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?"

[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]

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.

[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?"

[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]

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]

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."

[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]

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?"

[davin]

Davin grins when he hears that voice, so familiar now, and turns around to look Gabe up and down.

"I suppose I could squeeze ya in," he says with an amused glint in his eye. "Take you for a ride."

[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.

[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 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.

[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."

[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.

[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.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira blinks, jumping just a little when someone puts hands over her eyes, but there are only so many people who will do that and her guess is confirmed when he asks guess who; she grins, relaxing a little into his tug and the press of his chest against her back.

"Hmm," she says, tilting her head up against his hands and still moving to the music just a little bit, "I don't know, I'm sure I don't know any Irish boys, not who'd show up to a place like this." She grins, reaching back to catch him at the hip.

[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.

[davin]

"I know I'm a fine, upstandin' citizen an' all, but I thought I'd see what the sinners are up to." He grins and spins Mira around, giving her a hug and then pushing her back by the shoulders. "You're missin' somethin'."

He gets a devious look on his face and leans in to plant a kiss on her cheek, leaving a perfect, hot pink set of lips. He admires his work and grins, his own face covered with kiss marks and pink paint smeared across his mouth. "There we go! Now c'mon, ya need a drink in ya!"

He takes her hand and leads her through the crowd towards the bar.

[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?"

[gemmadorsey]

"Is it even possible not to?" she says, leaning in, and just like that she's dancing with him, limbs leaving glowing streaks in the air above and around her. "I totally knew you'd be here. I had a vibe. You are so pretty tonight."

[davin]

"Aww, aren't you a sweetheart?" He grins and steps in closer, dancing with her with his knees bent so he's a little more on her level. "We can be pretty together!"

He still has paint on his lips, so he leans in to kiss her on the cheekbone, leaving a hot pink lip print behind.

[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.

[weatherornot]

He was cute and had a nice accent, plus he seemed to know how to dance, which was more than enough for Genevieve to find herself drawn to him. Plus, he let her drag him out to the dance floor so that was definitely a plus too. She was here to have a good time and this guy definitely fit the bill.

"I absolutely insist," she said, flashing him a smile. "So kind of you to oblige me!"

[weatherornot]

She's cute. The girl is really cute in that way that was probably going to get people questioning her age for a few years still and for a moment she wondered herself just how old the girl was. It's not like they were IDing people at the door or anything. At least not that she remembered. Well, she's certainly old enough to dance with, right?

"You're managing just fine," she said, grinning back at the girl as she matched her movements. "And hi yourself."