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introductory mingle: FLOWER FESTIVAL

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Introductory Log and Flower Festival Celebration
when: April 2nd - April 15th
where: In several different locations in the downtown area of the Inhabited City.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

flower festival

In the days leading up to April 2nd, residents new and old may notice advertising around the city, everywhere from digital screens to paper flyers pasted on blank walls, all advertising an upcoming holiday: The Flower Festival. Celebrating springtime, beauty, joy, and togetherness, the festival heavily features floral themes and dancing. The advertising mentions that on April 10th, a paid holiday, there will be a Blossom Picnic, as well as lists of various public dances at clubs or other open venues, and adult raves.

a celebration of spring

The Flower Festival's main event is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th, but it also features traditions of sharing food and drink, and dancing that span over the course of the whole two weeks. There are a large variety of events going on throughout the city, from dancing lessons in any wide variety of traditional dances, to old-fashioned sock hops, to adult raves complete with mild party drugs. Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own event at any point during the festival, and if your character creates an event and hosts it in a top-level, you can submit that thread for extra bonus points.

i. blossom picnic

The main event that kicks off the second week of the Flower Festival is the Blossom Picnic on April 10th. A relaxed and low-key event, it draws several thousand people every year to the spacious Riverview Central Park, where there is a generous lawn lined with various blossoming trees, and families, found families, lovers, and groups of friends are encouraged to lay out a picnic blanket and share food. There will be live bands playing (but not loudly enough to distract from conversation and peacefully watching the petals flutter in the wind), a variety of demonstrations of traditional cultural dances from many different realities and planets, and a ton of ice cream vendors. This is an excellent festival not only for celebrating togetherness with the people who are already important, but for mingling and making new friends.

Characters may either pack their own lunches or they can purchase pre-packed Blossom Festival lunches. Stores and street markets are carrying a wide variety of specialty food that is only available at this time of year - predominantly pastries, an assortment of types of candies, and ice cream treats all in various floral flavors, as well as a sort of ambrosia salad based around a sweet rose-flavored cream and a native fruit that is bright green and tastes like a combination of peach and citrus.

ii. dancing lessons

Starting on April 2nd, there will be dancing lessons offered almost everywhere you look! From partner dances to group dances to line dances; sexy and sensual or innocent and childlike - almost any type of dance you can imagine is represented, from any reality or planet that has people in Riverview Quarantine.

Additionally, the Riverview Central Community Center has multiple rooms blocked off so anyone who knows a dance from home can teach it to others in their community - sharing is caring, after all. Characters are welcome to block off one of these rooms and offer lessons in any dance they happen to know from home (and these sorts of thread starters would be eligible for the mingle AC Point bonus)!

iii. flower festival dancing

This is pretty simply what it says on the tin - in almost every club, community center, or other public space, there will be dancing at almost all hours of the day or night, formal and informal. Musicians bring out their instruments and play in the street for demonstrations of cultural dances and music at the same time as clubs are offering VIP cover charges for exclusive dances, and you can find anything in between.

There are also many low-cover-charge raves that allow under-18s so younger characters can stay up all night and dance like crazy. The legal drinking age in Riverview Quarantine is 14, and so anyone over 14 can enter and indulge in a few drinks, dancing, and playing tag with a non-intoxicating version of the colored powder featured at the adult raves. There is copious amounts of security on site to ensure that everyone is safe, as well as nurses and off-duty police officers to offer advice or care for anyone who overindulges out of lack of experience.

Grab a partner, a group of friends, or just cruise and mingle the various dancing events.

Characters may also notice that most of the street markets and clothing shops are offering clothing that features floral patterns, flowers as accessories, and that show a lot of skin - for men, women, and anyone in between!

iv. adult raves

Advertised on flyers and digital screens around the city, made to pop as if they were under blacklight, is a series of adult raves that are happening in various large empty warehouse spaces around the city, including one that is listed as the danger rave and hosted in an abandoned factory outside the inhabited city walls. With bouncers at the door to ensure that anyone entering is 18+, the raves are comfortably adult in nature. Clothing is optional, showing skin is encouraged, and there are a lot of neatly tucked away spaces for attendees to get some time alone with one or more than one person, as well as spaces intended for orgies. The atmosphere is sex-positive and non-judgemental, open to any orientation or preference, with various forms of protection available for free, however, to ensure that everyone plays safe there are sober security teams out en masse at all premises to oversee the events.

(CW: DRUG USE) In each location, there is one specific room where attendees can enter, and dance or play tag with brightly colored powder that contains small amounts of a legal party drug commonly available in Riverview, which is absorbed through the skin. Not much more intoxicating than having a few beers, the effects of the drug are a pleasant low-key buzzing euphoria, positive sensitivity to touch, a heightening of desires for intimacy, and a mild lowering of inhibitions. Once a character has been hit with the powder, the color lingers on the skin so other attendees can know who has partaken, but once the powder makes contact with a surface it deactivates, meaning that partakers can safely dance with non-partakers without sharing the intoxicating effects.

Please be sure to warn in subject lines for any threads involving drug use. And remember, there is always security to intervene and make sure everyone is safe.

v. roommates or wildcard

Feel free to use this prompt to set up headers for a communal floor, or threads open to roommates for the purpose of getting to know each other. Or if you have an idea for a prompt that isn't in this list, set at the Flower Festival, feel free to write it up!

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Blossom Picnic

As deadset as Fatima was on hating absolutely everything involving the town, she had to admit, the flower festival was definitely shaking that resolve. Maybe it was because she loved having an excuse to dress up. Maybe it was because she enjoyed the dancing. Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the flowers.

There was something disgustingly cliche about the whole thing. As a little girl, Fatima had always been teased by the pretty blond girls in grade school, who liked to accuse her mother of being a witch, because she spent so much time gardening. They'd been partly right, of course. A 'witch,' in this case, was only a step to the left of 'dhampir.' And her mother had certainly known how to grow flowers.

Fatima wandered from blossoming tree to blossoming tree, inhaling the heady scent of the flowers, reaching out every now and then to touch a petal. It was the closest she could come to touching her mother's hand.

Flower Festival Dancing

It was really an act of defiance drinking as much rum as she could get her hands on. Depleting the resources of her kidnappers or whatever. That's the decision Fatima reached, somewhere around her third glass. She'd been drinking since she was sixteen, so she knocked it back like a pro, before tossing her hair imperiously and making her way out to the dance floor.

Of all of her many talents and abilities, the one that Fatima took the most pride in was her ability to dance in stiletto heels. Really, she lived her life in them. At school. At the gym. Patrolling dark alleys. And once or twice in a swimming pool, although, in all fairness, that had never been by choice.

She was dancing tonight like she had something inside of her that needed to escape. No big surprise. There was a lot of anger and resentment inside of Fatima Merali. But despite the fervor of her movements, she was also quite enjoying herself. Sometimes, you just needed to move. Fatima mixed it up, half club dancing, half Bollywood, half something entirely her own. That was, of course, three halves, but she didn't really care enough to do the math at the moment.

Wildcard

[OOC: Come at me, bros. Happy to mix things up. Drop me a PM if you have something specific in mind. Fatima will be up for pretty much anything except smut.]

Edited 2017-04-02 02:42 (UTC)

iii. teen rave

As soon as he'd seen the sign-up volunteer sheet for helping out at the various youth raves in the city, Eddie had signed up for several of them. After all, he's got a whole lot of experience with helping out drunk people, and he doesn't entirely disapprove of the idea of letting teens drink so they can learn to handle themselves. At the rave, he's wearing an armband that signifies he's here to help if anyone needs it, but he's also more than open to being asked to dance or otherwise enjoying the party - sober, alert and aware, but open to enjoying it.

If your character isn't feeling well, drinks too much, is exhausted, or otherwise needs help, feel free to hit him up!

iv. adult rave

Normally, back home, this would not at all be his kind of thing. A few drinks at a bar with friends is one thing, but a full-fledged rave complete with party drugs was something he wouldn't have even considered since he left college, not unless he was raiding it. But considering the raves aren't underground, the drugs are legal and mild, and everything is safe and aboveboard, and it's been a long time since he danced, he's willing to try it out.

The first one he goes to, he goes with Taako, and he's a little tentative toward the start - until he's convinced into the powder room and emerges happy and bright and open. He's available to dance off and on throughout the night for that first one. In the days that follow, he ends up going to several more, increasingly showing a little more skin, ranging from torn up jeans to shorts on the last day, but always with one of a variety of tank tops, never bare-chested. There are some things he's not quite willing to show off yet.

Feel free to approach him on any rave night on the dance floor, at the bar getting a drink, in the powder rooms playing tag, or helping out anyone who looks sick.

v. wildcard

Hit me up for a special starter, or write me a starter for the picnic, random dancing, or watching the dance demonstrations. Eddie loves the theme of this festival, so he'll be out and about as much as possible.

Edited 2017-04-02 05:04 (UTC)

[They don't really have raves in Fearun, but Taako takes to them pretty easily, considering it mostly just involves dancing and having a good time, two things he can excel at when he puts his mind to it. Inviting Eddie along was on a bit of a whim, but he's pretty sure they're like, friends or something at this point, and it seems like Eddie could use the opportunity to chill out.

Which is why Taako has put himself in charge of ordering drinks, meaning they're very alcoholic and very colorful, and he's in the process of brandishing one in Eddie's direction when he notices that the powder room has caught his eye.]

If you wanna go in, my dude, just say so. I'm up for it.

[It looks fun, even if he hasn't tried it yet.]

[Eddie's also pretty sure he and Taako are friends now, so when Taako invites him to go to the rave, he finally gives in to the curiosity and agrees. When Taako is nudging his way back through the crowd toward Eddie, holding a couple of drinks, dressed in floral shorts and thigh-highs and a drapey shirt, he starts a little and offers a slightly tentative smile, cheeks a bit pink under the bright lights. It's still a little jarring to see a guy wearing clothes like that, but Eddie thinks it'll seem normal after a drink, and it's not like Taako can't pull it off with those legs of his.]

Have I mentioned that I can't decide if that outfit is amazing or just really surprising?

[Offering Taako a wicked little grin, he reaches out to take the drink, eyes flicking back toward the powder room. This time, Taako notices and calls him on it, and Eddie shrugs, taking a sip of the drink, sputtering a bit at how strong it is, then shrugging his shoulders a bit.]

Wow, that's strong. And uh. I don't know. It's drugs, isn't it?

Amazing, duh.

[He has no real concept of what is and isn't appropriate for dudes to wear; clothes aren't really gendered in Fearun, so he's used to picking what he likes and going for it, rather than worrying about what people will think.]

The bartender likes me. [Which means he charmed his way into getting a double shot for the vodka in the fruity martini, something that he's certainly not complaining about.] And she explained how that shit works, said it's just like being happy drunk.

[Rather than depressed-drunk, which is good, because no one needs to be depressed-drunk.]

[The truth is, Eddie doesn't really have anything against Taako wearing clothing meant for women, it's just...well, surprising. And Taako really really can pull it off.]

Why wouldn't she like you? [Eddie says it with a wide grin, taking another long pull from the drink - it's sweet and fruity and strong, usually the opposite of what Eddie drinks, but it seems appropriate right now.]

And it's legal too.

[For a moment, he hesitates, waffles back and forth on it, then takes a long, long pull from his drink.]

After we're done these. I mean, they're playing tag in there, I think.

[That makes Taako laugh, because god, he's been on his best behaviour here in the interest of not making enemies left and right, but he knows he's pretty fucking unlikeable when he stops caring. Half the Bureau would agree with him.]

What's wrong with tag, or are you waiting until the orgy starts?

[He's just joking to mess with Eddie, as evident by the way he tries to hide his smirk by taking a sip of his drink.]

[Well, there are a lot of things involving liking people that have to do with great legs and pretty hair, but Eddie isn't getting into that right now. He's too busy going bright red at Taako's comment about the orgy.]

No!

[It bursts out of him, immediate and a little too loud, and he drowns out his embarrassment with another sip of his drink.]

I just. You ever tried to play tag with an open drink in your hand? I don't know how well you can run in those shoes, but I am definitely the competitive type, and I take tag very seriously.

Of course you are.

[He's not even a little bit surprised to hear that Eddie is competitive, considering it fits with most of what Taako knows about him so far.]

Anyway, I'd totally beat you. I've got magic.

i; market at the picnic

[After a little asking around, Taako had discovered a) the general styles of the pastries specific to this festival and b) a local candy-maker who wasn't confident enough to set up a stall on her own, but could be talked into going halfsies. It's a pretty good solution, in Taako's opinion; no one touches the other's food (perfect), but they can split the costs of set up and man the stall if one of them needs to duck away for a moment. It helps that they've both got a pretty similar theme going on, sweet, delicate food in bright colors.

Taako's half of the stall is set up with pastel colored cake stands, piled high with delicate macarons, colorful meringues, appropriately themed cookies, and an assortment of other treats. He spent a lot of time preparing, so it's probably good that elves only need a few hours of sleep to function properly, although that hasn't stopped him from claiming a coffee from a nearby stall.

The thing is, he's good at this. It's not the same as having his own show and charming a crowd, but the principals still apply, and he gets to talk to people and show off his skills and just genuinely have a lot of fun.

Everyone who walks past gets a smile, an offer of a free sample, and a question about how their day has been or if they're having fun or what they think of the festival (if they look new). He's just as likely to talk up the other vendors as he is himself, suggesting the right stalls to find the best tea (goes great with his cookies), or jewelry (he bought a bangle from the one over there— no, like, a little to the left, yeah, that one), or savory food (if you go for those amazing salads you'll still have room for dessert!).

There's even on occasional flourish with magic, though it's always just a flourish, and he's careful not to do anything to change the food. It's perfect as is, anyway.]

iii; festival dancing

[There really is a whole lot of dancing going on, and Taako is loving it, for either one of two reasons.

If it's good dancing, he can appreciate the skill it takes and enjoys watching people doing something they're good at, especially if there's movement and music involved. But even more enjoyable is when people are terrible at it, mostly because it's some poor sod being dragged into a dance they know nothing about. He's not at all above laughing at people tripping over their own feet as they try to keep up with dancers who actually know what the fuck they're doing.

Which is why he's watching a group of dancers who've set up at a gazebo in the park, and when one of them skips on over to the person standing beside him, he's absolutely going to encourage it.]

It looks easy, my man! Get in the festival spirit, have a go!

[It sounds very encouraging for someone who is entirely motivated by self interest.]

v; wildcard

[hit me up with something different during the festival (he's not doing the teen rave bc yikes but he'll be at other parties) or feel free to ask for something else entirely!!]

blossom picnic

Having found a nice dress and put her hair up in an appropriately festive way (with a flower hairpin in to avoid losing her crow pin in the excitement), she has taken up the habit of just wanting around and sampling anything she finds interesting. She's discovered a dormant love for rose-petal ice cream, and unless she absolutely can't eat ice cream while doing something in particular she'll probably have one in her hand. This makes her a little extra giddy during the whole affair - she has yet to notice how strong an effect sugar has on her.

Still, despite that giddiness, she's very solemn when she actually sits down to watch the blossoms falling. Sitting under the trees and just watching them was something she's only ever really done with her husband, and having the opportunity to watch such pretty trees really makes her miss him. It almost makes her guilty that she gets to be in such a wonderful place without him.

dancing lessons

Here's the thing... Letha is a teenage girl. And like many teenage girls in many realities, when she has a crush on someone foreign it tends to spur her into learning about their culture. By some miracle there are others in the Quarantine that came from similar versions of Ivar's world, if not Kattegat exactly, which she tracks down both from their accents and general attitude and body language. One of the demonstrations she's seen even included a shirtless man doing acrobats with weapons is his hands, but she decided wisely that she's in no condition to learn anything like that. She is, however, going to learn all the easy dances.

Even without the schoolgirl crush, Letha's world has next to nothing as far as fun, exciting dances. In fact, they're probably more boring than whatever real regency-era England had to offer. She can be found participating in all sorts of dances (though she sticks mainly to those that require groups of 8 or more, being reluctant about dancing as a couple or on her own), and while she's not amazingly good at any of them, she's having fun. Even if she has to lie down a lot between lessons (and sometimes in the middle of them) as her unborn child helpfully throws off her weight just a bit, and makes her extra dizzy.

adult raves (cw: accidental drug use and general anxiety)

Well... okay, coming here was a bad idea, but Letha's curiosity has to lead her astray once in a while or she wouldn't learn. Toward the end of the festival she's finally succumb to the need for knowledge on what's so "18+" about these raves. And this has ended in her taking a few drinks, getting hit with a bit of that euphoric powder, getting SUPER EMBARRASSED over all the openly shown skin, and eventually crashing from her sugarhigh in a small corner of one of the raves where people are likely meant to sneak off and get naughty.

She's out of place and feels bad for bringing down the mood, but the strobe lights make it difficult for her to find her way out of the place and she's always been a little better controlled by her emotions than she'd like to be when she's sober. Even worse when she's tipsy and a little high and now aware that she should have at least come in with a friend.

roommates

So remember what I said about Letha not wanting to do couples dances? Well, she watched them performed anyway, even if she's nervous to do them with strangers. So anyone on floor 1 will get a little treat. Whenever she thinks no one is around, or at least no one who will judge her, she takes up practicing those two-person dances with her animated corpse. A lot of the time this ends with her placing her feet on the skeleton's and just making him do all the work, because her brain can process the dances better than her limbs can. So if you come home to see her slowdancing with a skeleton? Just... don't be surprised.

It should also be mentioned that if one speaks to her after this, she's going to smell like corpse. Just a little bit.

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[Letha announces herself by grabbing one of the sample cookies, and her face brightens up in the same way it does every time she discovers a new and exciting food. Especially when she gets to try Taako's cooking.]

I don't know how I ever managed at home without your cooking, Taako. [There's a grin on her face as she turns her attention to the different treats, doing math in her head for how many she can afford, while still speaking to him.] How do you get them all these different colors?

"like a ladder to the sun" | rooftops

[ There's not much action to be found on the streets tonight, so Nightwing's gone the route of the on-call stakeout instead, perched on the edge of a brightly lit pizza sign within view of one of the louder parties. He's munching on a slice of pizza, half-empty box balanced in his lap, which the light throws into garish relief with every flash of the sign.

There's no visible tension to be found there in his posture, but it's clear the moment he realizes he has company. ]

Hey. [ He raises a gloved hand. A little stiff but not unfriendly. ]

"so get your leather on" | adult rave 1.0

[ Volunteering to play watch dog at one of the rowdier parties in town comes a lot more naturally than it probably should. But it's a way to assuage the call of paranoia. A way to gather information. A way to feel like the time he's spending here (time he isn't at home) isn't slipping away from him, wiled off on things that barely matter.

He's easy to spot in his police uniform, making the rounds right on top of the fifteen minute mark every time, fun policing like he was born for the job. Anyone who looks too young or too drunk is checked in on, anyone showing aggressive tendencies is firmly shown the door. ]

That’s enough. [ As he steps in between two would-be combatants on the dance floor, reaching out to grasp for a flailing arm. ]

Time to crawl out of the wine glass.

"makes me feel like madman on the run" | adult rave 2.0

[ (CW: accidental drug use)

The last time he'd gone dancing just for the hell of it he'd been on Kory's arm in lower Manhatten, which is actually kind depressing to think about, now that it's on his mind. And that's really the feeling driving him back out here, fun policing shift wrapped for the night. For once he doesn't want to think all he has waiting for him back in Bludhaven. The urgency of Gotham's problems. The problems here he's supposed to be solving, day and night.

All things considered though, walking into a tagger bearing a handful of that powder ten minutes after arrival is a pretty inexcusable mistake. After all the time he'd spent researching the bylaws and cultural status of the stuff. After all those hours clocked keeping other people safe and contained. It's one of those things he knows already is going to be embarrassing as hell, sometime tomorrow when he remembers to care again. ]

Hey- [ Whether he knows you or not he's suddenly there, hand outstretched, eyes sparkling with an all-too devious light. ] -do you want a dance? You look like you want to dance.

→ blossom picnic

[Wanda is more than happy to spend some time relaxing in the sun. The park is beautiful, the trees are in bloom, and the holiday the Riverview people celebrate reminds her a little bit of Saint Nikolina, but on a larger scale. And toward a different purpose. After cooking as much as she did for the feast, however, she decides to give herself a break for the picnic. She takes advantage of the foods and pre-packaged picnic baskets for sale, selecting from a little bit of everything to make her own. With a thick blanket, she takes herself to the park.

Eating alone isn't a terrible thing, not on such a beautiful day. Even the flower blossoms falling on her blanket and food are lovely in their own way. But she doesn't mind company, not if anyone wants to join here. There's blanket enough for a few more, and food enough for one more if they're lacking something of their own to eat.

Nibbling on some bread and cheese, she stretches out on the blanket, half-considering indulging herself in a nap.]

→ adult raves

[More often than not, Wanda finds herself slipping off to the raves when evening falls. They're perhaps not the sort of place that some of her teammates would expect to find her, but she and Pietro used to visit more than a few warehouse raves back in Novi Grad. The twins had lost themselves in the thump of the music, forgetting for a while that the world was crumbling around them.

That a rave might be considered part of the holiday celebrations is new to Wanda, but it's something she embraces. With more funds to work with here than she had in Sokovia, she's indulged herself in buying some clothing suitable for the event. The skirt and boots she wears are part of her wardrobe since starting work at Brigade Boutique, but the bustier is unique, newly purchased from another shop selling garments for the festival. It definitely shows skin, but by comparison to some of the others it still covers more of her than the others would.

The first night she visits, she spends most of the evening getting a feel for the venues, dancing and drinking only sparingly. It isn't long before she throws herself more fully into the fray on subsequent nights, indulging not only in drinks, dancing with abandon on the floor, but even curiously trying the powder that's available. Her bare skin is spattered with pink, yellow, green, and blue as she alternates between dancing and exploring the surrounding rooms where she sees many come and go from.]

[Wanda recognizes Dick at once. They'd spent some time chatting at the Feast of Saint Nikolina and he'd been one of the people who had made something of an impression on her. The dark hair and that smile were a little striking, and he had an easy way about him that made her comfortable at once.

She's dressed a little bit more for the setting than she normally does day to day, but among so many others showing as much if not more skin, she's enjoying it. Smile spreading on her face, she reaches out to take the offered hand.]

I do, actually, I'd love to. [With her own skin spattered with colored powder, it's been much easier for her to relax into the event.]

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[ His whole face lights up at that, as if he'd been halfway ready for her to turn him down. He takes that hand with a showy little flourish, then does a neat little twirl around her. All that classical training put to use at last. ]

It's good to run into you again. Wasn't sure you'd remember...

[The little twirl earns him a surprised but appreciative look. She may not be trained in any way but she's graceful at least, and can keep up with him in her own way, no doubt.]

Well I do, and it's good to run into a familiar face in a place like this.

[Dancing alone is all well and good, but dancing with someone you know is better by far. As they ease into the crowds, she begins moving, getting a sense of the music and the space that they're now sharing. She doesn't let go of his hand, however, even as she begins to dance.]

...Yeah. I was kind of thinking the same thing. [ An acrobat does not a true dancer make, and she has a lovely style all her own that makes him want to follow it. He holds back for a few steps, letting her set the pace, easing with her into the motion. ]

You really know what you're doing here.

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[ Usually, Tony isn't the kind of person to forgo burying himself in work in favour of wandering around somewhat aimlessly in the city streets. Usually. But this isn't what he would consider a usual set of circumstances and, well, he was terribly curious about the other holidays that this place celebrated after the last one. Tony had to admit that, while he wasn't usually a huge fan of flowers or eating outdoors, he was finding himself enjoying this celebration a lot more than he thought he would.

After wandering by more than one vendor with delicious looking treats, Tony caves and buys himself a bunch of different pastries (he always did have a weakness for those) as well as one ridiculous looking flower ice cream before he finds himself a spot in the park to settle down. There, he puts the collection of pastries (and some kind of flavoured water) to the side and relaxes a little into the grass, content to destroy the elegant work of ice cream art in his hands while people watching.

For the first time in a while, since before coming to this place really, Tony seems relaxed and at ease. And he has more than enough pastries to share.]

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[ What was that saying about Shrödinger's cat and curiosity both killing it and not? Wait, no, that wasn't-- shit.

Whatever.

Tony was pretty sure that the idea was the same here, in so far as he was far too curious about things that could potentially be really terrible for him, that and bright lights and lots of skin and fuck, he needed to destress after everything. Clearly going out and dancing the thoughts that were haunting him was the best course of action; he hadn't done this in a long while, hadn't pressed close to others or lost himself to something other than technology and math and the steady stream of ideas in his head.

He didn't plan on ending up pressed between figures with splatters of brightly coloured powder decorating his bare skin.

When he first saw the advertisements for a rave (his twenty-year-old self is cheering him on at this point really), he didn't see the harm in finding too tight jeans and a barely there black shirt and fading into a crowd of willing bodies.

When he first gets to the rave, the place is literally pulsing with life, and the energy around Tony is more than distraction enough, even without the skin and bodies on display.

And then Tony went wandering and it all went downhill.

Somehow (curiosity, he thinks somewhat muzzily) he ends up in a room where people are throwing what he thinks is paint. Then there is neon pink pigment smeared along his arm, and Tony reassess his thought and thinks of the festivals he saw in India, so long ago.

It isn't until blue and green and teal join the rainbow on his skin that he starts to realise that maybe he should have read the fine print on the door because he feels drunk and that--

Well, shit.

Tony knows that he is going to hate himself in the morning (what else is new) so for now, he sinks into the familiar euphoria of too little inhibitions and the slow blur of the world as he presses close to whomever is closest, enjoying the contact and the beat of the music.]

[ooc: Tony is a recovering alcoholic, this is not gonna all be fun things, so let me know if you want more fun Tony or more 'oshit I fucked up' Tony ♥ ]

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[ Find Tony during the aftermath of his nights out? A roommate that finds him half asleep on the kitchen table waiting for coffee again? Perhaps Tony has wandered to the wrong floor and is currently raiding your kitchen for coffee, take your pick, or make something new.

Edited 2017-04-02 21:31 (UTC)

[ Manipulation comes in many forms when one is Loki, he learned this when feathered and chained to a kind little boy and his bird-heart broke when it exploded into something bigger. Manipulation is a hand around the muscles of another, mind and tendon alike, a hook for invisible eyes like a burr falling into a basket of wool.

That's how it feels when the chaos of the 'Danger Rave' matches with the beat of his blood and picks him up, prompting him to dance, wilder and wilder in a crowd that all too easily becomes his. No Big Red Button, this isn't the terror of using too much intentional power, it's drugged minds bowing to the strength of a concept: he wants to dance and so, they do too. All twenty of the bodies around Loki pulsate and thrash like the waves around the eye of a storm, extensions of sentiment. He doesn't feel bad about it, not when they all want to feel lost for a while. Under his thrall is just another version of that.

The air is dizzying in its ozone-sharp scent around the mob as magic pervades bared skin not only from drugs. It's not hypnosis, not really; just suggestion, like in a primal Midgardian offering to the gods.

Or just one god tonight, covered in gold glittery powder. ]

[It's Wanda's third night at the raves and by now she's gotten a feel for how things go, how she likes them to go. She eats early in the evening, and then gets ready. Gets showered, primped, dresses, and heads out to the rave. The first night or so she found herself inundated by an extraordinary number of men near her age approaching her, offering to buy her a drink. It hadn't taken her too long to realize that Sam had been helpfully pointing them in her direction. The gesture, while appreciated, is one that Wanda also regards with some amusement. Wondering all the while if any of them would have approached her without someone else's prompting.

Tonight, dressed in a one of the tops she bought for the festival and a skirt to match, she's made the decision to not bother with drinking tonight. Instead, she heads into the room with the powder to give it another try. The sensations, while subtle, quickly take effect. She doesn't feel drunk or impaired at all, really, but it does feel as if it's taken the edge off. Relaxed and more inclined to be social at once rather than working into it, she heads to the dance floor to enjoy herself. Here, everything is easy. She dances alone, she dances with others, and then alone again as people come and go around her. She sinks into the thumping bass of the music and the electronic melodies that keep her energized.

And when she finds herself dancing with someone else once more, she goes with it. Her back is pressed to their front, movements seemingly in tune with theirs. It's a rarity even with music establishing a firm rhythm to find someone she clicks with so well, and she's not inclined to stop just to see who it is. Arms raised above her head, she goes with it, alternating between following his lead or taking initiative herself, just glad to be doing this instead of thinking and worrying about all of the various complications in her life in this place.]

[ Tony is on his way to snagging some more pastries (ones that can be hidden away in his office, or around the floor, for when he has a particular craving) when he catches sight of a familiar face lounging on a blanket, flower blossoms and food scattered around her. There is a moment where Tony stills, unsure as to whether or not he should intrude on her time and space.

He figures that if she doesn't want him around, Wanda certainly isn't the type to hold her tongue.

That and he likes to think that, since their impromptu get together with coffee and nail polish, the other didn't loathe him at the very least. So he picks his way over, not really being quiet as he approaches, before standing near the edge of her blanket, half a smile on his face.]

Do you mind the company, at all?

[ Hope not, because Tony is moving a few things (mostly flowers) to sit himself on the blanket, fingers toying idly with the blossoms as he sits.]

i. picnic; like a thief in the night i'm comin for your heart.

[ Sprawled out on a blanket, surrounded with goodies stolen from all over (he dares you to prove he didn't pay) Loki munches through his meals over the festival in one preferred spot. Missed him one day? It's likely he will be there the next!

Better yet, he's almost always willing to share his fare. Come sit down and pick the petals out of his hair? ]

ii. adult rave; BANGARANG.

[ His sphere of godly resonance isn't the storm of Thor, it certainly isn't the purity of Balder, nor does it touch on the fear inspired by Cul. Mischief is whatever it wants to be, it's ... one big, sexy chaotic party, the heartbeat that tells yours Dance, dance with me, you want to be here for no reason other than you can and you're free. The horned figure amidst a crowd of enthralled (literally, soaking up his wilder, stronger influence) dancers is a handsome young man, a fierce woman, a rearing black horse, fox-faced; the blur happens in the corner of your eyes, smeared like a painting until the only constant if you force yourself to stare is green eyes like lamps in the night of flashing gobo rainbows. If Pan were around, he'd need to sit his goat-butt down.

Drugged (albeit consenting, he's not a total shitheel) minds contort into the waves of Loki's congregation as the god dances at the middle, splashed in golden powder that shimmers against his skin and clothing (flanks, fur), sold into euphoria.

It smells like rainfall around him, clean and startling, making it hard to focus. The air tastes like sweet magic. ]

Edited 2017-04-03 00:16 (UTC)

[ Sam hasn't had any of the drugs himself, but having figured out they're mostly harmless, he isn't judging anyone who does. It's a personal choice on his part, that's all. And that certainly doesn't mean he hasn't had more than a few drinks.

Not that he needs alcohol to end up pressed against attractive men on the dance floor. It just means that it takes him longer to realize that the person whose hips his hands are on is Tony Stark, in pants every bit as tight as his own, and Christ he looks good. ]

You aren't bad at this for a white boy.

[ Sam grins at him with too many teeth, leans in to chase a drop of sweat that's rolling down his neck with his lips.]

[ Between the steady pulse of music that syncs with his heartbeat, and the too familiar, too warm hum of something blurring his thoughts, Tony doesn't find himself taking too much stock of his surroundings. Really, he shouldn't still be here, he should leave, find someone to talk to, get out. But as much as there is the voice in his head telling him that, the sharp and familiar claws of addiction have pressed into the soft tissues of his chest (his heart), and compel him to stay.

Stay. Dance. Enjoy.

Even with the darker whispers against the edge of his mind (whispers that no doubt will get louder after the powder has faded from his skin, leaving smears of dull colours and bitter regret), Tony doesn't find himself wanting to leave the dance floor. Not wanting to leave the pulse of life, of chaos, that is thrumming beneath his skin making him feel electric. Like he was falling and flying and free--

Flying without the suit. And fuck, that was a feeling.

It's the flash of gold, the twist of something familiar but foreign (echoes of a power Tony denies) in the corner of his eye that catches his attention, has Tony pulling away from the body plastered to his front and moving with the current of people towards the shimmering gold and the familiar flash of green at the centre of the storm. It's like the air here is alive, crackling with more than the energy of the people.

Tony knows that, the under your skin tug of something nearly wild.

Fucking magic.

And maybe it's the magic, or maybe it's the powder on his skin (or maybe both, maybe neither), but Tony doesn't hesitate to break past the bodies pressing around the god, crowded around him like they were afraid to get too close and burn, and curl his chin over the shoulder of the god.

There is laughter on his lips as he swipes a thumb along Loki's shoulder, coming away covered in gold dust.]

'Come make us gods that will go before us'. Are you here to lead them out of the desert or into it I wonder.

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