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

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

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.]

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[In honor of the grand opening, Wanda has had local seamstress Bulla fit her up with a very red, very brave cocktail dress. She's accessorized it with her usual mid-arm black arm bands, and plenty of bracelets. Wanda can be found in one of a few places;

A. Out on the dance floor! Though she doesn't talk about it much, Wanda absolutely loves to dance. Happily, she seems to have a natural sense of rhythm housed in her hips, which she switches back and forth in hypnotic patterns to match the music, her arms weaving through the air around her-- Someone get this girl belly dancing lessons, she clearly has a knack for it. While she dances, she tends to glow blue a bit, her hex aura lighting up in an attempt to not accidentally do magic while she dances. That said, attempts are not always successful. Come dance with her, if you dare.

B. By the door, acting as a bouncer. While she doesn't expect to have to eject anyone from the club, it is her job to keep the peace, to a certain extent. She can do this job from anywhere, but by the front door is the official post.

C. Rehydrating! Dancing takes a lot out of a girl, and Wanda will make frequent stops at the bar for water. Also booze. She's not a huge drinker, but this is a party, after all. Come, have a drink with her.]

[Sure it's the middle of winter, but Anya has been looking forward to this. When she arrives she's all covered up in her winter coat, but once it opens, it reveals that she's making her aforementioned splash in this dress.

She'll have to put that away in the coat room, of course.

And she's in her element, moving around the dance floor, grooving to the available music, looking for eligible partners, and of course a glass or two at the bar.]

It's about time!

[She'll say that to - well, whomever it is that's greeting her at the door. Other times, she'll just be looking for ways to enjoy herself. Way too much energy can get pent up when you're not doing much with that time you have. Girl needs a distraction.]

[As one of the bartenders, Ginia keeps things classy but sexy; a dark purple button-down shirt, black vest, and black pencil skirt.

She spends most of her night behind the counter serving up drinks. When things are a little slow, or when there's a good crowd around, Ginia engages in a bit of flair bartending. There's a grin on her face as she juggles and flips glasses and bottles, still keeping drinks coming along.

Ginia can also be found occasionally on the dance floor, getting her groove on and looking good too.

She can also be found outside on the patio with a drink, coat on and enjoying a bit of peace and fresh air.]

[Wearing her cloak, a plain long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of blue jeans, Adela lets the noise attract her to the club's doors. She can't help blinking a bit at the surrounding scenery, never having seen anything quite like it before. It seems as if it is a party of some sort, but at the same time she's never experienced anything even remotely like it. Even a party is a foreign concept to her.

As a result, most of the night she's hanging around the bar, sticking close to the wall, or even occupying one of the booths by herself so that she could watch everyone else in peace. Maybe with an occasional drink or two, so long as it wasn't overly sweet, but not exactly seeking company. She was content to observe for a while, not sure of anything else she could do. It was at least something to distract her from her earlier loss.

The dancing is strange, the behavior is strange, the atmosphere is strange... It's fascinating, but so foreign to her at the same time. It's almost overwhelming.]

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[Trunks had heard about this place from his sister and he was extremely excited about this. When he arrives, he'll be sporting a casual suit and sunglasses. He takes his shades off and places them in his jacket pocket before hanging the jacket up in the coat room then heading out to the club itself.

His first stop is the bar where he has a couple of drinks and just chilling for a while. After that, he finally hits the dance floor. He'll be doing what looks like a mix of break dancing, acrobatics, and martial arts moves. Once he's tired of dancing, he'll take a seat at one of the tables taking a break but deciding to hit up the bar again for a few drinks.]

[The fuzzy man is ready to party! He's just a bit awkward and dodgy because of his last in-depth encounters with both of the hostesses. But he's trying to enjoy himself.

He'll try his own hand at DJing for a bit, complete with cheesy techno, but he'll also spend some time acting as bartender. And as the night goes on, he spends more time hitting up the dance floor with his own funky moves. He has his image inducer on, and he's wearing a white button-up shirt with some dark formal pants. Just be glad he's actually wearing a belt.]

[He's not the best dancer in the world, but the guy wearing sunglasses indoors cuts a pretty striking figure. He's mostly watching from the sidelines, occasionally dancing in the crowd as the mood strikes him. It seems he's not interested in being the center of attention.

Of course, one might also find him at the bar, drinking something... non-alcoholic. Liquid courage? Nah, he's a bit of a straight-edge if there ever was one.]

[Jean will show up a bit later in the evening, looking classy in a golden strapless dress. She's going to enjoy a few dances, and a few drinks-- Shirley Temples and the like. This may not be America, or even Earth, but she is only 18, after all. She keeps an eye out for friends, but is happy to spend most of the evening being a social butterfly. ]

[Billy arrives on time with Teddy in tow, dressed in a new shirt and a pair of dark, slimming jeans. His first goal is to check up on the hostesses and see if they need any extra help, and if they've gotten things under control, he'll try to steal a dance from each of them at some point, too.

Otherwise he'll be doing a blend of wall-flowering and dancing with his favourite boy.]

[Teddy shows up with Billy, dressed up in faded jeans and a sleeveless, fitting shirt, as it would be a crime to cover up those arms of his. For the night, and maybe a few days after, he's gone back to five earrings in each ear, knowing that they're just the right color metal for the lights to shine off of. He'll provide a little extra help if some muscles are needed, but once it's time to dance, oh, it's time to dance.

Granted, he spends some time wall-flowering. Yet when he's on the dance floor, it's easy to get caught up in the flow and emotions of it all, dancing with whoever wants to do so with him, but mostly with his boyfriend. It's been a long time since he went clubbing, but once he's out on the floor and blending with the group, it's like it hasn't been that long at all.]

[Maybe the facade she's put up is becoming a little obvious. Simon's gone. Waking up one morning alone in bed and discovering that it wasn't just because her boyfriend had gone out for an early run or yoga hurt. Even if a part of her knew it was only a matter of time, that it actually happened, well, sucked.

But HQ is her baby and it's finally come to completion. It's all she's been working on since he's disappeared. Throwing herself into their work seems to be a classic Bishop coping system. Kate never thought she'd be anything like her dad in that respect.

For the most part, she stays near the bar and watches people come and go. She's dressed in dark purple jeans and a black shirt. She really hates how much she misses him.]

[He's coping with losing Simon. He'd never have considered himself the type to be able to adjust to loss so well and just keep going, but he's lost so many people over the last year that maybe he's just numb. At least it hadn't been like with Alice. No hospital time because of flashbacks and PTSD at least.

It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt but, well, at least this time he hasn't had to watch someone die. He hasn't had to be the one to send someone out to die.

The club though is a very welcome distraction, and an evening spent DJing perks him up a hell of a lot. It's exciting! Finally being able to do what he loves, without y'know, the risk of people turning into zombies.]

[A.)

Hearing about the dance club was done more in passing, a bit of eavesdropping in her favorite places to visit in Luceti, but Perona cares little for how she's come to find herself here. The fact is, she desperately needs a good time, and a night to just let loose and let rhythm take control of her body and soul. The music isn't the normal type she listens to, but it's got a beat she can surely work with.

Dressed in a far more comfortable attire from her flowing, ruffly gown and top hat, Perona can be found on the dance floor tonight, cutting loose and letting herself be drawn into the music. And she's pretty good at it, too! And may not openly turn down anyone wanting to dance with her tonight, either...so long as hands are kept to oneself.

B.) After her dance, Perona is somewhat out of breath, and makes a beeline for where she left her teddy bear to save her a seat at the bar. She orders something iced to cool off - alcoholic, of course, she is a pirate! - and sighs as she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. Ah...she's having such a good time! This is so much fun! Thank god for whoever built this place, she really needed to just get out of the house and enjoy the nightlife a little.

Swinging her legs from where she sits, Perona giggles to herself and pulls her cute teddy close. Maybe she'll stay up all night here having fun and enjoying herself...she deserves a night out just to herself this once. Besides, she has no plans for the following morning. ...Yeah! She's going to stay here all night, she's earned a good time! Downing her drink with a wide grin, the pink-haired pirate readily orders another.]

[A.)

It's close to eleven at night when Norma actually gets off work at the bar. She's dressed pretty well, but that doesn't stop her from checking out this snazzy new joint that popped up! Is this a dance club?! Seriously?! Jeez, she is all over this hardcore! It's abut time someone thought to make Luceti a little more lively. And if there's one thing Norma is really, really good at (besides transcribing ancient languages with 100% accuracy and clarity), it's dancing. It's always been just a hobby for Norma, stress relief when she was on her own, but shes gotten pretty damn good at finding a rhythm and working her body effectively to match that just right. And she's showing off her moves tonight on the dance floor. This is such a great way to end a busy workday, oh gosh.

B.)

After some dancing, she's at the bar to cool off - and hopefully not get any grief for her younger than possibly legal appearance, she's almost nineteen! The drinks she orders are definitely orders expertly and with a wink to any of the bartenders. Norma's been practicing mixing drinks for a few months now for work, and is only at the intermediate level, but she's no stranger to what works well together, and she gets things that appeal to her own tastes, too. Nothing too strong, or hidden well enough so all she tastes in the sweet zing.

She may even ask to show off a few of her own concoctions when her inhibitions have been lessened by aforementioned zing. She never goes too far with her alcohol - working at the bar has made Norma hyper aware of how much of a lightweight she is - but she enjoys a good buzz the entire night. Oh, but, uh...maybe she should have told her housemates she'd be super late coming home, ahaha...whoopsie~!]

A. Arriving/mingling

[Eleanor isn't entirely sure what she thinks of Wanda's club idea, if only because she isn't the biggest fan of crowds. Or loud noises. Or strangers. But beyond all of that, it sounds like it could be fun? Maybe? Hopefully.]

[Even if it wasn't, Wanda was her friend, so she was going to be there to support the other girl. In a black dress that Wanda had adjusted for her, and wearing a little bit of make-up that...Wanda had taught her to wear, and with her chin length hair a bit fritzy on the sides and looking somewhat stylish after...Wanda had helped her with it.]

[...okay, so there might have been some coercion going on to get the anti-social teen there.]

[But it had worked, at least? Which is why Eleanor had a nervous smile on her face as she arrived, looking around at the other people before she made her way towards the bar to get a drink and try to blend into the woodwork a bit. She is planning on water, but actual alcohol would probably be a thing. People claimed it made stuff like this easier, right?]

B. Dancing.

[Dancing, however, is something Eleanor does genuinely enjoy, once she relaxes enough to actually do it, so after a single drink that takes some of her paranoid edge off, the teen can be found on the dance floor. She's not actually a very good dancer, but she's managing, mimicing what other people are doing more than anything else, really. The only styles of dances she's familiar with are decades out of date, but she does slip them in from time to time...]

[Even if she does feel silly doing it. But she's smiling, at least! A genuine, happy smile, actually. Which will last until she actually starts to think about what she's doing...Or she gets tired. Hopefully the second.]

[Laura is only there to dance. She didn't bother to drink because it accomplished nothing and she isn't all that inclined to socialize, she just wanted to move to the music for an hour or two and not think about life.]

[Which is what she's doing, dressed like so, her eyes closed half the time, and open only long enough to judge whomever happens to have moved close enough to her to be trying to dance with her. She isn't particularly picky, as long as they keep their hands to themselves.]

[She does take the occasional break, when she isn't fond of a song or if too many people happen to come out onto the dance floor. But she doesn't go far, settling down in a chair on the edge, watching people as she sips from a glass of water.]

[This isn't quite the kind of dance club that Mytho thought it would be. But he seems to either not truly notice or not truly care. He'll practice ballet here, all the same, dressed in the white shirt and dark pants that constitute his dancing outfit. He brought Rue with him as well, and she likely will never be too far from him in case any trouble brews.

So he could be found on the dance floor, flowing gracefully through a number of ballet movements, no matter what the music. Perhaps Mytho's skill makes the moves seem natural even to such unfitting music.

Or, he could be found at other points of the evening, quietly exploring. He'll stop to observe others who are performing unfamiliar styles of dancing, very curious about what exactly they are doing. Should he learn such movements as well?

Beyond that, he may occasionally pause upon feeling familiar pangs in his heart.]

[Such a delightful club! So this is an activity of youth for those from other worlds... Rock Lee is simply fascinated. He comes in here, ready to learn the ways of the dance.

It doesn't seem too different from combat. So he'll end up practicing some sparring forms across the dance floor. Watch out for those punches and kicks! He may end up sweeping you off your feet, just not in the way you imagined.

His later attempts to match dance moves? They may just result in the accidental creation of a mosh pit.]

[Pale eyes glint sharply with amusement.

It's different from his usual haunts. Far more chaotic, beams of lights flashing and slicing through semi-darkness while the basslines to strange music thrums through him like a second heartbeat. It, of course, reminds him of the rave he had enjoyed far more than expected.

But Isaac has not come to dance. With a slow, self-assured stride, he makes his way around, weaving through others and scouting foreign territory from the edges of the room before ordering himself a drink. Red wine will have to do. He sloughs off his snow-crusted cloak and settles into a booth before long, considering the humans in his midst between sips. Guardedly, hungrily.]

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[ He might not fit the dress code

Admittedly, part of it is not really knowing what the dress code was. But he still came here regardless, to check it out. See what the drinks were, see the dancing, and most importantly, get a feel for the vibe and the decor. This is definitely an effort to make this place feel more urban, and if it can be sustained he will probably become a regular here for hanging out. Most of the night, he's running solo - looking for girls to dance with or chat up, or maybe a few guys too. Also dancing, of course, and maybe hanging out at the bar some once he notices who the bartender is.

Some of the night though, a Pikachu might be beside him or on his shoulder. Yes, she doesn't go with the decor, but she didn't want to hang out at home, even if the music is a bit loud for her here. So the times when she is out of the ball, he's hanging out with her at a mercifully claimed spot at one of the tables. Maybe he even had to slide into your table abruptly and try to charm his way in.

Either way, he's here all night. He had nowhere else to be. And a the night gets longer, he gets more tired, things might get awkward. Who knows ]

[While Jean had heard about the club from Ginia earlier in the week, he hadn't planned on checking it out. Having your best friend disappear during a weekend which nobody can remember tends to put a damper on high spirits and curb an appetite for fun. But he has nothing better to do on a Friday night.

So here he is, planted at the bar because it's still true that he's never danced a step in his life. He won't stay for long, nor will he drink much. At least he's ditched the uniform, dressed instead in a simple white dress shirt tucked into black slacks.]

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[Even if Remy hadn't promised to visit the place when it opened for Wanda, there was no way he was missing an opening for a club. Back home it paid to know the local hot spots and their exits. He had lost count of the number of times he used a crowded dance floor to get away from someone on his tail. It was also a great place to spot any local talent he had missed already, Luceti was no different.]

[For once his constant trench coat was not present, replaced with a more practical and dressier attire for the night. Well, the sunglasses weren't practical in a dark setting, they just looked damn good.]

[Making his way throughout most of the main spots of the club throughout the night, Remy made trips back to the bar several times, as well as gaining any attractive attention he might be able to.]

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[Peony had been actually passing by the club when the music stopped him in his tracks and pulled him inside out of curiosity. Certainly it's almost like nothing he's ever seen before, but as the sight of flashing lights and grooving people hits him, he knows it's a scene he can get into.

For the first little while, he'll by the bar, testing what there is to offer on the drink menu and observing the crowd. He's feeling as much of a conversationalist as ever and talking to, or perhaps even invading the space of, any person by themselves or beautiful woman in his general proximity or line of sight. He may suddenly pop up and say "I recommend the 7 & 7!", or give a friendly wink to the people he meets.

As the night progresses, so does Peony's steps to moving toward the dance floor. At first it's alone, which he doesn't mind, as he has a chance to pick up some new dance moves to use with his own. Think modern club dancing with a touch of 80's and 90's. It maybe look a little silly, but the important thing is that he's having fun. Of course, he's also joining any girl who looks willing to dance or asking politely.]

[He doesn't remember whose idea it had been that had resulted in Steve coming. He'd heard about the club opening but hadn't been planning on coming. He tends to prefer quieter, more intimate surroundings where he can drink and have a conversation with someone. Well, he can do at least one of those things here at least. Currently Steve is sitting at a table towards the back, nursing a drink, and watching the dance floor in somewhat horrified fascination. That's what dancing is now a days?

Occasionally he will leave his seat to head towards the bar and a freshly filled glass. But it wouldn't be too hard to notice the way he always keeps a few feet between himself and the dance floor.]

[Rogue arrives at the opening promptly at eight. She's bundled up against the cold in her normal heavy winter coat, but once the coat comes off, her dress isn't exactly warm. She wears black stockings with patterned cut outs and short gloves for once, anticipating that Loki will put the shielding spell on her within moments of his arrival. Her only piece of visible jewelry was a torc wrapped around her left bicep, a double-headed snake of intricate metal work.

She probably won't be there too long - an hour, maybe two, max. Dancing makes her uncomfortable, makes her think back to how she learned about her mutation. But she wants to get over this because her boyfriend loves dancing. So she will be dancing. With him. Any time she's on the floor.

And sometimes she'll break away to get a drink, but she'll be going easy on the alcohol. She'll be more than happy to say hello. It's getting more than a few words out of her that might be the difficulty.

And sometimes she'll go and stand by the wall where there's room and just breathe for a little bit.

But mostly? She'll be dancing.]

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