#GetInLosers #WereGoingClubbing #Open

[selfimage]

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

Comments

[hackitude]

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

[selfimage]

A bullet I didn't exactly need to dodge.

[hackitude]

[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.]

[selfimage]

[ 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.

[hackitude]

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

[selfimage]

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. ]

[hackitude]

[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?

[selfimage]

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. ]

[hackitude]

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.

[selfimage]

[ 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. ]

[hackitude]

[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.

[selfimage]

[ 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?

[hackitude]

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.

[selfimage]

[ he sits back, crossing his leg at the knee. he spreads his arms over the back of the chair, lounging. ]

Even if it changes everything?

[hackitude]

[Skye looks down at the drink in her hand, considering her reply carefully before she answers.]

... I don't know how it could. I'm still-- I'm still human. Maybe not physiology-wise, but... inside, you know? Mentally. I'm still me. I don't know how to be anything else.

[selfimage]

[ Loki turns his head to her, cocking it against his shoulder. ]

Comparatively. [ he holds his hand out, as if he's demonstrating something. ] It's always comparisons. Mortals have a thing for them. The reality experienced by different manners of people varies. The reality you're experiencing may be different than a human, would that make you human?

If you're looking for a comparison, perhaps.

[ there's a shrug. ]

There is the part where you're you, though. I do like that.

[hackitude]

... Well, it's true. [She shrugs.] I've been "me" for twenty four years. One new piece of information? Isn't going to change that.

[selfimage]

[ he's a little dubious on that. there are times finding out part of your origin changes everything, not because you, yourself have changed—but because there were things about yourself that were now shrouded in lies. ]

Maybe not, but if it does ...

Change is good. The new is good. It's just gaining the ground the is difficult. [ there's an amused pause. ] Coming from the god of chaos, of course.

[hackitude]

[Taking another sip of her drink and grinning]

Oh, of course.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you almost sound like you've been there, done that.

[selfimage]

[ there's another pause, and he pointedly looks that way. ]

Whatever do you mean?

[hackitude]

[Skye shrugs casually.]

Nothing. Just... you seem pretty knowledgeable about this kind of thing, that's all. But I guess you've probably been around the block a few times, a man of your advanced years. Seen it all.

[selfimage]

[ there's a little pfft that comes out of his mouth and a whimsical, ironic smile. ]

Now that's rude. And offensive! I'm offended.

[ says the godling sprinkled with glitter. finding out where you belong and knowing who you were were two completely different grounds to cover. the latter changed for him, but never went away. it's easier for him to keep moving then it is to allow himself to settle. ]

You're only as old as you feel.

[hackitude]

Oh no. Can't have that. [Skye leans in conspiratorially, grinning.] Are you going to smite me?

[Skye raises her glass to Loki at the second comment.] I'll drink to that. [And she does.]

[selfimage]

Oh, come on. Like this? I hardly have a hammer large enough.

[ easy to make cracks at Thor when Thor isn't here. but he raises what's left of his glass, tipping it up dramatically. ]

But in honor of the one that does, let's drink to everything we can drink to.

[hackitude]

I like your style. Cheers!

[BOTTOMS UP, Skye finishes her drink.]