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

[touchofrogue]

Rogue wasn't really expecting the greeting, but she paused in her journey away from the crowd and the noise. "Not bad," she said with a smile. "Though this party isn't exactly my scene. Loki's havin' a good time, though."

She nodded into the cluster of men towards her boyfriend in the very tight jeans dancing with someone she didn't recognize. "What about you?"

[eversohungry]

"This is not 'my scene' either," she confides with a conspiratorial look. Vastra looks over and where Loki is dancing, but she can't really hold the look in case Loki catches them watching him. Even if she wasn't looking for something out of him, Vastra didn't think Loki needed the paranoia or the ego boost.

"However, given Eugene is a friend, I couldn't very well let his birthday pass without making an appearance."

[touchofrogue]

Eugene. Eugene. Which one was he?

"That was right nice of you," Rogue said. "I hope you manage to enjoy it. At least the light show should be somethin' to see."

[eversohungry]

"Yes. It has been very impressive so far. And I've noticed Loki is throwing his own... flair into it."

Mentally, she winced and hoped that she could leave the subject gracefully. Vastra doesn't want Rogue to think Vastra is trying to pull information out of her, this is a party for goodness' sake.

"Let's hope he stops before he becomes too intoxicated to realize what he's doing. I doubt we all need alcohol-fueled nightmares."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue smiled a little and shook her head, the thought of Vastra trying to pull information not occurring to in the slightest, "Loki wouldn't do that."

She thought he'd have to be pretty near dead to accidentally project nightmareish images. He took far too much pride in his work and was far too guarded to allow anything he feared to slip through and be displayed. Although on further consideration there was the slight chance that he would do something meant to be shocking and it would be too much for a mostly human party.

"...but I'll stop him if he does," she added on, her smile turning a little rueful. She winced as the bass picked up again, louder.

Vastra had counted herself as one of Loki's friends, had helped take him down... and Rogue hardly knew her at all. "I don't suppose you wanna move away from the music a little?"

[eversohungry]

"Loki Wouldn't Do That: famous last words," Vastra laughed quietly, though it was said with no small amount of affection. Vastra didn't expect, for example, man-eating snowmen to start popping out of the sand, but severely drunk people did have the tendency to let things get a little out of hand. She'd known someone whose worst nightmare was being trapped in a room full of cats, for example.

"But I will hold you to that responsibility. I think of the two of us, you are better equipped to deal with the situation--" Vastra practically had to shout for the tail end of her sentence to be heard due to the increased volume. At least she didn't have to feel quite so stand-offish, Rogue didn't seem to be enjoying the loud music either.

"Yes, please," Vastra nodded, sighing exasperatedly before smiling a little. She loved Jack and Eugene, but really, everyone could already hear the music. No need for it to be so loud. Vastra gestured a ways off, up to one of the sand dunes that was still somewhat lit by one of the bonfires.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue nodded and started walking. When they were far enough away that they had a prayer of being heard, she shook her head a little, bringing up one hand to rub at her ear, "This really isn't my scene."

[eversohungry]

“Your ‘scene’?” Vastra tilted her head curiously. Interesting terminology, she hasn’t heard it before. She took a stab at the translation, though. “This isn’t your type of party?”