Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

[maximoff_girl]

Who: Wanda Maxiomff, Kate Bishop, + Anyone who wants to show up
What: Club HQ's grand opening
When: January 31st
Where: HQ (Across the road from house 14)
Summary: Kate and Wanda finally unveil their Nightclub.
Rating: PG to PG-13.


[After a lot of preparation, opening night for Luceti's newest club is finally here. The music is loud and insistent, the kind where you have to shout a bit to be heard above the noise. Flashing, moving lights above reveal the purple decor, mostly devoid of chairs, and plenty of room to dance. A well stocked bar should be able to provide liquid courage to anyone too nervous to shake there groove-thang sober, while a patio out back affords a space for anyone wanting to have more intimate (or just quieter) interactions. There's also a coat room, for anyone looking for a warmer spot for intimate interactions.

The doors open at seven, and will stay open until two am-- plenty of time to drink, dance, talk and generally have a good time. When the DJs aren't spinning, a house mix is put on, so there's never a quiet moment.]

Comments

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[A shake of her head. Well, there were were classes for it, but it was the sort of thing easily learned from someone or off videos on the internet.]

I had some people teach me. It's a lot like juggling; once you get the basics down, it's easy to create new tricks.

[notyourutopian]

[She could see how that would be true. Eleanor would probably cheat with her powers, but beyond that, it was just juggling.]

[But something else...]

Why...ah...why are you typing instead of speaking?

[Please don't be a horribly rude question...]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Not rude, it's a fair question.]

I'm mute, been so since birth.

[notyourutopian]

...Oh. I see.

[A pause. Well. What was she supposed to say now? 'I'm sorry' didn't seem appropriate. So...Subject change!]

Do you do anything besides bartend?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[That's a good question. Ginia has to think about what she does besides bartending. At least what she's comfortable sharing.]

I help out at the Welcome Center. I spend time at the Battle Dome too, it's a fascinating place.

[notyourutopian]

Isn't it? [Eleanor looks excited now, smiling.] I'm still trying to understand how it works, it's much more advanced than anything we had in Rapture.

But I can at least turn it on now.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[A point of interest between them, always good.]

The console is similar to some of the technology in my world, but the overall technology is far more advanced.

[And because it has to be asked:]

Rapture?

[notyourutopian]

[Right. Whoops.]

Ah...the city I come from. In the sixties, under the North Atlantic. Technology there was mostly gears and machines. Nothing with circuits or anything like the battle dome. I understood those, I could take them apart and put them back together easily, whether it was a turret or a radio. But this stuff...

[She just shrugs.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[...Okay, hold on, Ginia needs to process that. Because a city. Underwater. In the sixties. Granted, it may not be Earth, but North Atlantic and sixties feel fairly specific.]

You're from an underwater city?

[notyourutopian]

[A small nod.]

Yes. No one else has ever heard of it though so I think it might be unique.

[Well, except for Elizabeth but that was a mess.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

It sounds like it. I can't imagine what it would be like living underwater or even the logistics behind building such a place.

[notyourutopian]

...It was built in the forties, before I was born. I...I do understand some of the principles they used. [For reasons she'd really not get into.]

But it was...impressive. The city itself.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

It sounds impressive.

[A city under the sea, built into the forties and lasting into the sixties, assuming Earth is a remarkable feat.]

You mentioned the Atlantic, but are you from a version of Earth?

[notyourutopian]

[She nods.]

Yes. As far as I can tell, a fairly ordinary earth...except for Rapture.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

I think your own world always feels ordinary while other worlds feel extraordinary.

[Ginia smiles and pours up a glass of water for Eleanor. Staying hydrated always helps the following morning.]

I imagine it'd be beautiful down there.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor takes the glass and sips it, then blinks at it for a second.]

Water?

[And then right, the subject.]

Oh, it is! Well. It was. There was a pod of whales that would live near my apartment every spring, I would watch them through the windows when I was little.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

Water. It's a good idea staying hydrated when drinking alcohol.

[A pod of whales, that would have been a sight to see.]

Can people freely travel between cities on land and Rapture?

[notyourutopian]

Oh. [She probably should've known that. Still, she takes a sip of it, the bartender would know best.]

No. Well. Maybe, before I was born. But when I was a child, you had to be invited, had to be necessary in some way.

When I was older, no one would have wanted to come to Rapture.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Invite only. It makes sense; a city under the sea would have limited resources. It would probably be more of a gated community than some open vacation spot.]

What happened?

[notyourutopian]

...Same thing that always happens. There was a war.

[She's a little jaded for being seventeen.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[There always seems to be war. And a man and a lighthouse. And a war at an underwater city, with probably limited resources, ways in and out, it sounds horrific.]

Sorry to hear that.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor gives a short, tired laugh.]

Me too. But it didn't really matter. Rapture was awful anyway. Except for the view.

[A beat.]

Where are you from?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

Davenport, Massachusetts from one version of Earth.

[It's still a little weird thinking of multiple versions of Earth. It's also a little disconcerting not being able to find Davenport on some maps of the United States.]

Small city, not sure what to say about it.

[A lie; she knows what there is to say about Davenport and her world, but it's nothing she likes talking about without being prompted.]

[notyourutopian]

Hmm. Must be nice to be from somewhere normal.

[She'd dreamed of being from somewhere normal.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

Honestly, I'm not sure how normal it is. Crime was a big problem in my city. Lots of theft and violence.