The Rave Club™ (ALL welcomed! WE'RE BACK!!)

[Ebag The II]

The Rave Club
The ultimate music experience.

The Rave Club™ was a club ran by Dzan Streea, a cyberpunk and previous winner of the Heaven or Hell Tournament 2008. It has been tailored to bring you the very best in the underground and electronic music community. It's location was somewhere in the boundless alleys of Durem. It has recently been sold to a new person, but Dzan still has his fingers secretly around it. He silently donates to keep the place alive.

Dzan had disappeared for years. Old owners selling, new owners buying and then just to sell again. It was fabulous and the place finally died down. The thought of raves, drugs, and everything else growing bored to the men and women of Durem, but Dzan had returned once more. The Yard was booming, his home, and it was situated outside of Durem, but Dzan was bored of that place and decided to rebuy the old club. Thus, The Rave Club™ was to be reborn. The mutant, the meta, the xeno, the human, and the abhuman are all welcome. Just remember who runs the place and where the drugs come from. Overall, have some damn fun!

Announcements

July 21: Dzan Streea is back! The cover fee is gone. Welcome home, ravers!
Apr 13: A small cover fee for entrance to TRC has been established. A few marks(G:HM currency).
April 9: The Rave Club™ is moving to a new location upon Isla de la Vana!
January 5: TVs have been set up to show HoH fights.
November 27: 200 pages. Good job mates!
August 23: Officially open! LET'S HAVE A RAVE!
]August 23Also, if you have any songs you'd like added to the playlists. Send a link through PM
February 09 2012: WE'RE BACK! The Yard is alive and now the TRC will be alive. Welcome to the empire!

[Ebag The II]

LOCATION

The Rave Club™ is now located back within the "ghetto" of Durem. It's an easy place to find. Look for the ravers, the clubbers, and the eccentric metas. They all congregate at a place that has gotten a reputation to be extremely amazing. Loud music, hot girls, scantily dressed girls, drugs, and alcohol. How could it not get a reputation?! On the outside it resembles any other abandoned warehouse; though in a decayed state. Well, other than the graffitti that has been applied by the owner himself. Some off-world s**t, it glows just as bright as any neons. In big bold, rounded letters it merely states what it is; The Rave Club.

Layout & Details

The layout is pretty basic. The ground floor of warehouse is covered with tables, chairs, booths, and couches. A local DJ set up in a corner to play the music. It's typically a softer variety than what is played upstairs. This one typically along the lines of house, jungle, and DnB. This is for the relaxations and the drinks. It's a suitable area for rest and relaxation with some live entertainment. The entire area has slow changing neons and LEDs around the entire area to liven it up some. Also, at the ends of the bar, and spaced out in the corners there are dancer cages for the club dancers to dance and entertain in. Thus this floor is the one with the bar and the drinks. An alcoholic's heaven. There has been a rumor that once the revenue definitely comes flowing in that a second floor will be added for another DJ and multiple styles of electronic music will be played forth.

Well, that revenue has definitely flowed back in as Dzan Streea has re-bought the place. Though, no construction was needed. He bought a new location and had that second floor already. Hardcore and gabber style music is constantly in motion of their. The very upper floor trembles with barely contained violence and aggression. That's where Dzan typically spends his time. Up there amongst the violence that he has devoted his life to. That place is probably where ya'll find him if you're actually looking for him.

Playlist

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Rules

1. My rule is law. That's that mother ********.
2. I don't give a ******** about the AMP. Just use your damn common sense.
3. Fights can happen. Just don't godmod the s**t out of it.
4. You don't need permission to kill someone. If they fight it can end up with a death.
5. Be respectful.
6. Literacy isn't a must, but it's recommended.
7. OOC goes in brackets. Keep it to a minimum!NO OOC without a paragraph+ IC post accompanying it.

Recognized People

White List

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Black List

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JOBS

Bartenders
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DJs
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Dancers
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Bouncers
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If you want a job. Send me a PM. We'll work things out. It's all IC so we shall see what will happen, right?

[Ebag The II]

Affiliates

HEAVEN OR HELL 2012! Check that s**t out!



Click for a detailed description of GM.

TRC is the home of The Caduceus Corporation


The Yard: The place of infamy.

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Musical Taste!

So what does the owner listen to if he owns a rave club? Everything!
Want your's up here? Just PM me! We'll get all of the regular's musical taste.
Don't know what that is? Go to Last.fm and learn about it!

Ebag's music selection

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OPEN FOR BUSINESS!

+++Dzan was within the play. The cans of spray paint hidden somewhere else so none will be able to get a hold of his off-world s**t. That stuff was expensive when you had to traverse the Warp and space to get it. Thus, he was keeping it himself. At the moment he was on the ground floor. The DJ in the corner mixing it up like it was any old regular place. A small smirk upon the tattooed and pierced face of the Cyberpunk. Hopefully, this place would become a kicking ground. Who really knew if it would or not.

[Ebag The II]

+++The Cyberpunk merely waited around. His feet propped up on the bar's counter. A glass of Amasec within his right hand. He sipped at it slowly as he enjoyed the vintage. The sound of the DJ's beats flowing through his body. A small smile upon his lips. Hell, even if no one else ever showed up he would've definitely just paid the DJ's for their music and relaxed here after everything that happened in his adventure filled life.

[Quintessential Divinity]

After a reasonable wait outside the establishment, waiting as the bouncer sorted through who was worthy or not to enter; an age-old genie would finally make her first steps into The Rave Club. Dressed in the tackiest attire the eyes will ever behold (see avatar) it's a wonder how in the hell she managed to pass the bar. Maybe it's because she bought her own pimp juice....or not. In any case, the Cyberpunk would have his first visitor. (Assuming no one has already posted before this)

[Ebag The II]

+++It would be hard to really hear anything that would be said by the Cyberpunk due ot the music already filtering throughout both levels, but the second he saw someone enter he'd stand and raise the glass of Amasec that was in his hands. After the quick toast he'd take a sip from it and grin. The piercings covering his face reflecting the changing lights all about him.

[Quintessential Divinity]

As if it were common club courtesy, the visitor raises her glass in accordance to Dzan. Getting an eyeful of all the comfortable furniture around she then decides to flop down onto a couch and just enjoy the music. Sure, she could dance - but in what she's wearing...nah. Besides, she'd been alive for far too long to know what fun really is anymore. Perhaps that's why she found herself drawn to this place to begin with.

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+++Dzan would merely keep standing as he walked around the place. His eyes falling over everything. He was making sure everything was perfect and it brought a smirk to the pierced face of the warrior. It was definitely a place he was growing to love. His body seemed to move exactly to the beat of the music the DJ was filtering out into the ground floor. The beats seemingly one with the environment and one with the Cyberpunk.

[Quintessential Divinity]

Same as Dzan found himself becoming one with the melody, genie found herself....melting into the couch. Yep, somehow this sloth had come in and made herself far too much at home. Even so, she seemed to be enjoying the place; or at least so much could be assumed as she bobs her head all kinds of off-beat to the music playing. Maybe she'd had one too many - or not quite enough yet.

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+++Eventually the beat would bring him about and to the couch. He form merely resting up on the arm of it as he looked down at the woman...thing. He hated the abnormal, read meta, but he was going to be nice. This wasn't going to be a place of blodoshed. It was a music scene and thus it was to be treated that way. With but a move he'd be in the ear and would ask a simple question.

+++"Enjoying it?"

[Tu eres mi bella]

Bella was driving around on the streets of Durem in her brand new red convertible corvette. She had been to nearly every club in Durem but never managed to get bored each time she went to the nearby city. Her trip this time was different. She was speeding down a street when she passed by a new club. Not paying much attention, she kept driving. The more she kept thinking about the new place, the more she was tempted to go check it out. She made sure no cars were around before turning the car sharply to do a u-turn. The club slowly began to come back into sight. She pulled into the parking lot and stepped out of her car. As she was walking, she could feel the bass of the music under her feet. With each step, the vibrations were getting stronger. She reached the entrance and opened the door. She walked into the establishment, and noticed a very familiar face. She thought to herself for a moment before muttering under her breath, "You have got to be ******** kidding me." Who was the familiar face she recognized? It was Dzan.

She always seemed to run into him at the strangest times and places, but she didn't care. It was time to have some fun.