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Even before you reach the door of the large warehouse you can feel the vibrations of the music beneath your feet. From the outside, it looks derelict, windows shuttered or taped over with black, no signs of decoration beyond old graffiti and broken glass.

An unmarked door opens, and you find three dour faced individuals standing in what appears to be an abandoned front office. Even now, you only hear the dull thud of a song's base, but can't quite make out the tune. They check you over, and anyone that mentions being on The List receives an armband that gets slapped onto their wrist. It glows in the dark of the warehouse, and after a moment of waiting as others are cleared, your group is led down a flight of stairs, through a dark hallway, and finally to another door. One of the bouncers reaches forward to the metal handle, punches in a code, and drags the door open on its track. The heavy bass hits you full force as music floods into the hall, and the sight of hundreds of bodies moving beneath shifting lights overwhelms you.



"Welcome to the party." You aren't given any time to linger, and the door slams shut behind you. Throughout the scene dancers distribute free glowsticks, and there's a bar that seems to have no intention of carding its customers. For other, more shady party-favors, one must move in the crowd until they hear whispers of their distribution sources. All manner of costumes are here, from space-suits, to sailors [of the naval variety], to bright purple pandas.

The DJs are up on a stage, and there are separate platforms for exhibitionist dancers. Bouncers move throughout the rave, but remain relatively unobtrusive, except for moments when they rush in to throw someone out the back exit.

The music fluctuates between top-40 warm up stuff to please the general crowd, classic rap and hip-hop, breakbeat, brostep, trance, dustup, hairstyle, liquid funk, and hard mixes to familiar songs. The beat holds throughout and the songs meld from one to another. There are frequent, humorous sound bytes about love, showing the theme, if one could call it that, of the rave. No vampires, no blood, just loud music and sweaty bodies.

If there's one attitude that pulses through the crowd, it's this:

Do whatever the hell you want.

Happy Valentine's Day.


For Negaverse Agents
- Powered Lieutenants and Captains will have arrived shortly after set-up to be reminded of the ground rules by Ilmenite, so please RP yourself already being at the Rave.
- They are under strict orders to not drain anyone with a bracelet from the bouncers.
- All officers were instructed that they should mention that they were on The List to the bouncers, to received a "VIP" bracelet.
- As a courtesy, Howlite has also passed this information on to the DMC .
Ilmenite can be generally found near the bar.

For Civilians
- All civilians [whether or not they have a powered form] must enter the party via the front entrance with the bouncers.
- May not exit via the entrance.
- You may come to this rave as long as you appear to be above the age of fifteen! There is no one checking IDs, so once you're in… You're in.
- You will not be able to recognize the Negaverse Agents based off of their uniforms alone, nor can you feel their power signatures. If you know an agent personally, of course, that's a different matter!
- There is no where private in this party to power up!
- Kess, the civilian contact for the party, can be found at the DJ booth.

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Captain Benitoite

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There'd never been anything like this when she'd been in Destiny City before. Or perhaps she'd just never been invited. She'd quickly learned that dying her hair blonde had made the world her oyster - people who wouldn't even glance at your feet would suddenly be walking up to introduce themselves. It wasn't why she'd decided on the radical hairstyle change, she'd just wanted to reinvent herself, but it wasn't exactly an unwanted side effect.

Old Selena never would have imagined attening something like this, but two years changed a person. Whilst Selena wouldn't describe herself as promiscuous, she wasn't quite as innocent as when she'd left. She'd jumped on the fun bandwagon - you were only young once, might as well enjoy it. And enjoying herself was what she planned to do tonight. Her hair was scooped back into a messy bun, just a few strands framing her face. A plain black vest had been graffitied with UV paint, handprints in varying colours glowing dimly in the darkness. A pair of short denim shorts soon gave way to fluorescent green tights, finished with her brand new pair of heels.

She quickly gained access to the party, ushered through the door and into a mass of bodies. The heavy bass went through her, and she felt the beat of the music moving through her ribs. Pushing through the crowd, she quickly made her way to the bar, ordering a screwdriver and sipping on it.

This was stupid.

This was stupid.

This was really really stupid. How the hell did Kess manage to talk her into this one? Rowdy, dancey parties were the complete opposite of Janice's normal scene. She had communicated this. She had even cited the Negaverse Christmas party as an example, and irritably expressed that a huge Valentine's Day party would be a step further in the direction of situations she absolutely did not want to be in. The mention that this had some kind of Negaverse involvement made her care even less. Maybe Kess was just that persistent. Or maybe she had been properly buttered up by the shopping spree for some "new duds" to wear to this "sweet rave," though she would never ever acknowledge or admit it.

As long as the oversized speakers weren't going to transform into some kind of appropriately-themed boss monster, she supposed she would tolerate it. For now. The music would become a mess of ignorable pulsating background noise after a while. Probably. So she swam through the crowd in a dark-magenta dapper-hipster ensemble (complete with piano key tie and, yes, a fedora), making some stilted attempt to silently mingle. Maybe if she wandered around absorbing the atmosphere for long enough, it would help her figure out why so many people thought this sort of thing was fun.

One or two folks here and there were wearing somewhat obnoxious glow-in-the-dark wristbands. Jan was pretty sure Kess had said something about getting one at the door. It looked like you didn't need one to be at the party, though, and it was probably just for some VIP room bullshit she was wanting to drag her into, so who really gave a damn.

Andrew Collins did not regret a single, goddamn thing in his life. He had showed up at this rave with the full intention of having a good time--and by god, he was going to have one. He was shamelessly dressed as Peter Pan, and was strutting through the dance floor, glow-sticks tucked into his amazing flower pants as he made his way to the bar. Ilmenite was going to be his chosen target, and he idly wrapped a bare, muscled arm around the General's shoulder.

"Why the ******** aren't we drinking yet?" He wanted to know, rocking up and down on the balls of his feet. He may or may not have been wearing heels. They hurt, but it was entirely worth it. The more attention, the better. Drew knew what this was all about, and he had deliberately hid his bracelet (once more, in his pants) to make himself a more appealing target.

God, he wanted to get laid. Or to kill someone. One or the other--he wasn't picky. Plenty of young bodies milling about. He'd get some action one way or another, before the night was done.

Gwendolyn Caspian ignored the stares she received from the other people in line, though even that was completely out of her element. Normally she’d love to be the center of attention, but in truth she couldn’t blame the awkward stares. She figured it was because they didn’t believe that she was really fifteen years old, or perhaps it was the fact that she went to a romance-themed party dressed like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.

’It fits the theme perfectly… she has dreams and aspiration, and so do lovers!’ Gwendolyn told herself, pulling her basket with a stuffed dog sticking out close and wishing she could have snuck in Micah. She fiddled with her braids, thankful that her sister was at least kind enough to do that for her, even if it as a half-assed job. ’Besides, I couldn’t afford another costume until Halloween…

By the time she reached the front entrance, all old anxieties were gone and were immediately replaced with new ones. She looked to the bouncer and put on her best front, puffing her chest out and wearing a confident smile. She was fifteen years old, five short of twenty, of course they’d let her in!

The bouncer gave her a look over but said nothing, slapping on the glow-in-the-dark bracelet and motioning Gwendolyn to keep the line moving. Gwendolyn was able to suppress her glee and moved in immediately, her ruby-red sequined heels tapping rapidly as she entered the rave. Within moments of entering the rave all costume troubles (and everything else) was gone from mind, and she looked around, wondering where to start first.

“What do you even do at a rave, anyway? I swear, I’m sheltered…”

As he danced a couple girls danced with him, well, it was more like they fell against him and he took a moment to grin at them before giving them a gentle push towards the guys he could see over their heads looking none too happy. It was Valentine's day and he was smart enough to know if a girl even looked like she was attached to someone you didn't even playfully flirt with her. He didn't need to end up in a fight, he got into enough of those as Orion.

The tap of heels against the back of his Chucks was enough to make him turn. While a few girls had stepped on his toes, nobody managed to run into him from behind yet. Looking down the few inches to the blonde who had gotten his attention he began to perk up, and after his eyes made a sweep of the space behind her and he didn't see a guy who looked like he was waiting on this particular girl his smile grew to a grin. One dance with a stranger wouldn't count as cheating right? Especially since he'd probably never see her again.

Turning completely around he began to dance with her, fingertips resting lightly on her waist giving her every opportunity to flit away if she so desired. He still hadn't gotten a good look at her face in the flashing lights, but she danced well enough and at the moment that's what mattered. Bending down he was about to say something when a flash of light caught her face perfectly and even with the blonde hair Damian could recognize his ex-girlfriend. The shock showed on his face and instead of whatever smooth line he had planned what came out of his mouth was "Titch?!" Of course he would remember the petname that had annoyed her so much when they had been dating.

For a moment he was frozen as he tried to decide what he should do. The pretty blonde who he thought was a stranger was actually his ex, where had she been the last few years, his last ex had kidnapped him, was she blonde now, did she know who he was when she approached him? All the thoughts and questions tumbled through his mind in two point five seconds and not having answers to most of them he just kept dancing with her. He'd let her make the next move, that was the safest bet.