You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

[ethanbialecki]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

 

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.



(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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[bachjones]

Bach hadn't even bothered with showing up in a shirt.

It was a girl he had slept with (Emma? Emily? Emmeline?) that had told him about this, pulled him along right inside before disappearing into God knew where. Which was only more convenient, because Bach didn't want to give her any ideas about ability.

"..they call this shit music?"

[weatherornot]

The guy looked good. Some people totally should walk around shirtless most of the time and he was one of them. She normally wasn't into guys but every now and then the mood struck her. Looks like the mood was striking her.

"If you're coming to a rave for the music, you're coming for the wrong reasons," Genevieve said, grinning at him as she reached out and hooked a finger in the waist of his pants, tugging him closer. "It's about the people and the dancing."

[davin]

"In the loosest sense of the term," Davin says as he dances by, hips rolling in time with the beat as he holds a beer in one hand. He lost control of his accent somewhere around the third shot, so it rolls thick and lazy off his tongue. "Music needs instruments if ya ask me, but whatever this is, it sure is fun to dance to."

[anddowntothesea]

"Apparently ," said Gabe , appearing at Bach's elbow, still somehow wearing a shirt. "You're just going to have to suck it up."

[ethanbialecki]

Ethan had known about the event practically since it had been initially organised. Or that was more to say his sister Erin knew someone who knew the person who had put the wheel in motion and therefore he knew. So, in basic terms he had been ready for this for weeks. He’d arrived with Erin and Alexis. They had both proceeded to intricately paint one half of his face, a combination of angular shapes in orange and green to contrast.

The other side they had left blank but flecked paint across the top of his shoulders – considering they were exposed in the white vest top he had opted for. Considering there was UV Paint, he was no doubt going to ruin any clothes he actually really liked. One shot, two shot and suddenly Erin and Alexis were gone. Probably off flirting if he knew his sister, but still It left him with an uncertainty what to do.

Buying a JD and coke, he turned round, smacking straight into someone else and a portion of his drink slopping out over the rim of the glass. “Oh, crap! I am so sorry!”

[davin]

Davin's had enough drinks that all he does is laugh when there's suddenly ice cold booze all over his chest. No harm done; it's not like he expected this shirt to last night.

"No problem," he calls out over the music, reaching out to clap the guy on the shoulder. The guy's cute, and Davin is buzzed enough that flirting with anyone and everyone seems like the best idea. "I'll forgive you if you buy me a drink."

He winks to let the guy know that he isn't serious, but hey, he wouldn't say no either.

[davin]

Okay, Davin wasn't about to miss this. He's been in the mood for a good party.

He's got a good buzz going and glowing pink kiss marks all over his face from some girl who had grabbed him to dance with, who kept kissing even when he told her that he wasn't into girls. He'd extricated himself from her after a few shared laughs and a peck goodbye and danced his way through the crowd, hips rolling gracefully in time with the music. His skin is glistening with sweat and the collar of his plan white v-neck tee is stretched out from someone grabbing it earlier, glowing bright against his tanned skin.

The music is loud and the booze is good, and he's having a great time. All he needs now is another drink and someone cute to dance with, paint on, maybe more. He's ready to see what adventures this night brings him.

[anddowntothesea]

God knows how he's managed to still be in his t/shirt but he has. He's had a hard time not thinking about the other night so, when he sees Gabe, he makes a beeline.

"You got room on your dance card for me?"

[weatherornot]

This sort of thing was made for Genevieve to enjoy. Sound music, crazy purple body-paint all over, lots of drinks? It was so, so her thing. Anything that promised a temporary good time and the consequences be damned had her name all over it.

Genevieve had opted to go with a tank top and some short cutoffs, the sort of thing she didn't mind getting paint all over and were easy to move in. What was the point of going to a rave if you couldn't dance well? She had just enough to drink to get her loosened up before she headed out onto the dance floor.

"Hey," she said, grabbing someone's arm as she headed to the dance floor. "Come keep me company?"

[davin]

The shot Davin ordered has just been set down when all of sudden someone else is grabbing him, another girl, and he has time to slam the drink back and leave the glass rolling across the bar before he has to either move his feet or fall over.

"Aye," he says as he follows her, spinning her around and putting a hand on her hip to pull her in and dance. "If ya insist."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira is not expecting it at all when she gets her arm grabbed, and she startles just a little. She definitely isn't expecting it to be a tall pretty girl she doesn't know who's dragging her onto the floor, but hey, she's not complaining.

She finishes her swallow of beer and abandons it tp follow. "I think I can manage that," she says with a grin, catching the beat of the music as they get out onto the floor. "Hi."

[alfiehaywood]

For a brief second with the hand on his arm but before Genevieve speaks, Alfie assumes it is Zoey coming back with the earlier promised drinks. Thankfully she speaks before he can say something along the lines of ‘took you long enough’, which. Well, it would seem weird to just come up with that line out of context.

He’s still pretty stunned to have been picked out of the rest of the crowd however. “Sure!” He yells over the music, thinking that more shots wouldn’t go amiss as the buzz from his earlier drinks is starting to wear off.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira hasn't been to a party that she doesn't know the hosts of in -- a while, and it's simultaneously anxiety-inducing and feels good. She's wearing a white sundress she could live with getting paint on, she can already hear danceable music blasting through the speakers. She's not sure who's going to be here, if she'll get danced with, if she'll have fun.

Only one way to deal with things you're afraid of. She downs her champagne and heads onto the dance floor, paint in hand, glancing around for familiar faces.

[davin]

Davin is having a pretty good time, thanks in part to the shots of whiskey. He's been dancing with people, some he knows and some he doesn't, and he's kind of gyrating his way across the dance floor when he spots Mira.

She looks a little, well, super sober. Maybe a little uncomfortable. She must have just gotten here.

Davin moves his way through the crowd, twisting and dodging until he can come up behind her. He has pink UV paint on his lips like lipstick and he steps behind her to reach up and place his hands over her eyes, tugging her back against his chest.

"Guess who?" He's drunk enough that his accent's gone thick, so it probably won't be hard for her to do so.

[ethanbialecki]

Ethan feels a little lost without his sister or her friend. Or moreso in that he is used to being at parties with large crowds of friends or Esther so he's never found himself stuck alone. So it's quite calming to see someone who looks equally ucnertain of the surroundings. He's had a few drinks, but not enough to have lost sense of who he is. With a moment of awkwardness and perhaps a little bravery he gives a small wave toward the other on the dancefloor.

[sirenstoryteller]

Alex had actually known about the party for a few days. Old friends from high school who were still in town and had finally cornered him to get together with him had told him about the UV party, reminiscent of the ones from their school days. He'd politely declined, citing he had to look after the house while Will was gone...until Wren had mentioned it the last time they'd gotten together between the singing, wine drinking and kissing. His friends were amazed when he said yes the next time they asked.

So here he was, a beer in one hand and his pot of green paint, half of which was already in his curls, in the other. He was trying to give his friends his attention, they were all buying him drinks in what he assumed was an attempt to get him drunk to make him relax, as they talked and danced half heartedly...but his gaze couldn't help scanning the crowd for one particular friend.

[fairywren]

Wren's been dancing for a bit, already shiny with sweat and sure his eyeliner's smudged, a smear of orange paint across his hip where someone grabbed him to dance. He's taking a quick break to grab himself a drink when he spots Alex in a small group, glancing across the floor. He's got paint in his hair, tracing curls in glow.

He can feel a grin spread and he tips his head to see if he can catch his eye, heading in his direction.

[fairywren]

Wren had raised an eyebrow when he'd heard about the party - a blacklight rave makes him think he might have traveled back in time a little bit and should probably be taking more drugs, if so - but he's not going to turn down electronic music and paint.

It's pretty cool outside but he shows up in black jeans, boots and an open white waistcoat and little else besides eyeliner; he might not be 20 anymore but he's still capable of dancing himself warm. Which he's well on his way to.

He extricates himself, just long enough to grab a drink and cast his eyes around for familiar faces.

[gemmadorsey]

So the truth is that from the moment Gemma heard the first rumours that this was a thing, she knew she was going to be there. She knew she was going to be there dressed in something skimpy and white and streaked in body paint from cheekbones to feet—green, it turned out, chosen completely at whim in the moment and not for any particular effect.

If Gemma has a superpower—and she doesn't count her meagre magic because that's not particularly super at all—it's always knowing where the party is. She spins in the lights and dances to whatever music she's nearest to and occasionally flashes a smile at someone she's sliding, spinning or grooving past, around or, occasionally, into.

[davin]

Davin has lost his shirt at some point, and he has delicate swirls painted all over his broad shoulders and back in various colors. He can't exactly remember who did them, but they were cute, and they added to the glowing kiss marks on his face and neck.

A tiny, glowing whirlwind spins by Davin and he laughs, reaching out to grab her gently by the arm and pull her in. He doesn't know Gemma all that well yet, but it's enough to know that she's someone he wants to party with.

"Hi!" He calls out, moving his hips in time to the music as he grins a bit drunkenly at her. "Havin' fun?"

[under_the_radar]

Going to the party hadn't been his idea. Daniel was not a 'rave' type person, but he'd heard a rumour that a certain Coombs was going to be here and he could never resist when Amelie was put in front of him.

Plus there were a lot of hot, drunk people wanting to be painted. He could manage that.

He finished a curlicue on his latest subjects shoulder and nudged her gently away.

"Okay, who's next?" He called, sipping his drink.

[davin]

"Ooh, how 'bout me?" Davin's drunk enough to be happy, friendly, and flirty with just about everyone, and he's lost complete control of his Irish accent. He sort of sounds like he's fresh from the isle, and people keep lighting up when he talks to them. It's put him in a very good mood.

Well, that and good ol' Irish whiskey.

"I've been admirin' your work," he says with a small, flirty smile. He has kiss marks glowing all over his face and neck, with pink paint smeared across his lips. It's obvious that he's been having a good time. "I'd love to wear some o' it meself."

[writtenby_caden]

Caden isn't exactly sure why he's here.

He knew he needed to get out and have some fun after spending so much time holed up in his home office working on his new book, and when someone invited him to this thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

But now he's here, and he suddenly feels so much older than his twenty-nine years. It's been awhile since he's let loose like this, and it's taking him a minute to try to remember how to do it. His life has been press tours and signings and meetings with lawyers and publicists and editors for so long, that it's hard to remember how to act young again.

He looks down at the glowing blue paint in his hand and opens it, dragging two streaks up each cheekbone like war paint, with matching double lines under his collar bones and leading into the low vee of his light pink shirt.

"Hey," he calls out to the first cute person who passes by, "wanna dance?"

[fairywren]

Wren's been having a good time; he's been dancing, throwing himself into the music with his usual abandon. He's glad now that he decided to forgo a shirt under the waistcoat now and thinking about ditching that, too. He's got himself a few painty fingertip smudges on waist and hip from people dancing and a more intentional set of dots in glowy white under his eyes along his cheekbones.

Still, he feels a little old for this crowd, and he's caught himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing Alex a few times, leaning on the bar to drink and watch everyone dance. The fact that he's anxious about whether the storyteller will be here or not, and what he'll think, is out of character enough for him that he feels the need to blatantly defy it, and he's heading back onto the floor when he hears the call from the man nearby and looks up.

He's handsome, in a clean-cut way that might have once been a little awkward but isn't now, and also doesn't make Wren wonder if he's old enough to drink, which is nice, frankly.

"Absolutely," he says with the curve of a smile and turns his hand over, outstretched in invitation. "Isn't that what you do, here?"

[alfiehaywood]

Alfie blames his new neighbour Zoey for everything that is happening right now. He did plenty of nights out whilst at college, but those typically were spent with his mates. People he knew well and trusted. Drunk dancing was hilarious when you were in a group you felt at home with. This time however, no sooner were they in the place had Zoey pulled off her shirt, leaving herself in her skinny bikini top. She had then promptly threatened to paint his shirt if he didn’t remove it. So within 5 minutes she had confiscated his shirt and forced them over to the bar for shorts.

In all honesty the shots were a godsend, several tequilas, a Sambuca and vodka; he was then pulled over to the dance floor with the addition of two luminous blue hand prints on his neck and various pink finger paintings across his chest and back. Zoey’s confidence was something to be admired though, and her dancing was incredibly suggestive for a lesbian dancing with an asexual male. “Oooh! Jager!” She yelled in his ear, “Stay here, I’ll be back!”

And that was how Alfie found himself minus his shirt, stood alone in the middle of the dancing masses.

[bonniemcg]

To say Bonnie was drunk was potentially a little of an understatement. She pulled it off well, not slurring but talking with a thicker Scottish accent and a little more thought was put into each word than normal.

It had been 3 weeks, nearly a month since she gave birth. And her body was slowly returning to how it was. To look at her now, it would just be thought she was a little pudgy in places, rather than post-pregnancy. Her stomach soft and a little rounder than it had been 10 months ago. Even still, her shirt was wide necked, one sleeve resting off her shoulder. The base of it rose above her navel whenever she lifted her arms up.

Technically Bonnie was underage here, only 20 years rather than the legal 21 years. But she’d charmed (metaphorically rather than literally) the bouncer into miscalculating somehow, or he’d let her in anyway. Entrance taken as proof of age at the bar meant the rest had been easy. And now she has what looks like a space constellation painted around the outer eye of both eyes. It’s amazing and she wishes she remembers the name of the guy who did it. But for now she grabs another JD and coke, dancing near to one of the large speakers.

[davin]

Davin has a bottle of Guinness in his hand, because there's far less chance of him spilling now that he has a fair amount of whiskey warming his belly, and he's dancing through the crowd with a grin on his face. His shirt is completely lost to him, and there are swirls on his chest and shoulders, leading down them and narrowing to the base of his spine. The moles on his cheeks and neck are still connected like constellations, thanks to Mira, and his lips are glowing pink to match all the kiss marks all over his skin. He spots a girl dancing with awesome designs on her face, so he undulates his way through the crowd to stop in front of her, hips still moving.

"I like yer face!" He shouts, trying to be heard over the speakers. He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to her temple. His Irish accent is thick and lazy, thanks to the alcohol. "Your paint, I mean!"

[louise_abasi]

Rhodri had told Louise that he wanted to invite her to something, that it was different and more like him than any fancy event.

Louise, who so very hard wanted to try and do new things right now, had said yes. After asking about a dress code (old clothes), location (old hall) and need for money (no need).

Now, waiting for him outside of a rave, decked out in an old black shirt with a low cut back and some ancient jeans, she was unsure if she wanted to do this. Sure, no-one she knew would be here, she might not even be recognized because of how dark it even was, but was she cut out for this? Did she want to this?

Waiting made her only more nervous. Rhodri could come find her. Louise stepped inside.

[risesandthefalls]

He finds her quickly enough. He's already shirtless, a chain of interlocking handprints painted down his side. He curls one arm around her from behind, pulling her in close so he can whisper in her ear.

"Hey there, sweetheart."