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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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The one you-? Wait. Derek?
[He hopes it's Derek, at least. He has no idea of who else could be enjoying Adele's affections, and it's not really the sort of thing he comes right out and asks. If it becomes fantastically obvious or arises in conversation, that's fine, but otherwise it seems a bit rude.]
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[More of a murmur than an outright agreement, but with how her eyes dart out across the writhing mass of bodies to find him in all his current shirtless glory and linger with a familiar appreciation, it's fair to say it's more than a little oblivious.]
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. . . yeah, no. You're not exactly looking at him in a way that suggests that sort of thing is necessary.
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[Teasing, light and easy and it feels good to be able to do so without worrying over causing offense. Such potential seems to just slide off Jack's back with a wink and a laugh and she does find herself all the more fond of him for it.]
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[Jack cuts off with a small, aggrieved noise and a hand dragged across his face, finding himself yet again bested by and at the mercy of twisting logic and self-satisfied humour. He doesn't make himself any less easy of a target, either, voice rising a few pitches in protest.]
Now that's just not fair. How am I the negligent friend here?
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[She leans over and nudges him with her elbow, grinning.]
If it makes you feel any better at all, there is no true reason for you to be concerned or anything for you to ask after.
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[Jack glances back at Derek, a glance that lingers well into danger of becoming a stare, and wonders distractedly if it's the vampire-hunting or the construction that has been so very good to him.]
I'd be happy to ask after things. Like when he's usually on the beach.
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[The nudge becomes a lean, warm and companionable and easy.]
Mmm...evenings when he comes to cook dinner- and mornings after he's finished making breakfast.