lucetilogs | 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 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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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

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.

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

I'm like catnip for ghosts. Give them half a chance and they'll possess me. It's really annoying.

...I am so very glad magic does not work in your world as it does in mine. A mage possessed by one spirit or demon ends badly, let alone one that is possessed regularly.

Well, demons are a different matter, and there are some nasty spirits out there, don't get me wrong. But dead people? It's usually not too bad to get rid of them. I've got an aptitude for it.

Remind me- if we ever get out of this place- to not try to go to your world.

My world is perfectly safe! If you don't count the ever present threat of nuclear annihilation, magical weapons, making bad deals with some faerie, the occasional demon and the possibility of being written out of reality entirely. Totally safe.

[Okay, maybe his grin is a bit manic by now.]

I think I will take civil war, Armageddon, and the Blight over that quite easily. At least the last two have some manner of possible cure.

[He pulled a bottle from somewhere on his person, one marked with a rune that he'd found to be quite sweet, and offers it to Max. He looks like he needs it.]

Think not on the rougher edges of the world, Max. Drink. Be merry!

I always thought the apocalypse was kind of a world ender.

[Okay, that was terrible. He takes the drink with some relief and takes a long swallow and okay, that stuff is pretty strong.]

Sorry. Party's great, just brings out the crazy I guess.

Not when it can be turned back for another age. That is what I am- what I was a part of in my world. The fight to turn back the end of it.

[He shrugs and leans against Max, using the casual display of solidarity and affection as an attempt to ease him.]

Mmm. It is not a true party until there has been at least one attempted murder. So not quite that crazy at all.

Turned back...? Is this a kind of regular occurrence in your world?

[The apocalypse always seemed so final. The ultimate end. He smiles when Zevran leans against him though, settling a little with the contact.]

Yeah, I mean, I fully support upholding traditions but we should probably avoid the murder. I think it might upset Jack.

A Blight. A massive outpouring of creatures tainted by something contagious with a militant mind and their only desire to slaughter those untainted and ruin the world. I travel with Grey Wardens, men and women of all races, pasts, and nationalities to fight off and turn back the tide. At the moment there are but two in our company but I think we have a fighting chance.

[Alistair was kind and young, but fought well. The Warden, his Warden...he cannot imagine her failing.]

As you like. No murder. Even if it could be very funny.

[He shudders at the idea of it. It sounds horrifying.]

I hope so. That sounds... kind of the stuff of prophecy.

[He smiles slightly.]

Well, if you wanted to murder Loki I wouldn't entirely object.

It was at one point, three or so Blights ago. This is the fifth. We know it can be turned back, it is only a matter of time.

[So he has read, so he has been told, and so he chooses to believe. He gave his word and he means to keep it.]

Mm? Assassinating Deities costs extra, Max. Why is it you want this one dead?

Prophecies are always tricky business. But you sound pretty certain which is good.

[He grimaces slightly at the question and shrugs.]

He called me an 'it'.

...he is a god. They tend to do that. Or-

[There's more to it, he's sure, but he's drunk and frowning and oooh that is a familiar grimance.]

He made you feel lesser for not being human. I need to go put something nasty in his next drink.

Yeah. He did. I just- I'm not ashamed of what I am, but I'm not a freak. I'm not a monster.

You are as good a man as any I have known, and far better than most I have met.

[He reaches up to pat the nape of Max's neck.]

If you truly wish him dead? I will see what I can do to make that happen. It will take a lot of time, but for you? I will try. And probably end up caught and killed again but it never sticks too much here.

[He makes a soft noise when Zevran touches him, and takes a shuddering breath before shaking his head.]

No. No I don't want that. I'm just... bitter.

Don't be.

[He says it like it's something simple. Like blowing out a candle or blinking.]

He will say what he wants to say, see what he wants to see, think what he wants to think. The only one that determines what and who you are is you. So he may think you less than human. So what? You do not care for his company. His opinion does not matter.

Yeah. You're right. I know you are. Sorry, I just- I have drunk a lot tonight. I should probably drink some water or something.

Because it is a night for revelry! Come. Let us go do the bumping and grinding to the dub step.

and the bass keeps runnin runnin

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