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]

[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.

[notyourutopian]

I thought crime was a problem in most places?

[Not that she has much experience with it, really.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

It varies from place to place, but looking through some of the history books about Earth here, it seems the Earth I'm from has a higher crime rate than others.

[notyourutopian]

Hmm.

Rapture didn't have a lot of crime. It was...too contained for it, I think.

And we don't have much here, either, now that I'm thinking about it.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

One reason is probably because everything is provided for.

[Because how different would things be if supplies were more limited? If things were doled out in rations, or if they had to purchase things with money? Would classes be formed between those with a lot of money and those with very little, or would be people more willing to help each other out?]

[notyourutopian]

Probably. [A hesitant pause.] I wonder what would happen when that changes.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[It's something she's thought about. From the guide, it sounds like something similar happened before, yet no one seemed to learn anything. It could be bearable or it could be a catastrophe.

When Ginia answers, she veers toward honesty.]

It depends on how long it lasts and what people do. If people begin storing food and growing food, a food shortage could be manageable. There are animals in the woods to hunt too and plenty of water.

[notyourutopian]

That's...very optimistic, I think.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

I try to be. But actual reality, who knows. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

[What if the river dried up and a drought killed the crops? What if the stores of food were shifted out of the village? What if a horde of flesh-eating zombies were dropped into the village and a good portion of the villagers infected? There were so many ways things could go wrong.]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor smiles thinly.]

Prepare for the worst. That I can get behind.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Something more of them should get behind, Ginia thinks. She returns the smile.]

What's your name? I'm Ginia.

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor. [She gives a little bob of her head.] Eleanor Lamb.

It's nice to meet you, Ginia.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

It's nice to meet you as well.

[Her attention turns toward the end of the bar as some people take a seat at the end of the bar.]

I'm going to have to check on everyone else. Anything else I can get you before I go?

[notyourutopian]

[The teen thinks it over for a minute, then smiles sheepishly.]

Another glass of water?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[One glass of ice water coming right up.]

Enjoy the night, all right?