OOC: Timestamp 30 Mia, 81378 - nighttime till morning. PARTY THREAD. I'll upload a live mix of mine later that you can listen to that will be at least PART of what Odessi would have played (for more realism, so you can get an idea of what's going on when you post.) I'm playing somewhere saturday, I'll upload the recording from there. IC: The loud thunk of someone dropping a wrench echoed throughout the massive, empty room, reverberations diffusing slowly in to the air around its few occupants with something of a quiet hiss. The sound betrayed the size of the otherwise dark room; for in any direction even the bright beams of the crew's flashlights could not find the walls or cieling. The expanse was truly massive - a room not smaller than six stories tall and several city blocks long on either side. Surely they would not fill it, nor did they intend to. They would simply take their party to the center, and hope, much like an aural thermos, that the size of the empty space about them would dissipate the sound thoroughly enough that it could not be heard outside. They were not allowed here, you see. It was mere hours prior that, with a high-pitched whine and an unceremonious clank the insubstantial lock to the hangarlike doors had been cut open and the control panel hotwired, allowing them to open it to a width that barely accomodated most of their equipment. Over the course of the next few hours, black flight case after black flight case of audio equipment, stenciled in white spraypaint with cryptic markings such as "GAFF TAPE," "AMP1," and "RUBYSYNC LSR" were dragged in on dollies and handtrucks as fast as they could be manhandled through the small opening. Odessi had only handled four boxes himself - ones that needed particular care. "TTABLE1", "TTABLE2," "8CH MIX," and most importantly, a large silver record box with a giant sticker on the side that said simply "Ravers don't fall - they trip and roll!" - without these, of course, there was no party. After all the equipment had been moved, the crew had made short work of setting it up. Lighting trusses were hoisted in to place by workers who scurried quickly up ladders with reckless abandon, and as they set to work bolting on all manners of lights and lasers, the audio crew went to work below them, arranging the speakers in neat arrays of bass boxes, midranges and tweeters, tying the amps together and marking the cables with all different colors of tape, indicating their paths about the building. Through the door came a giant beast of machina - a generator that drew its energy source from fronima, which was wheeled over to the stage and promptly plugged up with several dozen devices. The lights managed to become hooked into the proper control panels, and finally the setup was complete. As the audio crew settled in behind the amp mixer and the lighting engineer took up a spot behind the lighting panel, testing the lights - first the lasers, then the gobos, spotlights and strobes. Finally, they tested the discharge bulbs, and for a moment the full room lit up bright as day in every direction, the darkness driven out for a short second before it fought back and took control over the room once more. The final step, of course, was to set the ball rolling. Opening the tight clasps on the records' flight case, Odessi selected a particularly choice tune, and rather violently slammed it down on the turntable. The tonearm of the turntable jumped and a loud thudding noise boomed from the speakers, shaking the whole room. Just right... He put the concorde-style needle to the record and hit the stop-start button on the 1200, kicking the powerful magnet-drive motor in to action. The record was up to speed in a fraction of a second, and moments later the massive sound system roared to life, filling the room with a firm thudding sound, followed shortly by a bouncy bassline and a distorted 303 lead. The floor and walls rattled and shook in a rather satisfying manner. Donning his silver headphones, he could now only wait for the others to arrive. They would come. This was the biggest party in all of Ramath-Lehi, he guessed, in a long while. Why wouldn't you wish to come?
ooc: Great opener, Odessi! :) I'm looking forward to hearing the mix... should give us some more atmosphere. So... lessee. There're really no specs for this, just plain old craziness. :P The rain drummed on the roof of the warehouse, throbbing out a rhythm. A chill wind knifed through the air, snapping at the bare faces of the partiers entering the old building. Ravyn was among them, hugging his sweatshirt around him. His heavy canvas cargoes were different from those he usually wore. Instead of charcoal grey, they were pure black. Flourescent patches covered them, spotting them with violent pink, lime green, and cerulean blue. His hoodie was bright blue, with a scratched black marking on it. A few home-made gimp chokers laced his neck. His claws were painted glossy black. This was his weekend gear. He was dressed about the same as those bipeds walking next to him, sharing the same ambition: to party from night 'till morning. Ravyn and the others reached the door. A few muscular 'dragons pulled it open a ways, and peered out. Their lean muzzles poked out into the rain. "Come in," a husky femme said. The crowd outside obliged. The bitter cold of the outside was lost, as was the beating of the rain. That rhythm was almost swallowed by this one, spun by a skilled 'dragon Ravyn had never seen before. Still, he nodded to the DJ as he worked fiercely at the turntables. The male doubted he'd seen, but hell, it didn't matter. There were already some people inside the large ring of speakers, bodies rolling to the beat. Both choppy and undulating movements were seen, from males and females alike. Ravyn walked across the floor a few paces, circumnavigating the dancing area. Still, his head nodded to the sounds of Odessi. Ravyn shook his head, and silver drops of rain fell flying to the ground. He looked 'round at the dancers, and at those that simply mingled outside of the ring of music. Everything looked perfect for a night of partying. The smoke-black male shrugged his shoulders, trying to chase the last aching remainders of chill from his bones. His tailflame cast a guttering and spitting light around the dimly lit room. The 'dragon grinned in spite of himself. It was early, by his standards, though the moon had risen relatively long ago. Many possibilities were held in the darkness. Ravyn shook himself again, and then pulled his hoodie over his head. After doing so, he threw it in a dark corner, where a pile of forgotten garments were already lying. He estimated that, by the dawn, the pile would have grown much more. Under the hoodie, Ravyn wore nothing save his skin and glossy dark fur, which hugged a wiry, lath-like, well-crafted frame. With a soft laugh, the slim creature walked over to a table which seemed to be the makeshift bar. He felt uninhibited now, ready to dance. But first, he had to get a drink. A soft smile graced his lips. The night has just begun. ooc: sorry for the relative shortness. I'll add some more later, but feel free to post off this, whoever's going next.
<font color="#B7A2A8">Tell me if I'm out of order or something. It probably won't make any difference anyhow. Her legs began itching halfway to the big empty building where everyone knew Odessi hosted the greatest party for hundreds of miles. She was wearing tight black pants that shinned brightly in the dim light of the night, resembling something along the lines of pleather, and a matching tank top. It was skin-tight and though her fur was quite short, it still rubbed against the inside and the rain made its way in somehow or another. She didn’t really mind, though. Not tonight. And it wasn’t cold, at least not to her, so really the walk to the building wasn’t so hard. Upon reaching the block where the large, dark building stood, she reached into a small black handbag that she’d slung across her shoulders and dug through plastic bags lined with various powders and plants, to one of the smaller glow sticks on the bottom. She cracked it and threw it in her mouth, giving her teeth the illusion of being a radioactive lime green color. She also cracked the small sticks that had been hanging from strings around her neck, and turned the corner of the large, dark building, towards the doors. The building was really quite large and she stood for a moment staring up at the top until a pendragon behind her pushed her rather roughly and told her to get a move on. Deirdra turned to narrow her eyes at the yellow, feline-like female but she had already gone. She entered the place behind a male sporting black cargo pants and a bluish hoodie. Soon he, along with many others, were out of site and gone, and she was left alone by the wall where everyone had carelessly left their clothes. She smelled drugs. Particularly ven’rha. She was half tempted to start digging through the pile and find what it was she smelled, maybe even a little extra money, but she held back. </font><font color="000000">That was a long time ago.</font><font color="#B7A2A8"> Without dropping or touching a thing, she walked over to the “bar" and took a seat near the male with cargo pants that she had entered behind. She only looked at him once before she rested her head on the table and started spacing out, like she always did. It was much too early in the night to go digging through her bag and cracking glow sticks…</font>
OOC: Can't wait to here the music! This shall be fun. ^_^ http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=292Jyta Telbaj</a> Age: 22oo Female Primary Trade: Seduction (A) Secondary Trade: Languages (B) IC: Jyta half-trotted along outside, to beat the rain. She was wearing a poncho, but didn't like the thing. Bloody rain... Even if she didn't like it, she was thankful for the protection it gave her. She had grown up in Bhim, and she had known to check the weather before departing. As she reached the door, following a small stream of 'dragons, she chucked the poncho in a quickly growing pile of clothing. What was revealed by the removal might have given her trade away. Jyta was pretty in her four-legged form, but when she was bipedal (like now), she was radient. Her red-tipped-black hair hung in braids and was covered with beads. Covering her torso was a black shirt, with only the most necessary parts truly covered. The sleves of the shirt were metal mesh, and they went to her wrists. Covering her legs was a scarlet skirt, about mid-thigh length. Her pink-tinted irises turned, taking in the scene. A few 'dragons had drinks in their hands, and a DJ was in a corner of the building. She could smell various illegal substances in the air, and probably could have identified and found a place to buy most of them, but since she didn't indulge in that pleasure she ignored the scent. The bass of the music filled the air. Jyta's lips parted in a ferral grin. Tonight would be fun. Swinging her hips in a seductive motion that only looked like it was second-nature, she sauntered to where the drinks where being served. "A Nems Rojrym, please." She perched herself on a stool, listening to the music, and looking for any interesting 'dragons. The gold earing in her right ear caught the light for a moment, shining. Her drink was handed to her, and she gave it a sniff, making sure nothing other than the proper drink ingredients was in the thing. She had grown up here, and unlike the hip swinging, this was a second-nature motion. You learned to be careful here. Grabbing her drink, she walked over to near where the DJ sat, blasting out music. She didn't dance (yet), but looked at the 'dragon. He seemed to be enjoying himself. As Jyta didn't feel like doing anything yet, she just waited in the shadows of the warehouse.
OCC: Didn't know this had started! his is my first post IC, so here goes... IC: Vanemema slinked through a back allyway, sheltered from the rain by the roofs of old, dilapitated buildings. Tonight is gonna be good, she thought, a slow smile playing across her lips. She was in her bipedal form for this party, obviously. Clinging to her skin was a pair of black leather pants. On top she clad a small black shirt, which on the front bore a display of flames that glowed in the night. She liked to stand out. She finally reached the old warehouse where this huge party was taking place. Things had been dull around Bhim for a while- at least, as dull as they ever were, and a good party would liven things up. Arriving at the door, a pair of eyes scanned her quickly and cracked the door open. A slow whistle escaped the mouth of one male 'dragon as she entered the room, and she quickly whipped around, tail flame flashing in the darkness, and stared him down. Although seduction was her profession, she did not accept such brazen treatment. She hated males coming on to her, perhaps it stemmed from a sense of insecurity. She had to be the dominating person. If anything happened tonight, she would be the initiator. Making her way through the crowd, she saw a few people that looked like potential hookups. She intended to have fun with her night out. Fashionably late as always, she made as noticable an entrance as is possible when entering a dark, huge warehouse booming with music. Several females who knew her by sight and didn't like what they saw glared at her, sipping their drinks. Vanemema simply smiled at them. The throbbing pulse of the music was screaming her name to her. Unable to hold back any longer, Vanemema thrust herself into the center of the floor and let herself go. Noticing the DJ, she smiled to herself. She'd seen him before. He was fairly well-known in places like these. She considered introducing herself later that night. She began to enjoy herself more and more, losing her mind in the irregular beats that this DJ was spinning. She also began throwing tantalizing glances at the various types of 'dragons- plenty of ravers, plenty drunk, and plenty high. Near her a man was dealing out illegal substances. She'd save that 'til later. Vanemema knew better than to get wasted in such a public place, though she doubted she'd be entirely sober when the night was over. This was the game she played best, and she enjoyed it. Near her in the heart of the dance floor was a rough looking 'dragon wearing a pair of cargos. Doing a double take, she narrowed her eyes. There was something she didnt like about him... or was it that she did like him? Not to be distracted by the scrungy male, she looked in the opposite direction and continued dancing. Somehow she ended up staring at him a few minutes later, and Vanemema quickly turned away. There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on... Oh, well, after about a half hour's dancing she was parched. She sidled up to the bar and ordered her favorite drink, then stood sipping it and scanning the crowd once more. She spotted a few people she thought she'd introduce herself to, then stalked off onto the floor... only to see the ground flying towards her face. "Vock!" she hissed under her breath. She had tripped and the drink had spilled all over the floor (yet luckily missing most of her). Several females had stoppped dancing and stood together in a clump, laughing nastily at her. Vanemema didn't let it get to her. She had embaressed herself many times before, and she knew how to deal with it. Besides, the party had only just started and the night was young...
Odessi was used to the attention; the glances from random onlookers and gawkers in the crowd who had a tendency to become entranced at the sight of the turntables. Flashy objects they were, strobe indicators oscillating brightly, target lights flooding the platters, reflecting off the many minute grooves in the surface of the record - the very essence of the music itself was visible from among the shadows. He made a quick hand signal, sticking two fingers in the air and spinning them around, and soon a member of the stage crew ran up carrying a green glass bottle of some manner of alcoholic drink; most likely a rough beer made from the roots of some sort of tree or shrub. Biting the cap off with his teeth and spitting it out on the floor, he took a sloppy swig from the bottle before slamming it down on top of an amplifier, causing the audio crew to cringe as condensation spilled all over the high-powered electronics. For a moment, several speakers squealed, yet quickly recovered, returning to their business of thumping loudly. To continue with the theme of bad habits, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it quickly with a lighter stowed away in the other, and, after a long draw and rather slow, relaxing exhalation, he squeezed it between his index and middle fingers, filter-end down, and placed his paw to the record he had been busy beatmatching to the playing track. He backcued the record, squeezing the cup of his headphones between his ear and shoulder, and, just as the last song hit its peak, released the second. Deftly maneuvering the volume faders, he eased the track in, and a new throbbing bassline took over as he quickly turned the bass knob on the first track to "cut". The voice of an MC could be heard cutting in from the background - Just close your eyes and let your mind be free, reach out for the future feel your destiny... He shoved the cigarette in his mouth, biting into the filter now in deep concentration. Turning to the first turntable's effects box, he turned the filter down and slowly the track faded in to a delightfully subtle mish-mosh of hi-hats and snare drums. He turned the phaser depth to full, and the song began to twist and distort as he slowly faded it out. Wave goodbye, leave all your problems behind: right here, right now, ravers, it's OUR time. He pumped his fist in the air and set to bouncing violently behind the turntables, pointing out toward the crowd, eliciting somewhat of a dull roar of cheering, soon followed by the whistle and horns crew who kicked in with their party horns and loud metal whistles. Hardcore we stand and hardcore we will fall, ravers come together time to give it your all, just dream with me, tell me whaddya see? Till whenever, through whatever, raver, come follow me! The crowd was cheering loudly now, seemingly encouraging the song to move along, its vicious lead could be heard slowly fading in behind the smooth chant of the MC, to which some members of the crowd were singing along - they knew it by heart. Exhale, inhale - time to release the sound, as you let go your body in the hardcore underground, so make no delay, raver show me the way, raverbaby with the sound hardcore for today! On a mission with the music as we enter the zone, UFO on the throne, in a class of his own, gonna push it up high, gonna take it down low, don't be shy, give it a try, do the raverbaby flow! And with that, the song nearly exploded to life with a loud, squealing distorted lead. The bassline chugged firmly and the lights, which had been laying dormant until now due to an unexpected problem, suddenly kicked in. First came the discharge lights which, at just the right time, set off, filling the room with a blinding white light for a second, then fading away. As the light dissipated, one could see that for an instant everyone's hands had shot up in the air with a roaring cheer. The lasers and strobes came next, tracing lines and waves in the dusty air, the strobes syncing with the music well enough to create the illusion that one was trapped inside the song. Then came the gobos, shooting beams of colored light all about the room that moved and danced with the music, pointing in every direction, changing direction each beat. Some merely bounced up and down, some swung in crazy patterns, some focused on people in the crowd before moving on to the next. Various other spotlights and effects lights discharged intermittently, enhancing the atmosphere. As a massive, industrial smoke machine kicked in from somewhere under the stage, siren lights mounted all over the lighting trusses turned on, sending out long red and blue beams through the fog which was constantly changing colors - from ones position in the cloud they would see the occasional streak of light from a gobo cut through, a giant sheet of laser light scan across the crowd, or, for a few seconds, the whole cloud would flash a bright blue simultaneously as the strobe lights kicked in. The scene was perfectly euphoric, just as Odessi liked it. Tonight would be a good night.
<font color="#B7A2A8">The beats were indescribable, as all music is. Deirdra’s ebony head bobbed over her arms as it rested on the bar. She was downing her third beer slowly, and though it had surely been a while since she’d arrived at this spot, the night still felt very young. Lyrics started in with Odessi’s beats and the sound was starting to wash away Deidra’s pain and feelings of guilt and longing. Everything was washing away, including the wall she had built around herself to keep everyone out and away. “Wave goodbye, leave all your problems behind..." She closed her eyes and let the lyrics and the pulses flood into her body. Deirdra’s canine ears flicked backwards at a slight disturbance to the pattern of sounds from the party. A drink had spilled and someone was laughing, obviously female. Her eyes were still fixated on the nothing directly in front of her and dark spots had started forming under her eyes, already, but this noise suddenly snared her interest. Slowly, with her bright eyes which had began to grow dark blinking heavily, she turned to face the reddish ‘dragon that had dumped her drink all over the floor. Deirdra half grinned and stood from the stool, making her way slowly over to the wine-furred creature standing over the puddle of fresh…whatever it was. <span style='color:red'>“Are you alright?"</span> The question was obviously unnecessary. Deirdra’s hand touched the female’s shoulder lightly. <span style='color:red'>“Erah, heh…I’m Deirdra. You want a new one?"</span> She gestured towards the bar only a few feet behind them, and smiled, showing her ivory teeth which, had they been human, would’ve fallen out long ago from such hard drug abuse.</font>
ooc: hey odessi...? How do ravers dance? :unsure: *whacks self over stupid question* ic: The lights started, and Ravyn closed his eyes and exhaled. Their bright arcs swung crazily through the smoky, warm building. The music pumped harder than ever, and the bassline was pulsating through every fiber of the male's body. He sipped his Rorrladon Joth, his mouth burning with the fire of pure (and quite good quality) bycpu. The Ramathian vodka was mixed with a various slew of other alcohols, and was quite bitter and sour, ending with a sweet and fizzy finish. He opened his heavily lined eyes. They almost seemed to glow with crimson fire in the misty darkness. More and more 'dragons flooded the dance floor, pumping the air with their hands and shaking and twisting their bodies in wild patterns. Various flourescent and natural lights moved about, most likely glowsticks, or some lit joint or another, carried by a dancer. It was then that he noticed a female, rich red in colour, come over to the "bar", but not before tripping. A quick quirk of his brow was the only reaction to this, and he took a mouthful of vodka. She had met his eyes before. This was strange, for him... in normal form he'd be up and talking to her immediately. It wasn't that he was feeling antisocial tonight... not that. But there was something about her that put him off... or pissed him off. But in the same way, it made him notice her. There was a sort of attitude, there, but that wasn't it... nothing of the sort. He'd seen many a female like her, before, definitely. Seductive, tempting... A type he'd normally check out. But there was a powerful energy there, turbulent, violent, raucous; and he wasn't entirely sure what he thought about it. Shrugging his black-furred shoulders, he got up, lashing his tail as he went. The burning flame 'pon the end of it spat sparks as he did so. Draining the flute-type glass of the alcoholic energy drink, he set it down on his chair without much of a care. He sent a glance towards Venemema's way, experimentally looking her over again. The energy was thick in the air, though, and not just around her. The dance floor beckoned and called, spinning its trance-like web. He yearned to become one with that heated tide. It was one whole, it was hundreds of individual things. It was life, and decay. It created and destroyed. The powerful intensity that swirled off the floor would last long after the sun rose. In fact, Ravyn wouldn't've been surprised if those working in this warehouse had felt the lasting buzz and smelt the smoke and felt the body heat for weeks afterwards. And so without a second thought, Ravyn walked to the dance floor, and merged with the neverending flow of people. His hand went up with the others, pummeling the air in time to the beat as he rolled his hips in a rather feminine dance. He could not stop his clawed bare feet from stomping the ground, nor could he stop his eyes from closing or his body from undulating. Soon he was caught up in this crowd, being carried from place to place and carrying others with him; dancing with one, two, three, and by himself; following the music; and letting the bassline flood him with undenyable urges to dance his heart out. Twenty minutes later (though it felt like hours to Ravyn) he departed the mass, panting and smiling. He'd met a few people in the flow, and nodded to them now as he headed to the bar. This time he ordered a simple beer, though he felt like another Rorrladon. He didn't want to be bouncing off walls, just yet. Once he finished, he headed back to the floor. But before he departed, he looked for the wine-stained femme. Sure enough, there she was... She looked dangerous and strange. She looked slightly forboding. Ravyn wanted to avoid her. But Ravyn wanted to dance with her. So he looked directly at her, making sure he caught her eye. Then, he flicked his vermilion eyes towards the floor, drawing her. Beckoning her.
Jyta drained the glass, setting it on a nearby table. She'd get a new one, and she didn't need to worry about what came or entered the used fluke. As the lights started up, she gasped, pink eyes momentarilly blinded by the bright flash. The light crew was amazing, to be able to hook this all up in a warehouse. She perked her ears to the methodic chanting of the MC. "Just close your eyes and let your mind be free, reach out for the future feel your destiny..." With that, Jyta slid onto the floor. As she knew she would, she was swept up in the current. No longer were these 'dragons individuals. They were the dance, the dance was them. She let her mind go, giving way to the primal side of herself, shifting, twining in dance. As she did, she inhaled as little as possible. Drink was something she usually indulged in (and would tonight), but not drugs. Being hungover was better than the halucinations that you got with the drugs. She scanned the crowd, her mind apart from her body. She wanted to find a suitable male, if only to practice her trade. She was having a hard time, however. The DJ looked alright, but he was busy with the music, and would be for the duration of the rave, she thought. As some male or another tried to get lucky with a pinch, she stepped on his foot. The combat boots she was wearing might have broken it, but she didn't care. She was a seductress, yes, but not a whore. After 20 minutes of the dance, she'd had enough to last her for a while. Breathing slightly heavily, she headed back to the bar. One of the 'dragons there was stained with some drink or another. Jyta would have seen if she was alright, but she seemed to be taken care of. Jyta stood a few feet from the drink-serving place (not really a bar per se), and pondered. "What to have... What drink to have?"
OCC: Wicked sorry guys. Didn't get a chance to post before now. By the way... I'm not good at this overlapping thing. Like right here,I only responded to Deirdra's approach to me, becuse I wasn't sure how to respond to her aand move on to DeadofNight's approach to me without power playing. So I'm assuming I just post this and then after I move on to Ravynn? Keep in mind this is my first thread ;) Thanks for the patience. Oh, if I'm doing this wrong, just tell me and I'll edit. :lol: Vanemema stood up, carefully maintaining an air of superiority that was crucial to her sense of pride. A black femme clad in tight black pants similar to her own approached her. Vanemema greeted her with the air of suspicion, untrust, and superiority that she greeted all femmes. ...Not that any femmes ever actually approached her. She was hated and envied by most, as is common among competing femmes. She really didn't have any friends. But no matter. She was independent and wouldn't give it up for the world. ..What was this 'dragon saying to her? She could barely make out some words over the broken beats of the music. "...Dierdra... want.... one?" Vanemema assumed that she was speaking of recovering her lost drink. She scanned the femme quickly and searched her face for signs of kidding. She seemed sincere enough, so she said sure, trying to surround herself with an air of nonchalance. Just in case she was getting set up. She walked over to the bar and leaned against it, waiting for the femme to say something. She sure as hell wasn't starting any conversation.
Oh man...wicked sorry guys. I sort-of just, disappeared, but now that school has rolled over to the new semester I'll be around more often. It was just...finals finals finals. I'll reply ASAP...
