The ground tremors underfoot as the doors open to the most high energy rave and dance club on the east side of Sacramento. The thrumming beat of the walls of loudspeakers can be heard throughout The Rage. The music is aggressive, edgy, and wild, embodying the emotion for which the club is named. It echoes up through the high ceilings, reverberating down on the open dance floor. Ceiling and stage lights oscillate and spin, casting a laser show about the room that put children at risk of seizures. Large video screens display scenes of abstract imagery, swirling with color, flooding the hall with aberration. These grounds have seen their fair share of violent mosh pits, drug abuse, and generally good times.
For those arriving they may notice the Supernal Script embedded in the walls and columns indicating Pentacle sanction. Other runes serve as a warning against spellcraft within. However, some may be aware of the advertised DJ contest that permits spell use for aesthetic and sonorous purposes this evening. Among those rumors is the identity of Jammer, the owner and operator of the club. Little is known of him save for these rumors.
Yet that same man stands in the DJ booth set back behind the stage, working his magic, so to speak, mixing beats on the expansive turntable facing the open floor and entryway, light playing off his light brown skin and intricate tattoos. His dreads bounce as he gets into the groove of the music. He plans to greet his guests soon, but for now he is greeting them in his own fashion with thunderous dubstep.
In-the-know Sleepwalkers serve as the staff and security for The Rage, two large bouncers and a friendly greeter meet guests as they enter and check them for ID and for weapons. It’s the same procedure they give all clients upon arrival and Jammer is keen on avoiding throwing fuel on the fire of an already aggressive venue. Any 18-20 year-old Awakened are allowed in but are subjected to a wristband and a supernal mark. At the back of the hall is a fully-stocked cash bar for those who need to load up on booze before they hit the dance floor.
Some may recognize Tyria Primoria standing against a railing and sipping a latte she had somehow gotten hold of. Avalon could be seen too sitting, attentive and observing the colorful display.