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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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[He smiles and pulls Eugene in close and warm, less dancing and more just...cuddling upright. Love making was love making- love was something deeper and warmer and far more weighty.]
What do I see in you? What I have always seen in you, Eugene. Warmth. Empathy. A capacity for compassion I have not seen in any man I have ever met before. A warm and caring heart that I feel wholly undeserving of.
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[No protest was offered when Zev drew him in close, and he tilted his head to give Zevran a proper look.]
What do you mean by undeserving? Everyone deserves someone to love them all unconsequentially. In con... sequentially. That thing without conditions.
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[He laces his fingers in Eugene's.]
I have done terrible things, Gene. I have done them to those that claimed to love me, to a woman I claimed to love. I am an assassin and deserve nothing more than a swift death when I should be caught for it. You...you I do not deserve. But you I have and keep and will continue to hold fast to no matter what currents might pull at me to remove me from your side.
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[By no means was this a complaint and he squeezed the hand Zevran laced fingers with. One day, Eugene did hope Zevran could at least overcome the self-loathing he felt over his own shortcomings. Terrible things occurred, Eugene wasn't sure how to move forward from that, but he had seen more to Zev than merely the assassin.
Smiling a little lopsided, he brought Zev's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it]
You loved her, there's no claiming about it.
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[He did love Rinna. He can't deny that he cared deeply for the woman he had wronged- and as intense that love had been it does not quite seem to hold the same depth and sway as what he feels for Eugene. Perhaps it is because he loved and lost her that he cares so much, or perhaps she taught him that he could that he loves so keenly.
He knows he loves her still, and likely always will so long as he draws breath.]
I did love her. I do love her. I am sorry I was not able to be worthy of her. All I might do is attempt to be worthy of you.
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[Then again, it was politicks of a world he didn't know, but he saw it as such. Grinning, he leaned in and placed a kiss to Zevran's forehead, a long and lingering one because he tasted warm and a little like salt.]
Just stick around. Too many people leave too quick and it's too bad.
[He didn't bother to push away as he spoke, voice muffled by Zev's forehead]
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[This is warm and contented and as close to blissful as he's ever been without there being some fairly intimate stroking involved. A different sort of warmth, a different sort of bliss, and he is terribly glad for it.]
A hoard of darkspawn wouldn't keep me away.