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

[rather_be_surfing]

...Nope, can't do it. As smart and imaginative as he is, that's a little past what Derek's brain is willing to contemplate. It was like trying to see to the end of the universe when you watched the stars; your brain was willing to go only so far before it would stop and demand to know what you were trying to do to it.

He chuckles, then nods at the other dancers.

"Well, I won't ask you to dance like that," or like he'd been dancing with Adele earlier, "But if you know some classical ballroom, we can always try and see if we can keep up with the music."

[eversohungry]

Vastra watches the wheels turn and then grind to a halt. Ah, that never got old. It was a terrible thing, maybe, but it wasn't as though she was sixty-five million years old technically speaking.

"I can, in fact, ballroom dance. It's the only style of dance I know actually, which has made all of this all the more foreign." She smiles and offers him her hand. "I am willing to attempt it if you are."

[rather_be_surfing]

"Lets give it a shot, then," and he will take her hand in a proper gentlemanly gesture and lead her to the edge of the dance floor, where they're not as likely to get trampled by the jumping, heaving mass of bodies.

Bow, now, take her hand again, lead into the first step.

This dance may not be able to go as stately as usual if they wanted to keep up with the beat.

[eversohungry]

Vastra smiles and lets him take her hand. The beat isn’t terribly conducive to the sort of dancing he’s trying to lead her in, but she’s keeping up. Awkwardly, but she’s trying. How could she do otherwise when the person attempting to dance with her is such a gentleman?