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

[eversohungry]

No--yes, it is customary where I am from as well. I was simply... not aware they had married, ah, again.

[And she feels like a heel for it now. Vastra is embarrassed, and she's looking everywhere but at Zevran now. It's also not customary for someone to have two spouses where she is from.]

[antivanleather]

It is an unconventional arrangement, even for me.

[Terribly odd, but he's terribly proud of the fact that he has two handsome men to call his own. Enough so that he doesn't mind her embarrassment or comment on it.]

And a very quiet thing for the most part. Most Antivan weddings end with at least one murder and I wished to avoid that.

[eversohungry]

[Well, whatever floats everyone's boat, apparently. It wasn't as though Vastra had never heard of polygamy, plenty of other species practiced it quite happily in other dimensions and other planets. However she reasoned that humans, being what they were, tended to keep one spouse and avoid taking another and incurring things like resentment and jealousy. Not to mention they all lived so long in comparison to most polygamist species--the offspring alone could overrun the planet.]

[But maybe Zevran's people compensated for polygamy by simply murdering someone at the wedding. It was a form of population control...]

How... [She's got nothing.] Nevermind. I suppose I owe you all another wedding gift, though. Terribly late as it is.

[antivanleather]

Honestly? I am still sorting out how it should go. For the most part I follow Jack and Eugene's lead.

[They seemed to know what they were doing. When it came to carnal matters Zev understands entirely. Matters of the heart? He avoided in the past and now that he was thoroughly mired in it he still has no idea which way is up. Through them and the books he tends to hoard he figures that, in time, he'll manage on his own.

If not the boys will help him back along the right path in time.]

You owe us nothing, really. You can give the boys something if you wish but I truly- elves do not receive wedding gifts.

[eversohungry]

Well it isn’t a matter of ‘owing’ anyone anything, if we’re going to get technical about it. It’s entirely a matter of… [She pauses to search for the word.] …semi-familial obligation. In a manner of speaking. [Eugene had brought up Vastra being a maternal figure earlier in the night--it wasn’t overreaching if he started it. …even if he was probably heavily intoxicated.]

However, if presenting something to you would incite a murder I will happily refrain.