It's a Party (Open)

[Jhet]

She's supposed to meet a friend from work here. Okay, she's supposed to meet an intern here at the Rage. She is not holding out hope that said intern actually shows up, so she plans to order one drink so she can show her the receipt when questioned about her presence and then leave.

She is pleasantly surprised at the supernal script on the walls. The writing on the walls is comforting and disturbing. So it's a club at least owned by one of them, but she hopes that it isn't one of the other them. She dresses age appropriate for going to a nice bar, but she isn't wearing the short skirts and skin revealing clothing that those a decade her younger wear to these places: or those who are of her decade that are trying to not be. The truth is, she doesn't even change from work to coming here.

The only difference is she activates her sight on the way over just so she has something to watch while she has her obligatory drink before leaving. This is before she sees the script and feels magic in the air. It's just a little more comforting. Even if she does look a little out of place, she goes to the bar and orders herself an overpriced martini before finding a place to sit at the bar and watch the writhing bodies that pass for dancing. Even if she isn't going to go out there and grind on some college kid, she can at least be polite and watch them grind on age appropriate others.

[Star]

ntz ntz ntz

Right there. Something magical lived in the audio space between 120 and 130 beats per minute. Time and a half for the human heart. It made angels dance. Or pogo. Whatever. Like a bat, yo. Close your eyes. That beat? You can feel it like seeing it, all around. Music? He liked all sorts. But this is what made him spread his wings. Apparently he'd gotten there before anyone else from the park. Or they ditched. It's all good. Just dancin'. Just dancin'.

A streak of sweat down the back of his henley shirt stuck it to him like wet toilet paper clinging to the side of a toilet bowl -- but Dancing Badger don't care. What he did care about? Water. Totally water time. Because Moderation and Hydration.

Itchy scratchy crawled up his arms as he got closer to the bar. Supernatural was on, yo. Him? Not so much. His ride was blacked out tonight. Goggles and cape lit with black lights, yo. Stealth mode activated.

what

About the only thing he'd find more surprising at the bar was Principal Ari or Santa Claus. Not the Hanged Lady ( Jhet ). Talking to Clark Kent, no less. He bounced over to the bar next to her.

"SUP!"

He so did not realize he was yelling. Because club voice. Just off the floor, yo.

   Supernal Vision + Magic Shield, Cloaked

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-09 22:32:23		Star rolls 6 to Supernal Vision + Magic Shield +HS -2 (10 Again)		1, 10, 3, 2, 2, 2, 9		2 successes

[Jhet]

She stands out. Not looking like a tart makes her stand out. Hah! Take that Cut. She still doesn't feel like she stands out.

The standing out attracts attention of another person who looks out of place in this place.

"Hi."

She talks over the rhythmic sounds of drum and bass that is intended to make the body move. It did not make her body move, unless her hand moving to pick up her martini and drink half of it in one motion is the intended movement; it isn't.

"It's not taken," she says yells to the IT professional.

If she were capable of being perfectly honest with herself, it's been quite some time since she was last hit on. Is this how being hit on starts?

Or is this how being hit on ends? She smiles one of those forced smiles that a person smiles when they run into their mother in a sex shop. One of those smiles with fear sitting right underneath the foolishly grinning cheeks. Where the eyes dart left and right looking for the nearest exit while the brain barely processes the dirty video or toy in hand.

"Hey."

She simultaneously wishes she had and hadn't worn a shirt with better cleavage. At least she doesn't have to worry about her intern showing up, right?

  Sybil's Sight - Forgot to post it to the last post, so now it's posted.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-10 21:17:52		Nous rolls 4 to The Sybil's Sight (10 Again)		1, 3, 9, 1		1 success

[Aurora]

After getting back to her hotel after the park, Faye jumped in the shower real quick. A club might man new faces, and best not to be sweaty and grimy. A quick blow dry and straightening of her hair, along with some color added to the ends, some well-placed makeup and she was ready to dig though her bags for an outfit. Clothes seemed to grow wings as she pulled out and tossed shirt after shirt until she found one that should pass for a rave type place. It was a flowing tank top with sparkly stars on it, and she knew just the right pants to go with it, and pulls out her pair of leather pants.

Before leaving, she took the time to call upon Time to open her eyes. As she cast the spell, she felt the comforting sensation of Time, her spell was successful.

She took a taxi to the address Jack had provided and seemed to glide into the building. At the entrance she pauses in her steps, seeing and reading the Script on the walls. Her eyes seemed to light up, a place for Awakened!

Her eyes then begin scanning the place, the lights and sound flowing through her. She then felt the familiar tug at the threads, other Awakened were nearby.

The bar seemed like a good place to start, and as she makes her way over, she spots Jack. As she walks up to him, a huge smile appeared on her face, “Fancy meeting you here!” she said, loud enough to be heard over the music.

Her eyes then move to the woman and geek like guy there as well, “Hi there!” she felt like she was shouting, and she probably was.

Cast at Hotel

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-10 21:17:16		Faye rolls 5 to Temporial Eddies (Gno+Time) (10 Again)		10, 3, 7, 3, 2, 7		1 success

[Yog-Sothoth]

It had taken Aurum a bit to get away from the park and then to get back to her place and change to a different outfit. She wanted a fresh look more for clubbing than her park outfit. She settled on one her black and green outfits, a reliable color combination. The place was a little warm like most dance floors and she was glad she chose to wear a skirt cause the pants would have been a little too warm and the waterproof makeup was a godsend.

It felt great to cut loose and give herself over to the music. The moving and bouncing had a numbing quality on her nerves and her mind tranced out, her cyberlocks dancing in front of her vision. It didn't take long until she had worked up a sweat and a good thirst. Her corporeal needs demanding attention brought her down and she moved over to the bar. It was there that saw a few out of place folks dressed completely wrong for the club and locked in conversation. Then she noticed Madison and Jack and couldn't help but laugh at the goofy outfit, it was great. She moved on over next to the two she knew.

"Hey strangers. Looks like you both made it too."

She ordered a water and a redbull and sat down near Madison and Jack.

The Outfit

Supernal Vision 5 potency

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-10 23:57:35		Aurum rolls 10 to supernal vison wits 3 + Occult 3+ Prime 2 + HS 2 (10 Again)		5, 9, 5, 9, 10, 5, 2, 10, 2, 1, 10, 2, 2		5 successes

[Zodiac]

Of course she'd changed. Shorts and a tanktop probably weren't the attire for this kind of place... not that she was sure what was. Leather and glitter? Latex and dreadlocks? Fishnet and glowsticks? She didn't really function that way. Or own anything like that, for that matter. The dress that Asp had chosen had made her consider that maybe getting something appropriate for the occasion would be a good idea... but she'd settled, anyway.

The dress she wore was long and summery, she imagined it was probably too bright and dainty for the club, but the fabric was semi-sheer around her thighs and all the way to the floor. It was something, anyway. It had taken a brief few moments to fix her hair into some nice waves, and the barest hint of makeup settled on her face mostly to brighten her eyes a little, with her usual raspberry lipbalm to finish it off. Her gun, of course, was tucked away on her form, though it would take the work of a dedicated individual to locate it.

As the car found a place to park, Zoey lightly brushed her hair over a shoulder and glanced to Asp, before slipping out of the car. Of course she'd commented on Asp's attire. "It's a great look on you," she believed were the words that had come out of her mouth at some point earlier.

"I'm gonna go sit and have a drink," she informed Asp as she made her way through the door to the Rage, "I'll stay a bit, at least, but even if I head out, you can gimme a call to pick you and Star up later for a ride home," she added with a little smile.

The way the music was already thumping in her skull, though...? She'd need a fair bit of alcohol to last the evening.

  At Home Cast: 24hr combined Misperception 1pot/Third Eye 2pot

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-11 01:31:46		Zodiac rolls 4 to Misperception+Third Eye (HS)(-2 Duration, -2 Combined) (10 Again)		10, 8, 8, 2, 1		3 successes

[Star]

Closer? He could see rivers and splashes of Light flowing through Kent. He didn't look that close. Because rudeness. Yikes! Was Nous, like, on a date? A date-date? He'd give Nous the dirty on Striker later. At least he had backup, right? He didn't figure her for a Rage date sort. Maybe Clark had picked. Not surprised, even with the outfit. Plenty like that into the digital sound. Probably like computers singing to them, right?

"Cool!"

His head bobbed, and his eyes flicked over towards Kent. He saw what was up. It's all good. No worries. Although, seriously, he should warn the guy. Because business. He didn't. Just gave him a friendly wave. You two? Get your swerve on. Good luck, yo.

"Whoa!"

He jumped. Just a little. Because Madison. All... hot... and stuff.

"Ummmm. Yeah! Wow." He turned away from Nous, leaning against the bar. He felt the impassive weight against his back like a barrier as he pressed against it.

"I mean, wow. You, uh. You look. Different. When you're not all sweaty. Ummm. Not that you, you know, looked bad. Before."

It actually took a few seconds. To see. It's harder when you're Totally Not Staring. At least there wasn't some Pink Thing playing peek-a-boo under her shirt. Except. Dang. Was there anything under her shirt this time? Nope. Totally not staring to try to figure it out. His hands came together, one rubbing at the fingers of the other with nervous energy. A nail scraped along the edge of a finger, like it would rifle the corner of a deck of cards.

He grinned and nodded, wrestling his attention towards Aurum's arrival. Hotness. So black. So green. Tiny and Shiny. Like a little psychedelic butterfly. He used the bar at his back like a curb, rail sliding to make More Space for the steam-goth. Who had the Supernal street lights on, too. Figured? Pretty much. The way she'd Mama Bear'ed Striker.

Still. Sacramento? He was falling in love with the place. Women. Everywhere. And the longer you stayed? The hotter they got. So many different flavors, too. If he messed up Friday Night? Well. Options, yo. Let's keep it real, though? Options to gawk at, at least.

"Nice look!" Petite girls rocked the corset. "And? We're not strangers, we're just strange!"

Took a while. To Make Words. Like, legit words. He punctuated the answer to Aurum with two fingers at his eyes, then pointed them at both women with a grin. He Saw. He Knew. So he let them know he knew, since he Cast on the dee ell.

"Want to, uh, dance? Give Match Dot Com some space?" He did a side bob, indicating Clark and the Hanged Lady.

Because club. And Music. Dance Dance Revolution, yo.