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abraxaslogs2021-10-29 08:55 pm
princessvegas) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-10-29 08:55 pm
HAPPY HALLOWEEN ABRAXAS
Who: Julie Lawry and YOU, everyone
Where: The Horizon, Julie's domain
When: Halloween
What: P A R T Y
Warnings: alcohol, drugs, general party stuff. please put cws in subject lines if they come up!
01 | WAIT
It isn't hard to find Julie's domain. As she had told anyone who visited her prior to this evening, all you ever need to do is follow the music. For a hundred yards in any direction, muffled bass radiates through air. Neon illuminates the entrance in pink, lights a path along the pink carpet and pink velvet rope barricade. The huge double doors are what stick out. Covering the frosted glass, lit from behind, are dozens of bloody splatters and handprints, some of which appear to have been dragged off to the side. Written in giant letters of blood, the door reads TURN BACK NOW.
True to the invite that everyone accidentally received in their vision (most people also got a paper copy left in their domain -- like hell was she going to put in the effort and then throw it away), the doors of Julie's club remain firmly closed until exactly 10pm. At 10, the neon abruptly extinguishes itself and the music goes silent, leaving the area in pitch black quiet. The doors swing open on their own and fog floods out as screams echo from within. The bass starts back up, reverberating at frequency designed to shake the human body from within.
The screams raise to a fever pitch as the lights suddenly come back on, timed to sync with cannons that fire black and red confetti over everyone waiting. It's time.
02 | DANCE
Inside, the entire club has been decorated to appear as if it had sprouted in a desolate forest under a harvest moon, represented by a massive orange orb suspended from the ceiling. Barren trees sprout from the slick black floor, moss and spiders cloaking their protruding roots. In the upper levels of the branches, bodies swing in nonexistent winds, hanging on rotted ropes, bloodied sacks covering their heads. The bar is draped in more moss and spiderwebs, and a bartender dressed as a very convincing zombie is already pouring drinks into the many glasses waiting to be drunk. The bartender's name is Steven, if you need anything, and every drink he makes is the best drink you've ever had. There are tubs of water where you can bob for miniature bottles of Fireball, which must be immediately taken as a shot upon winning one, and some tables bear trays of shot glasses, each one with little floating eyeballs or brains in the drink (they're gummies, and safe to consume). There is a buffet of candy and various creepy snacks against one wall, though it also bears literal dishes of drugs for the taking; bowls of pills and plates of cocaine, and of course, a whole cauldron filled with large blunts and packages of edibles in every variety imaginable, all free for the taking.
The booths and seating are all black now, and look like they've been left to decay for years. More orange orbs light each table. The music is loud, but only comfortably so -- never so loud that it makes conversation difficult. The dance floor is lit from underneath, and strobes in time with the beat. There are already people dancing, although fewer than usual, and though they're all in costume, they ignore everyone unless directly interacted with. These are manifested people, designed to make sure that Julie is never alone, and she doesn't have the heart to unmake them, so instead, they're used as moving decor. The DJ booth looms large above the dance floor, set into the VIP balcony. Blood persistently drips from the edge of the balcony, though it never seems to accumulate anywhere in particular. A separate, smaller stage is set off to one side, with a professional karaoke setup; it's not lit up for use, but can be with the flip of a switch.
03 | SCREAM
If you move through the club, as if to get to the back wall, you'll find that the light gradually grows more sterile and the music fades as the furnishings become sparser and sparser. Eventually, you'll find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned, empty warehouse. The floor is filthy, and there's an ominous industrial fan set in the far back wall, wooshing as it slowly turns. The overhead lighting flickers off and on.
There's a separate structure, two stories and boxy, that's been roped off to prevent entry -- private quarters that Julie put in later, a lofted apartment in case she wants to be somewhere a bit more quiet, with the modern conveniences that she doesn't have outside the Horizon.
But there's a larger structure, shrouded in darkness, and this building-within-a-building has a wide open door. Screaming and violent noises ring from within, and a crooked sign, lit up in black light with glowing white print, points the way in, asking everyone who sees it FEELING BRAVE?.
Inside the haunted house, there is only black light and various glowing colors, all mimicking the negative of a scene from a horror movie. Following the path and noise seems safe at first; though there are creepy things and the feeling of phantom cobwebs accosting you at every turn, there is nobody around. That is, until you turn the first corner. As you do, people in all black with only neon and fluorescent paint to define them begin to swarm at you, cackling and brandishing glowing weapons. They're surprisingly energetic for manifested people, and Julie has worked very hard to get them to do what she wants. They're aggressive but in a defined way; they chase but don't touch, lunge but allow people to escape. They seem to come from nowhere, every time you feel just a little bit less nervous. (If struck, they respond only by immediately leaving the area.) The sound effects crescendo as you come out of the other side, where a table of picture frames hold photos of your funniest scared faces during the experience. They're free for the taking, although of course they can't be taken back to Abraxas, and a celebratory drink accompanies each snapshot. A pink carpet leads the way back to the club.
The night is yours.
[ ooc notes: The pictures are mostly to give a vibe. Since the Horizon is amazing, feel free to presume things look much much much better IC. If you would like a better idea of what her domain actually looks like, please click here! ]
Where: The Horizon, Julie's domain
When: Halloween
What: P A R T Y
Warnings: alcohol, drugs, general party stuff. please put cws in subject lines if they come up!
01 | WAIT
It isn't hard to find Julie's domain. As she had told anyone who visited her prior to this evening, all you ever need to do is follow the music. For a hundred yards in any direction, muffled bass radiates through air. Neon illuminates the entrance in pink, lights a path along the pink carpet and pink velvet rope barricade. The huge double doors are what stick out. Covering the frosted glass, lit from behind, are dozens of bloody splatters and handprints, some of which appear to have been dragged off to the side. Written in giant letters of blood, the door reads TURN BACK NOW.
True to the invite that everyone accidentally received in their vision (most people also got a paper copy left in their domain -- like hell was she going to put in the effort and then throw it away), the doors of Julie's club remain firmly closed until exactly 10pm. At 10, the neon abruptly extinguishes itself and the music goes silent, leaving the area in pitch black quiet. The doors swing open on their own and fog floods out as screams echo from within. The bass starts back up, reverberating at frequency designed to shake the human body from within.
The screams raise to a fever pitch as the lights suddenly come back on, timed to sync with cannons that fire black and red confetti over everyone waiting. It's time.
02 | DANCE
Inside, the entire club has been decorated to appear as if it had sprouted in a desolate forest under a harvest moon, represented by a massive orange orb suspended from the ceiling. Barren trees sprout from the slick black floor, moss and spiders cloaking their protruding roots. In the upper levels of the branches, bodies swing in nonexistent winds, hanging on rotted ropes, bloodied sacks covering their heads. The bar is draped in more moss and spiderwebs, and a bartender dressed as a very convincing zombie is already pouring drinks into the many glasses waiting to be drunk. The bartender's name is Steven, if you need anything, and every drink he makes is the best drink you've ever had. There are tubs of water where you can bob for miniature bottles of Fireball, which must be immediately taken as a shot upon winning one, and some tables bear trays of shot glasses, each one with little floating eyeballs or brains in the drink (they're gummies, and safe to consume). There is a buffet of candy and various creepy snacks against one wall, though it also bears literal dishes of drugs for the taking; bowls of pills and plates of cocaine, and of course, a whole cauldron filled with large blunts and packages of edibles in every variety imaginable, all free for the taking.
The booths and seating are all black now, and look like they've been left to decay for years. More orange orbs light each table. The music is loud, but only comfortably so -- never so loud that it makes conversation difficult. The dance floor is lit from underneath, and strobes in time with the beat. There are already people dancing, although fewer than usual, and though they're all in costume, they ignore everyone unless directly interacted with. These are manifested people, designed to make sure that Julie is never alone, and she doesn't have the heart to unmake them, so instead, they're used as moving decor. The DJ booth looms large above the dance floor, set into the VIP balcony. Blood persistently drips from the edge of the balcony, though it never seems to accumulate anywhere in particular. A separate, smaller stage is set off to one side, with a professional karaoke setup; it's not lit up for use, but can be with the flip of a switch.
03 | SCREAM
If you move through the club, as if to get to the back wall, you'll find that the light gradually grows more sterile and the music fades as the furnishings become sparser and sparser. Eventually, you'll find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned, empty warehouse. The floor is filthy, and there's an ominous industrial fan set in the far back wall, wooshing as it slowly turns. The overhead lighting flickers off and on.
There's a separate structure, two stories and boxy, that's been roped off to prevent entry -- private quarters that Julie put in later, a lofted apartment in case she wants to be somewhere a bit more quiet, with the modern conveniences that she doesn't have outside the Horizon.
But there's a larger structure, shrouded in darkness, and this building-within-a-building has a wide open door. Screaming and violent noises ring from within, and a crooked sign, lit up in black light with glowing white print, points the way in, asking everyone who sees it FEELING BRAVE?.
Inside the haunted house, there is only black light and various glowing colors, all mimicking the negative of a scene from a horror movie. Following the path and noise seems safe at first; though there are creepy things and the feeling of phantom cobwebs accosting you at every turn, there is nobody around. That is, until you turn the first corner. As you do, people in all black with only neon and fluorescent paint to define them begin to swarm at you, cackling and brandishing glowing weapons. They're surprisingly energetic for manifested people, and Julie has worked very hard to get them to do what she wants. They're aggressive but in a defined way; they chase but don't touch, lunge but allow people to escape. They seem to come from nowhere, every time you feel just a little bit less nervous. (If struck, they respond only by immediately leaving the area.) The sound effects crescendo as you come out of the other side, where a table of picture frames hold photos of your funniest scared faces during the experience. They're free for the taking, although of course they can't be taken back to Abraxas, and a celebratory drink accompanies each snapshot. A pink carpet leads the way back to the club.
The night is yours.
[ ooc notes: The pictures are mostly to give a vibe. Since the Horizon is amazing, feel free to presume things look much much much better IC. If you would like a better idea of what her domain actually looks like, please click here! ]
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Is this how all people dance where you're from? Or only when they're really drunk?
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[ Stopping in the center of the dance floor, Julie grabs Ciri's other hand too, and pulls her along as she bops and sways to the music. There's no choreography or prescribed steps, it's all just pure rhythm and enjoyment. Julie's hair bounces on her shoulders as she frees one hand to bounce in a circle, her smile wide enough to split her face. ]
Don't worry 'bout how it looks! Just feel the music!
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But Ciri... tries. As bidden, she tries to let herself feel the music, even if it makes her a bit uncomfortable. It's so loud, and between the noise and the lights and how crowded this place is, she can't help but feel exposed in a way that instinctively puts her on edge, knowing her senses are dulled. It's a silly thought, though, isn't it? This is a safe place. Nothing can really hurt any of them here, and Julie has been nothing but kind and welcoming. There's no need for paranoia.
Ciri turns her focus on Julie, and concentrates on keeping it there, squeezing both her hands. ]
What is this kind of music called?
[ She shouts, though it turns out it's not as necessary as it feels like it should be.
Following Julie's lead, Ciri... sways a bit, moving stiffly at first, matching what Julie is doing even though she feels kind of ridiculous. ]
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Julie thinks about her answer for a minute, because truth be told, there's a lot of different genres of music in the set she designed, but she decides to make it simple. ]
We just call it dance music! Or EDM, electronic dance music. You can make any song dance music though, it's called DJing. What do you dance to in your world?
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Honestly, just having company is helping. She had no idea what to do by herself while she's waiting for her
datefriend to show up, and Jaskier's run off somewhere, probably to go sing into that weird rounded stick some more. It's been just her and Steven. And several drinks with tiny swords in them.Unfortunately, Julie's explanation doesn't... explain very much. Ciri frowns, considering this, and not entirely sure what 'electronic' means or what deejaying could possibly be. It's fine. She's used to that with some of the folks from other spheres by now. So she just nods, absorbing from this conversation only that it's music specifically for dancing to, and that the dances in Julie's home are very different from the dances she's familiar with. ]
Oh... you know. Music. But not like this.
[ How is she supposed to describe music? ]
Various stringed instruments are popular. Flutes and pipes. Drums, of course. Seems you have those too.
[ The beat is most of the music here. ]
You should ask Jaskier to perform for you sometime. I'm sure he has plenty of songs suitable for a jig.
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On a different day, when she's not throwing the party of a lifetime, she will sit down and give Ciri examples of other music, of the extremely wide range of genres that exist beyond "guy with a lute".
With a laugh, Julie shakes her head. ] I heard that one song he sang, 'bout Geralt. Is that what you meant when you said poetry? Because it was... sure somethin'.
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Yes! That's the one! Well, he's got more about Geralt. And lots of other stuff. Some're ballads, and others are more drinking or dancing songs. And poetry, of course, like I said. He won't shut up if you ask him to start showing off.
Don't songs have words where you're from, Julie?
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[ Not that she minds, really. Even time spent listening weird old-timey lute music in here is better than being out in a world where she doesn't belong, but has no choice but to occupy. Julie loves Abraxas for giving her life back, for giving her the Horizon, but god she does not fit in out there, and it's so much harder than it was when she didn't fit in back home.
The song changes, becomes slightly more downtempo, and Julie links their fingers, rocks back and forth as she tugs Ciri closer. It's still sororal, but so warm, comfortable. Julie remembers dancing in clubs with her friends, sharing beds, painting each other's nails and brushing each other's hair. She misses them in moments like this. ]
Of course they do! We got all kinds of music. Come over when there's not a party, I'll show you. Bet you'd like more of a singer-songwriter vibe. Ooh, I got ideas for you to hear.
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Really? Oh, I'd like that! And you promised to teach me more-- [ what was the word she'd used? ] Makeup! I want to know what all your different paints and brushes are for. You have so many!
[ The laughter is definitely coming more easily now. The movements, the music. The way she meets Julie's smile. ]
Hey... I was wondering.
Your hair. How is it that color? Do people in your sphere have hair the color of flowers?
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[ She's already formulating one in her head, specifically for what she believes Ciri will like. Lots of women, lots of story-telling. Guitars and piano instead of heavy bass. Julie would put money on Stevie Nicks (which, to be fair, is an easy bet no matter what).
Laughing, she shakes her head. If only. ] No, it doesn't grow this way. We can dye our hair any color we want. My real hair is red, so I bleach it to take that color out, then put the pink in. It's a lot easier here, though. Nadine learned how to change hair colors with magic, in case we needed to hide. Hair like us, it sticks out.
[ It was actually the first thing that Julie and Nadine collaboratively decided. It's hard to hide women with pink and bone white hair, respectively. ]
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I'll look forward to it. [ Ciri smiles warmly, squeezing Julie's hands in thanks. ]
Oh. Magic, of course -- should have realized.
But it suits you. The pink. Looks natural. And very fetching.
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Still laughing, she raises her arms to spin Ciri, despite their difference in height. ]
Thank you, sug! It's always been my favorite. Y'know, when we do your makeup, we can play with your hair, too. I bet your eyes would almost glow if you had dark hair.