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

[fleurdesel]

I do not think it is appropriate to give him the godly equivalent of a cookie for his efforts, but damn if I do not wish to do so.

[She snorts.]

We argued, after a fashion. It was very much like arguing with my sisters. How it is she can think such a manner of entertainment valid and good is just...

[asthehawkflies]

Cyanide laced cookie. We can't have him thinking he's appreciated.

[He smirks at her explanation.]

So how badly was she bleeding after you were done with her, Doctor LeBlanc? And yeah, it's pretty vile. And I say that as someone who stopped keeping track of kills a long time ago.

[fleurdesel]

I am afraid that'd only make him sneeze. Not that I have tested the theory in the slightest.

[She shrugs.]

Six older sisters, Clint. I may have left her in critical condition and not cared a bit.

[As ever, whenever he mentions his past she reaches over to squeeze his hand. Life was life, death was death, and he dealt in both often enough; but it did not make a monster of him.] Abhorrant.

[asthehawkflies]

At least he might suffer through something like hayfever. I'll take that as a win right now.

[He winces at the idea of having that many siblings.]

Wow, and here I thought one older brother was a pain.

[He squeezes her hand back, a companionable gesture.]

They make kids kill each other for fun, and to keep people terrified of the government. Seen that before, but it was never made into a party.

[fleurdesel]

It is relatively easy to cut a woman like that down. Comment on her weight, her intelligence, her virtue, her appearance, and her value. Convince her she has none. Most of my sisters are like that or know women like that and it's less of an argument or a debate and more of a careful, live dissection.

The things high society teaches women.

[She shakes her head and presses her lips thin.]

I heard what she wanted and all I could think of was Peeta and how terrified he'd been when he arrived.

[asthehawkflies]

I've never really thought about it. My cutting down is generally more literal.

I think she's got a brain in there somewhere, she just needs to learn how to use it.

[ he gives her a curious look at that.]

Katniss mentioned him. Take it it was bad?

[fleurdesel]

[She lifts her hand to the pink scar across her collarbones and taps it.]

He had a knife on him because he thought he was still in the games. That this enclosure was just another version of the hell he knew.

[asthehawkflies]

Christ, that's... If I could, I'd raze that place to the ground for what they've done to those kids. No-one should grow up like that.

[fleurdesel]

He apologized after and explained while I was yet in the clinic and I knew not what left me more ill- bloodloss or the world he lived in. He brought me flowers and cookies. How someone could be that good and gracious while growing in that place I do not know.