open post ● we're about to get up and burn this floor

[boomvox]

Who: Everyone.
What: The Grand Re-Opening of the Gravity Falls Station.
Where: Babylon.
When: Veerdi to Sukkardi.
Notes: Party post!!! Go nuts y'all.
Warnings: Probable alcohol (and drug?) use. Flag stuff in subject titles if it needs a warning and I'll edit it up in here.

It's clear from the first moment anyone even gets on the Skyrail tonight that the Stratosphere Entertainment Group's pricey investment is going to pay off - every rail car is crowded with people decked out and excited for the event. To natives of Baedal, the idea of a holiday is days off work, maybe some camping - escape is alien, a little frightening, and completely thrilling. Even when the Gravity Falls station had hosted other venues, it was nothing so ambitious as to capture the imaginations of the city as a whole. And to immigrants to the city who no longer have the luxury of even simple trips out of town - well, it's priceless. A bittersweet but suddenly vital excursion.

Doors open just as the sun begins to set, the light reflecting off the water of the ocean illuminating the great floating platform as if the entire sky was on fire, before slipping into deep purple then black, the ceiling of their experience dotted with brilliant stars. Staff members wrangling the hazards of the first night are anxious but excited, kind and helpful even if they end up frazzled by the overwhelming turnout. There is security, all sporting neon purple shirts with lion logos, but even by their own admission, they're only there to breakup fights - and even they're smiling all night, too.

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the club ● dance floor

[boomvox]

Babylon's main event and crown jewel is its massive, multi-floored and lavishly decorated dance club and performance venue. They've booked a wide array of acts, and if you don't like one artist's style, you can always come back in an hour and check out the next one on the lineup. DJs for dance music, one death metal band, a delicate but enthusiastic pop starlet, and even a performance artist who contorts herself to abstract birdsong and hypnotizes the crowd with her benign telepathy (everyone really wants to give peas a chance, after).

Music enthusiasts the multiverse over are certainly familiar with yee olde recording disclaimers, often pasted on the doors of a venue, the minimal effort of management covering their ass about putting any given show on a DVD later. But in Baedal, the tacked-up fliers at the doors carry a different sort of message:

WARNING! YOU MAY BE ALTERED!
SEVERAL ACTS CONTAIN PSYCHOACTIVE PHEROMONES,
MAGIC, REALITY-WARPING, AND RADICAL SOUND.
BE KIND TO YOUR NEIGHBOR'S MIND!

This does not actually appear to be a deterrent to the vast majority of patrons.

[gwynn]

So approximately no one is surprised that Megan is here, in fact there are several people here who came out tonight under the assumption that she would be. She's pretty predictable like that.

It is also no big shock that after a short detour to the bar - she's been pregaming, she's trying to be a little frugal since she still needs to find a place of her own, but while she's here she ought to at least sample some bizarro cocktail - that she immediately heads out on the dance floor. She is dressed to stand out, even in Baedal, not that she ever blends in, in a neon green dress and the most ridiculous heelless boots.

So she's dancing! On the dance floor! What a novelty!

Every now and then she drifts closer to less-crowded areas with one or two people who go back out in the crowd looking dazed and happy and wanting to hug everyone in the world, and Megan tucks a couple bills into her underwear. What, it's a living.

[boomvox]

Like a divine booze Jesus from on high, when Jae has a minute, he finally extracts himself from the other Vault support employees table at the lounge and sidles over to Megan, holding two neon cocktails, one of which he immediately forks over.

"You're killing it!" Look, they kind of have to communicate via brief loud noises, in here.

[gwynn]

"Call the cops, I don't care!" She will take that neon cocktail, thank you, and slam it rather than sip it, but she's at this point of tipsy where she doesn't feel like sipping anything. She's going to talk someone into buying her shots at some point soon.

Still dancing, her hand exaggeratedly creeps towards his hair, menacing him with the threat of a hair ruffle. She would never actually, that would be a crime, but the threat is there.

[boomvox]

"I might--!" If she messes up his hair, which he does an elaborate Matrix-swerve to avoid, even though he doesn't actually believe she'll do it. It makes him laugh though, and even if Megan is tanked, well - there's still a part of him that's very happy to see her happy. (Maybe someday he'll be talented enough in other people to go past that superficial assurance.)

But it's way too loud to converse, and who wants to? They're on the damn dance floor.

[gwynn]

"I liked your set!" Megan adds, right before nearly taking someone's head off with her shoe. "Sorry!" she shouts at them over the beat.

(She's not actually sorry, they should have stayed out of her way.)

She's also probably a hazard to everyone else because she's using her wings whenever she has room to, resulting in her being off the floor a couple feet pretty often. It's nice that her wing has healed enough that she can fly again, she'd been going crazy when it was still in a cast, drinking too much to cope with the possibility that it might not heal. Anyway, result: people aren't crowding them too much, not wanting to get smacked in the face with an insectoid wing longer than most people's arms.

[boomvox]

"If I got approval from Hoface Killah I'm set for life."

I bet you thought that would have faded into obscurity by now, after so many months. You thought wrong.

As always, they make quite a sight anywhere in public together - even in Baedal. A couple people are staring (over her wings) and somebody snaps a picture giggling about a celebrity stripper and a DJ and Jae just looks completely baffled for a second before skittering a bit closer to Megan like oh god help.

[gwynn]

Megan isn't used to being treated as a celebrity, but she is used to having her picture randomly taken and uploaded onto people's Tumblrs and Cobrasnake and the like, so after a moment's surprise she sort of flings her body around and leaps on Jae's back (it's okay, she's tiny) in order to pose dramatically with her middle finger in the air.

"You're famous!" she says, and she's close enough to his ear that she probably doesn't need to shout, and yet. "And so are my tits!"

There aren't any Tumblrs in Baedal, anyway, but maybe they'll show up in the society page of one of the newspapers.

[boomvox]

Jae cracks up as soon as this happens, and a couple club-goers do as well, one girl even squealing in delight and coming over to pose for a picture. (All three of them flip off the CiD taking the photo.) It's a brief, surreal moment for Jae, whose D-list Londoner status meant that 99% of all pictures taken of him in public were by his own management for their own promotional materials.

"So that-- happened," he's still laughing.

[gwynn]

"Yah so like, now when you introduce yourself to people you have to add, like, 'I'm kind of a big deal' after."

She waggles her empty glass, on... an unrelated note - "I'm gonna go do shots, you wanna?"

[boomvox]

Jae shakes his head at 'I'm kind of a big deal', still laughing. He'd die. But then-

"I'll do one, let me get you started, they're comping me - then I gotta go suck up to some more of the organizers." So he can't get wasted. Y..et.

[obscuredvision]

The warning flyers don't deter Ava, though the death metal band does; she takes the hour to take a couple of jello shots and check out the rest of the club. She wanders from lounge to garden to pools and back again, reappearing in time for the pop singer and staying through the dance DJ that follows.

It's nice to be out; managing the boarding house is more than a full-time job (as it is, she's checking her CiD often to make sure some catastrophe hasn't befallen the place while she's dancing). It's nice to be doing something else for a change, something fun.

She keeps dancing, careful not to tread on anyone's feet with her spike heels, peeling off the metallic gray jacket that matches the leggings she paired with a black fitted t-shirt. She ties the jacket around her waist, warm from dancing and from the press of bodies on the dance floor, but she doesn't miss a beat, still moving, happy to dance with anyone who lingers as they pass in front of her.

[boomvox]

Said dance DJ is working it as best he can - Jae's become known for the euphoric semi-highs people can get while he spins (hooray, magic! And contributing to that warning sign!!), always containing purely positive energy vs any mindwhammies (technical term!). A cocktail waitress in an ornate dress pretends to spill a glass on his turntables, electrocuting them both and heralding other dancers to literally light up at the corners of the room - a fancy illusion, set to music.

At one point Ava catches his eye, recognizing her from the cohort. He points and waves, and a bit later, an employee wades through to offer her a free drink ticket. Yay! Cohort solidarity, yo.

[obscuredvision]

It's pretty obvious the point and wave and the drink ticket that follows are connected. It's a nice gesture, especially from someone she doesn't know.

Ava is a well-mannered young lady, and she won't let the kindness pass without proper recognition. She keeps dancing, the rest of Jae's set, and then she hovers near one side of the DJ station once he's finished, waving to catch his eye once he's packed up and moving away.

"Hello! Thank you!"

[boomvox]

There's a minor flurry of activity as he evacuates the stage (he's happy, delightfully high on life from his performance and a bit shiny from sweat) but he definitely catches Ava and stops - "Hey!" A bright smile, and he offers his hand, huddling close so they don't have to shout too loud, but not creeper-close.

"Hi I'm Jae. DJ Kim. I'm on your cohort!"

[obscuredvision]

She understands, from many nights out at clubs back home, the necessity of needing to stand close to converse, and the difference between that and creeping. He is so not creeping, so she takes his hand, shaking it.

"Hi, Jae! I'm Ava. That was a great set, I'm so glad I stayed on for it."

[boomvox]

"Ava!" Which counts as It's nice to meet you, Ava! in this noise. "Thanks, I have no idea how I got booked." Well, he got booked because tech-heavy Earth DJs are rare in Baedal so it's a niche industry he's got pretty cornered, though it is still an honor to get in somewhere like this considering the newness of their cohort.

"I haven't seen anybody else yet tonight, how're the other bands?"

[obscuredvision]

"I'm pretty sure it's because you're talented," she says, and it's sincere. She enjoyed that set and it seemed to her the rest of the crowd did too.

"Um. Before you was this singer? She was cute, her music was fun. Before her was some really loud metal band. It's not my thing so I didn't stay but their fans seemed to like them."

[boomvox]

"Thank you." He sounds just as sincere, and he is. He always lights up when people appreciate his attempts at re-arranging noises. And then he laughs, "I work at the dwarven metal club too, I know what you mean."

Dwarven metal doesn't seem like something this neon-colored dude would be into, but a paycheck's a paycheck, and Jae's always been fascinated by variety.

[obscuredvision]

"Dwarven-- oh. Goodness." She has no idea what that would be really, she can only extrapolate from her limited experience. "You must be especially talented, then, to have such a wide range. Do you have anywhere you need to be? I have this drink ticket, you see, and if you wanted to join me for a drink I'd be delighted."

[boomvox]

Jae's set goes well - something Jae is thrilled about, because he wasn't kidding about being the D-list attraction in the main lineup, and truth be told, he was a little nervous. Nervous, but extremely happy to have been booked, so he made sure it was a great show (and nothing like the ones he runs at the Vault, he doesn't want anyone frowning at him). When it's over he does the rounds, elated, grovels at the stage manager and lets a few people buy him a drink - the moment he's able, he snags someone's hand and flees, but not out: right back into the thicker chaos.

Sunny likes dancing, right?

[yeouiju]

There is a high chance that Sunny might have shown up whether or not Jae was doing a set here, but it's certainly a motivator. He mingles and finds people he knows and laughs and explores the place and has a couple of drinks, but one thing he hasn't really done is find an excuse to dance. Watching other people dance is an easier default. So then Jae finds his hand.

"Hey--"

Oh boy.

It earns a laugh, first and foremost, clear and almost drowned out by the noise of festivities and music both. "But you were doing so well!" Sunny says, in Korean. "Everyone thinks you're super cool!"

He's dressed not super formally, but he's made an effort under Jae's advisement, all bright colours and touches of jewellery.

[boomvox]

"I'm off the clock!" They're close enough that he only has to shout a little to be heard, which helps. "I thought I'd go make everybody properly jealous!"

Because you are really cute, Sunny. And honestly if anyone thinks Jae is a proper celebrity they're being far too flattering - his notoriety was brief, rising and falling thanks to the monster siege. It's something he's fine with having faded, considering. He can work back up the right way.

For now though, dancing is happening.

[yeouiju]

Dancing is happening. Sunny laughs at this comment, happy to be flattered as well as taking it without a lick of seriousness, before-- well-- dancing. He basically moves like someone who doesn't go clubbing that much, on the 'thoughtless confidence' end of the spectrum than paralysed uncertainty.

"How did your show go?" he asks over the music, in that slightly-yelling tone people adopt in these scenarios. "It looked good from where I was!"

[boomvox]

"I didn't tank." He grins. That's about all he can ask for, right? He thinks it was pretty cool, even if he'll always be a little insecure about performing amongst real musicians when he's somebody who just puts together little beeps and spins.

Jae dances a bit - well okay, he doesn't really dance, because his entire experience with dancing is sort of hanging out and moving around a little and everyone else dancing around him. He's never had a problem pulling at clubs, so uh.

Well they look cute together.