and it might as well be the individual that would be responsible for treating anyone for alcohol poisoning and hangovers should they overindulge." Not that she assumes it'll come to that. The party is a party, but not quite that kind of party.

[abjurer]

"Yeah, I am pretty sure there will be hangovers," Max replies, grinning. "That stuff Loki brought is pretty lethal." Like faerie wine, easy to drink, packs a real punch.

[fleurdesel]

"...that would not be the bottles with the Norse runes on it, would it? Of course it is." How much has she had of that? Oh dear.

[abjurer]

"Yeah, I would guess so. Don't think we're overly endowed with Norse gods. at the moment so... Uh, you need some water?"

[fleurdesel]

"...I may very well need a gallon." She snorts, rubbing her face with a hand. "I should have known better."

[abjurer]

"Any gift from a god comes with a catch," Max replied with a small smile. "I guess I have an advantage in coming from a world where meeting gods isn't so uncommon though."

[fleurdesel]

"It's rare enough to be considered the ramblings of a madman should it come to pass in mine." There was water somewhere on this table, she was certain of it.

[abjurer]

"Midsummer's a good time for calling Gods if you're so inclined," Max said. "The Fair Folk go out riding. Plenty going on. So yeah, most people wouldn't find it too strange this time of year."

[fleurdesel]

"That does explain all the pagans that came into the ER with second and third degree burns this time every year. Bonfire mishaps, apparently. And far too much alcohol."

[abjurer]

"Don't drink and dedicate," Max said, barely hiding his smile behind the bottle of beer that he'd scooped up. "Now some of the Scandanavian midsummer celebrations, they get pretty wild."

[fleurdesel]

"I am afraid to ask." And yet she would all the same, hip settled against the table of drinks and brow quirked. "How wild?"

[abjurer]

"I woke up three days later in the middle of a Swedish forest surrounded by lightning scorched ground and wearing a feather boa and crown of flowers."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"Which wouldn't be so bad except I'd started out in Copenhagen. I'm still not sure how we got across the sea."

[fleurdesel]

"...THe important question is not how you got across the ocean; but rather were you wearing anything besides the boa and crown of flowers." Not that she imagined he had been, but that was a simpler thing to explain than how one found themselves on the other side of the world.

[abjurer]

He had to laugh at that, shaking his head. "Nope. Getting back into the nearest town was an experience. Thankfully they're fairly used to that sort of thing around midsummer so I didn't get arrested at least."

[fleurdesel]

"If we've any manner of luck at all we'll avoid random blackouts and nudity tonight." At the very least she hoped so. She did not have enough clothing should it become a thing.

[abjurer]

"Well, it's a small place. We all know where the teleporters are. I don't think anyone will be too scandalised if someone has to streak through the village really quickly."

[fleurdesel]

"And you are now on naked teleporter duty. Not so much by way of ensuring they are covered and more along the lines of warning me lest they wander about on the beach awhile before finding the teleporters."

[abjurer]

"Oooh, sorry 'bout that. Afraid my dance card is kind of full. Have an adorable Romanian mage to seduce before the end of the night."

[fleurdesel]

"Remember what I told you about treating him well." She's not at all dressed to intimidate but the glower is ever present.

[abjurer]

"Horrible, prolonged, lingering death if I don't, right?" he says, giving her a charming smile. "Possibly with scalpels." His expression softens and it's probably absolutely obvious how smitten he is. "I love him. I won't jeopardise that."

[fleurdesel]

"Most certainly with scalpels." She replies, content with the fact that it will never come to that. "Good. Now go lead him off down sandy, private paths and debauch him or cuddle or whatever it is the two of you do."

[abjurer]

His mouth might go a little dry at the idea of a debauched Helios but he just flashes Adele a smile and nods. "I shall go and at least take him for a nice walk along the beach," he says with a soft laugh. "Thanks Adele. Take care of yourself."

[fleurdesel]

"Have a good evening, Max." She waves him off with a soft laugh, content that her friend is in good hands. She may not know him well but she knows affection well enough to be more than satisfied.