#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

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[godly]

[He makes a small noise that sounds like a noncommittal "mm", obviously considering something. And then, he flat-out asks:]

Your name is Loki, right?

[This is a way of prefacing getting to the mortal bit.]

[selfimage]

It's what my display name says.

[ he looks just a little bit amused at that. he's seen you around the network, Light. ]

[godly]

[probably arguing with Edgeworth no doubt]

Indeed it is. [an acknowledgement that Light has seen him around the network as well.] I'm asking because you're tossing around the word "mortal" a lot. Implying that you're something different than the average imPort -- unless I'm mistaken?

[selfimage]

[ arguing with Edgeworth earns some brownie points. ]

There's nothing different than the "average" imPort. [ he says with some amusement. ] There aren't only gods and mortals here. I trust you know the myths enough, you needn't dance around the details.

I'm Loki.

[godly]

[a liiiiiittle dubiously:] The Loki?

[selfimage]

[ everyone always is, but he takes it just like he takes everything else: with a sort of mild amusement. ]

The Loki.

No one is foolish enough to take the name.

[godly]

[Light allows himself to eye this man claiming to be Loki, and a full few seconds pass before he deems it necessary to speak, lest he begin to look rude.]

Er-- Your reputation precedes you, after all.

[When Light would have once scoffed at the very idea of speaking to a Norse deity, his experience in Heropa has made those particular viewpoints of his a bit more... malleable. He didn't believe in god or gods, heaven or hell, the occult or the supernatural; he was hardly given any reason to.

But here... here he is forced to reconsider. And though his skepticism is hard to completely banish, having lived nineteen years with it, to tell this man that the notion of Loki is just a notion would not only be rude, but also ignorant of everything he's seen thus far.

So if one expects a deep and thoughtful comment from Light, one may be disappointed. Should he be wary? Various modes of reading material tells him he should be wary. But, honestly, he can't even be sure any more.

So Light opens his mouth as if he's going to say something, then closes it again. Then:]

You're not exactly what I imagined you'd look like.

[selfimage]

[ this was always the best part. ]

And what were you imagining of me?

[ that was the natural flow of conversation, wasn't it? if he wasn't what Light would expected, then what did he expect?

of course it was always a little odd to see a god. it was something more of a celebrity, and there were still those in his own world that were dubious of the identity of those within the Norse pantheon. it never really mattered. Loki was Loki and he wouldn't be anyone but himself.

Besides—of everyone they could be, who would really take on the name Loki? ]

[godly]

[It's a fair enough question. Light pauses again.]

Older, for one. [A bit more overtly devious, a little more bitter? Scars around one's lips from having them sewn together?

Again. A bit rude. And so he doesn't say much more than that.]

Less covered in glitter, to be certain.

[selfimage]

[ he doesn't have a face that exactly screams "trustworthy," but he's charming enough to make up for any shortcomings in that area. after a convoluted plot after his rebirth, there were certain aspects of what he was that were reset. the bitterness ran deep, but it was easier to deal with. ]

We're all here to have a little fun. Stories told are stories told, you could say.

[godly]

Fun? I suppose so.

[Light is obviously doing a fail job of that so far, and he's aware of it. He almost feels the need to apologize.]

If there's another outing like this, I'll do my best to be a bit more lively. Even I know being serious all the time is tiring.

[selfimage]

[ he reaches over and smudges his thumb across Light's cheek, leaving a streak of glitter. ]

And dress appropriately. You might find yourself conforming to the masses. In the good, fun kind of way.

[godly]

What's wrong with how I--

[He sees that glitter-covered thumb. It may as well be a slow-motion sequence, the way Light attempts to lean back to avoid it; but alas, in the end he's just too slow.

The glitter leaves a small streak across his cheek. He brings up a hand to rub it away, which of course, only makes it streakier. Something reminiscent of a low "aurgh" escapes him.]

Was that really necessary?