Aurum and Geist take a little while to push their way through the throng. Both Moroi approach from opposing angles and that fact could have been fate or it might not have been. The fact of the matter was, both were successful in their own time. Aurum passes by someone stoned, staring at the hypnotic light and frozen in fear. He's jostled by others dancing to the beat of 180bpm but apparently hasn't been standing there for too long – he hasn't garnered near enough annoyed attention.
Tears continually stream down his wide-eyes.
As she continued, Aurum spies the jittery clique of Ravers and one Rivet-Head. Out of anyone here, they seemed the most in the know. The Rivet-Head is out of place, surrounded by girls and boys with hot neon-rainbow hair, bikini tops, and furry knee-high boots. All of them have beaded rainbow bracelets for days and one of the boys has a pacifier he's sucking on; glow-sticks obfuscated who they were.
The Rivet-Head, however, wore black on black with spikes and a respirator.
Through the din of the crowd nearly swallowed the rivet-head's voice, Aurum heard the tail end of his question about getting 'fixed.'
The pair of magi's unseen senses tingled up their spine, like the feeling of someone walking over their graves.
The boy Raver with the pacifier pops it out of his mouth saying, “YEAH MAN! There's a dude over there,” pointing in a general hidden direction behind some old machinery, “Dude's Holding COURT. He's got that new stuff, makes you see things. Says its different depending on color, like a better E.”
Unseen Senses are off for those Magi that haven't cloaked their spells. But, it's hard to tell who has the active magic given how crowded everything is, scrutiny is, as always, required to know and it might be easy to make the guess.