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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!]
Eugene coming with? XD I talked to Shira~
[Loki grins. This seems like a good idea. Because he's drunk.
And Eugene is a bad influence.So he heads straight for his girlfriend. Since he knows what sort of trouble he'd be in if he just tried to knock it off with magic. But he is sure he can get her to take the wig off without a fuss.]
(Definitely coming with!!)
Wait-- wait, wait, what're you doing? You're not just gonna ask her to take it off, are you? That's no fun! Dude, c'mon. I thought you were some sort of trickster god, here...
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Officially the very worst influence](Definitely coming with!!)
I am a trickster god that would like to continue having sex, Eugene. That is the difference.
[He has never been so drunk that he's lose sight of that priority. In fact, all that naughty dancing might have put it first and foremost in his mind...
He slides through the crowd to where Rogue is, at the edge. He arrives breathless and grinning.]
Dearest, I require your help.
why hello, you two troublemakers
She was not having a good time. She was not having even a shadow of a good time. And even watching Loki's illusions had become a less-than-pleasurable distraction since they'd become more and more lascivious as the night - and even as the dance - had progressed.
She wanted to go home.
She had come over to the beverage stand was very seriously considering trading in what remained of her single tepid beer for something cooler and stronger. It was better, so much better if she managed to hang on to her control, but being surrounded by the music and the dancing and the heat was making it difficult - she wanted, very badly, to go home.
Fortunately enough, in her consideration of the beverages, she hadn't noticed just how intimately Eugene and Loki had been dancing. So Rogue turns around pleasantly enough, a faint line of tension eases from her shoulders at the sound of Loki's voice. She offers him, and the man behind him a small smile before her eyebrows arch after deciphering what the heck Loki was saying.]
What's up?
[The wig she was wearing was shorter than how she usually kept her hair, a very anime style neon pink thing that was angled down to her chin in the front and up to the base her scalp in the back. She'd worn dramatic eye make-up that made her pale green eyes seem almost silver in flashing lights one moment, vivid and cutting the next. Her lips were stained the color of sin and she wore very little at all, and very little at all looked very good on her.]
makes more sense for Loki to go right now I think...
Dearest, I was just telling Eugene that your hair is utterly beautiful and he doesn't believe me because he's an utter cad. And because you're wearing that wig. Would you show him that for once I am not a liar?
Re: makes more sense for Loki to go right now I think...
[He laughed, though, the teasing very good natured because first impressions were everything.]
Miss, I really happen to think you look...
[Slightly inebriated, he gave her an up and down measuring look, grinning as he went because really, she was...]
--quite stunning. And I'm not just saying that because of Loki, here.
[But then, even with her pleasant smile and looks, she looked somewhat tense, the face of someone put-upon and enduring for the sake of someone she cared about? maybe he was reading her wrong, he was drunk, after all. And he hardly knew her from any other random Lucetian. Grin softening to a smile, he tipped his head toward her, a half-bow, because balance was precarious for him, even without drink]
And I think more stunning without the wig, if I do say so myself.
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Since the other person - Eugene - was talking, she took the full half-step back.
She glanced between them and put a little smile on her lips. It was flattering, despite herself.]
Is this a bet? Because I've seen that movie.
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No, not a bet. I don't think Eugene shall be forfeiting anything to me when I am proven right about your native level of loveliness.
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[He turned to Rogue and held his hands up reassuringly]
Which I am legitimately not lying when I compliment you. We aren't betting anything, I just... wondered why you'd want to hide your hair when it seems like you'd be just fine without the wig...
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It's a rave, ain't it?
[She brings up one gloved hand to start taking out the bobby pins.]
It was startin' to give me a headache, anyway.
[Or maybe it was the music. Or the lights. Or the tension. Or the heat. Or the memories... either way, taking off the wig could only help.]
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[Jack. Right. Oh yes.]
Oh yes, Rogue, and Eugene is Jack's Eugene. [It made total sense in his head.]
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betterother half had a tendency to color the truth if it suited his needs. Or would provide a laugh, and sometimes Eugene had to correct anything wrong. But thankfully, Rogue seemed more the type to know what was going on, and she wouldn't let Loki strut around looking ridiculous. Not if she was in a relationship with him. Right?]Okay, okay, I'm Eugene Woods, Jack's husband. He's the one who arranged all this for me and Max on account of our birthdays being quite close to one another. Oh-- here, let me?
[He offered a hand out to help her put those bobby pins somewhere. It was an essential part of being a good host!]
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No, thanks. I've got it.
[Once a more proper (to her mind) distance is maintained, Rogue finishes taking off her wig. Her short hair is bound up in a ponytail, including her white bangs, and she releases the rubber band to shake her hair free in a carelessly sensual movement.
Jack's Eugene. The Jack that Loki had been dancing with so intimately earlier. Huh.]
Pleasure to meet you, Eugene.
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[He eyes Eugene.]
But only temporarily, I promise.