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#GetInLosers #WereGoingClubbing #Open

WHO: The imPort youth | Open!
WHERE: Heropa. The club, the nightlife & early morning breakfast to nurse some possible hangovers.
WHEN: Wednesday night, for people who want to be wiped the next day.
WHAT: Clubbing, dancing, drama, being young, dropping the mic, pancakes at 4 a.m., bringing back the night.
WARNINGS: Club is 18+, bar is 21+ (don't let that stop you, defy the establishment!!) Probably some underage drinking and some swearing AND LOADS OF FUN. This space reserves to be edited depending on content.

7:00—9:00 PM | get in losers

[ the park: the pre-arranged meeting place. true to florida's reputation, it's a proper hot summer evening, though past sundown it's cooled to a somewhat more tolerable temperature. still, maybe leave your jacket at home.

by now it's dark enough to be fully nighttime, but the park is well lit enough that it's not much of a problem. there's still a few people milling about, either with a destination in mind or just talking a walk, but on the whole there is plenty of space for a bunch of disorganized young adults to gather and attempt to get their plans in order. ]

10-ISH PM—??? | turning that dubstep up to 11

[ the entrance was a discrete basement door painted dark red. there’s a doorman wearing a pair of “deal with it” sunglasses at the bottom of the stairs, and he tips them down to take a look at the imPort group and waves them in without trouble. having a group of imPorts in their club was was draw enough to gain new patronage. (so much for the ID check.)

some were familiar with the atmosphere, and some weren’t. it was like the vintage lounge somehow crash-landed into the world of electro house. whatever this was it managed to find itself almost packed to the brim, even in the middle of the week. between the loud hammer of the dubstep and mill of bodies on the mirrored tile of the dance floor, it was like walking through a fog that dulled all of the least important senses. it was part of the overstimulation.

the dance floor is packed, and there’s a mingle of bodies in an ostentatious array of glitter, colorful fedoras and flower crowns. they’re all dancing to the music, hands raised high as though they’re reaching for the single, faux crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

it was two stories, and the ceiling above the dance floor high. the DJ’s was at the far end of the room in a raised booth above the partygoers, mixing both records and an eclectic mix of dance music that shook the foundation. the floors and walls were solid concrete, held by steel beams that no one bothered to make any more presentable. nestled in the walls around the dance floor were booths with red leather covered seats, complete with silver studs. the leather was cracked, worn and generally uncomfortable. they were large enough to fit a healthy number of people, depending on how willing they were to get close to each other. at the center of each unstained, raw wood table was a candle that flickered in time with the music.

around each wall there’s a staircase lined with a vintage handrails. they’re so old that the gold is tarnished and some of the spokes are conspicuously missing. up on the balcony it’s quieter, the music a little more dulled by design. there’s sparse seating, but it seems to be where most people go to have both their hot make-outs and heart wrenching break-ups.

the bar is bustling with people, three bartenders serving a range of classic cocktails, including martinis (with gin and olives), Manhattans, High Balls, and straight-up hard liquor. (unfortunate for those who are underage, you’re in need of a wristband—but your of-age companions may be willing to spot you.)

party on, imPort youths. ]

PRESS PLAY
ˣ Fatboy Slim, Riva Starr & Beardyman - Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat (Calvin Harris Remix)
ˣ Daft Punk ft. Pharrel - Get Lucky (LuckyLux Remix)
ˣ Bassnectar - Open Up Ft. Simon Morel
ˣ Knife Party - EDM Death Machine
ˣ Avicii - Addicted To You (David Guetta Remix)
ˣ DISKORD - Freak
ˣ Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness (Cedric Gervais Remix)

4:00 AM | the prescription for any hangover is pancakes

[ dawn has broken: the fun is over. some partygoers have likely slunk back to their homes to pass out, but for those who are too buzzed to give it up yet or just need to unwind, or those who need a somewhere to come down from a near-miss with the popo, some remaining stragglers have elected to partake of the all-important post-club tradition: extremely early morning breakfast.

and so everyone crowds woozily into lenny's, which is pretty much the only place that's even open this hour. the booths are lumpy, the waitresses are impatient, and the food is your typical bland all-american diner variety, but it's cheap and it's there and there's coffee for the still inebriated.

it is a breakfast of broken hearts and regrets. ]

yo, OOC notes | This post brought to you by Megan & Loki. Please feel free to PM us if you have any questions! a few notes of merit:

(1) This is set-up like a collab event log! Please make a header with your character and fill it up with where ever you want to be, or however you want to dance. If there's no header for what you want to do, please feel free to make one. Partycrashing is legit. Everyone go crazy.

(2) Here's Megan's original post! for the curious.

(3) While at the park, it will be decided that the group will split up according to preference of evening entertainment. One group will be going clubbing, as was the original idea, and the rest are free to organize and do as they see fit. If they're at the club already, no need to do anything along meeting lines.

(4) Remember Skye made Instagram, take embarrassing photos, guys. (✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I've been talking with your friend David? And a few other people from your world. Seems like... most of the differences between our two worlds can be accounted for with David's theory-- that mine's somehow moving... slower than yours. Development-wise. We don't have, uh-- what was the word-- mutants? I mean, we have some people with naturally-born special abilities, but the general public doesn't really know about them yet? And they're not like, super strong or anything. And we've only been invaded by aliens once, two years ago. Stuff like that.

My question is... [she leans in closer] is there anyone in your universe called Skye? I mean, who looks like me?

Edited 2014-07-03 13:26 (UTC)

[ he leans in, resting his chin on his palm. so, where to go with this? as a multiversal traveler, the world that Skye comes from could be a lot of things, and he's not exactly willing to cook anything up 'less it's somewhat beneficial--which, right now, it's not. ]

Let's see ...

You know that there's an uncountable amount of Midgardian heroes in the world we come from, don't you?--That is on top of everyone else who seems to find themselves mingling about in the mortal realm.

[ he couldn't expect to remember his run-ins with all of them. and more importantly, he hadn't had run-ins with most of them as he was now. needless to say that as one of the most notorious supervillains of all time, that he had mingled with the majority in his most evil of days. he also had a healthy amount of gossip on his side.

regardless, he seems to be mulling over it. ]

If there is another you in our universe, you could be simply another person on the street. Or sparkle vampire.

[Skye sits back then in her chair and crosses her arms, trying to disguise her disappointment.]

... So basically, you don't know either, then.

[ you're bad at disguising your disappointment, Skye. ]

If you want to put it that way. Well—I would know you if you were a sparkle vampire, if it's any consolation.

I think I'd know if I were a sparkle vampire too. The whole craving for blood thing really gives it away.

[And then, super casually, like it's only just occurred to her and is more of a joke than anything:] What if I was like... an alien? Would you be able to tell that?

[ suddenly everything is becoming a lot clearer with the follow-up. he answers without the quip that he could have. ]

Now that depends. Intergalactic species and travelers have their own sleeves with tricks. It depends on who to say how many. [ he waves his hand back and forth. ] The Kree, the Skrulls, the Builders, the Watchers, and the like. There's a lot, as in a lot a lot.

That's to say if David's theory even holds any water. We've been to many universes, all of them different, some of them bad ends. Who you are somewhere may not hold to who you are somewhere else.

Okay, but like... most aliens, they... actually look alien, right? I mean. The Chitauri did, anyway. So it's not like... someone could be an alien without knowing it. Right? I mean. There haven't... been any cases of that, have there?

I did say some where tricksy, didn't I? Some are tricksy. The shape-shifting kind of tricksy. In others the differences are less apparent. Well, sort of well. It's left up for debate.

[ he purses his lips a little bit. ]

Noh-Varr is a little strange.

[... Oh my god. Noh-Varr totally does look like a human, doesn't he. Oh my god. Skye's brows furrow and her eyes widen in a kind of disturbed look, but it only passes over her face for a second. Blink and you'll miss it. Then she refocuses on Loki.]

... Strange ... how?

[ he catches it, but he doesn't say anything. it just starts to make more sense. ]

He has a spaceship that fuels itself with hopes and dreams. Sounds so wonderfully Doctor Who, doesn't it?

[ he points off into whatever mill of bodies that Noh-Varr has found himself in the center of on the dance floor. he says, knowingly: ]

Now that it's pointed out, you'll see it.

[ Noh-Varr: the sexy cockroach. ]

What-- you don't mean literally, right? ... Right?

[She looks down at wherever Noh-Varr is.]

... I don't get it. What am I supposed to be looking at?

Him, of course.

[ he quirks his head back to look at her. ]

Though I guess it doesn't get that strange until you actually start talking with him. Keep the awkwardness to a minimum, won't you? That whole "I know what you are because Loki told me" thing. It happens a lot.

I know he's an alien, Loki. He told me so in like, our very first conversation.

A bullet I didn't exactly need to dodge.

[Skye sighs. Loki doesn't actually seem to know anything, and this conversation is going nowhere, fast. So much for that idea.]

Yeah yeah, can't you teleport anyway? ... Whatever, thanks for... humoring me.

[The actual worst at hiding disappointment.]

[ does he actually look maybe, just a little tiny bit apologetic? that might be a thing that he's doing.

speaking of that disappointment. ]

You look disappointed.

What? No-- no I'm not. It's nothing, it's fine. Um. It was really just a... dumb... curiosity anyway.

If there's something you'd like to find out about yourself I'm not adverse helping.

[ he says, cooly. ]

Identity is a very serious matter.

[ says the one who's always just Loki. ]

[Another small sigh escapes her lips and she puts a hand to her forehead for a minute like the whole thing is just a bit too much for her, before recovering and sweeping the hand through her hair like it was nothing.]

... Do you know what a "code 0-8-4" is?

Sounds like something SHIELD would use.

[ which reminds him of a recent run in where he stole something that they stole from him. well, not him, specifically, but the Aesir. which was close enough for him to legitimize. ]

It is. An 084 is... an object of unknown origin. Basically. Something that SHIELD has no idea how to classify. Like when Thor's hammer first fell to Earth, before we knew about the existence of Asgard.

[ he looks at her, and then he looks at the drink, and then he raises an eyebrow. ]

Are you sure you don't want that?

[ things that definitely didn't range on the realm of surprising to him. ]

You mean until we proved that we were still there, so to speak.

[ he's gonna drink his drink now. ]

[Skye looks at her drink, considering. After a beat she leans forward and takes it, downing a healthy swig. Caution be damned. She needs it.]

Basically, yeah.

And, well... that's pretty much what I am, too. An "084". Doesn't really give you a... clear direction to go in, does it? Except "probably not human." Because that really narrows it down.

[ he sets down his empty glass and offers a sparkly single-shoudered shrug. ]

You assume extraterrestrial, but there's more. There's the Aesir, the Inhumans, the Atlanteans, the Olympians, the magical flying unicorns ... that is a rather large gap to bridge.

What will you do when you find out?

Exactly. You see my problem. Hell, I haven't even heard of like-- most of those things!

I don't know what I'll do, I'll probably just... continue doing what I'm doing. I just-- I need to know.

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