enodia_ic | PRIDE TIME

PRIDE NIGHT!

Welcome to Enodia Pride Night 2023! Crysta has transformed the Space Between into the hottest club in Vermont to fully and correctly ring out the best month of the year, the LBGTQIA+ community, and the collective queerness and vibrance of the station. This is a space for expression! Shameless celebration! Make music, make noise, make mistakes, it's all love! The music (A VERY SPECIAL playlist) is loud, the lights are low until roving rainbow spotlights catch you, and a constant stream of rainbow glitter flows through the pride flags curtaining the walls. Thanks to Enoch, though, it's not actually contributing to pollution; just an illusion. Please don't worry about microplastics.

The vibe's a little messy, chaotic but warm. The bass beats loud and frantic, but its heartbeat undercurrent screams that as soon as you're through the door, you're home, whoever you are. Though obviously influenced by her party roots, Crysta did try to be aware of where she lives now (nerd city) and included overflow areas for people to celebrate a little more quietly if they so choose. And privately. Wink. Dress code is honestly whatever you feel comfortable in, but with the encouraged prerogative to look and feel drop dead hot. Ground rules are simple; just welcome each other how you'd like to be welcomed, look out for each other, and party hard. EVERYONE is invited! There've been (OOC) net announcements for several weeks now, and colorful fliers hanging everywhere. You CANNOT miss this.

DRINKS!

Along with normal bar selections there's some specialty cocktails including but not limited to:
THE JUICE with blue curacao, vodka lemonade and cranberry juice
BI-GLORY MOLE: Confusing as it is delightful. A frozen sprite, butterfly pea and rosella tea slushie with or without a shot of liquor of your choice
RAINBOW JELLO SHOTS which are plentiful and self explanatory
THE GINDERQUEER for the refined; sparkling lemon water,empress gin, little bit of lavender syrup

FOOD:
Oh. Shoot!
Crysta forgot about this until literally today and sold the commissary out of chips and snacks and basically hostage-situationed the chefs at Food Here to make enough sliders and miniature grilled cheeses and other party food at the eleventh hour. Maybe best to eat before you come.

VOLUNTEERS?

Zeke Zelizer and Volunteer B lock themselves in the closet for the kissing game...right as everyone else walks away to do something else. Beulah walked away to get another Juice so she doesn't automatically hear their panic after half an hour. Better get comfy! They'll be in there for at least 45 minutes.

Maximillian Hart does get comfy. Like. A little too comfy, and falls asleep in the corner of the bouncy house. Volunteers D and Volunteer E are trying to just get some bouncing in, but instead join in for a little nap break.

Zira Bailey knows how to WORK that stage and that pole and has so many bills thrown at them they make kind of a killing. Career change time?

Annie Song gets super annoyed at how slow the bar is and jumps behind it and gets roped in for an hour shift for their trouble.

Taby McLeod drinks one too many and is convinced there's glitter in their eye. They panic until Finn MacCool takes pity and dumps a water bottle into their eye to placebo-effect it out.

Volunteer J has a big time wardrobe malfunction but Volunteer K saves the day and drapes them in a VERY haute progress flag toga from the wall.It's a GOOD look.

Volunteer L's feet keep sticking to the floor. Like a lot. They cannot get out. Is this too much spilled jello? Is this that guy in Operations who can't control his weird sticky flytrap limb powers? Doesn't matter! Help!

LOCATIONS

VIBE CHECK

It's very important today! Post your outfits! The people you came with! Your vibes! Also a good time to note that the moment you walk in there's a photobooth opportunity to take a selfie in case you want to preserve your lewk in the moment before it gets spilled on or messy. That's IMPORTANT.

BAR AREA

Get a drink! Stay awhile. The bar staff received these specialty drink recipes less than 24 hours ago, but they're doing a great job. Everything is free!

DANCE FLOOR

Dance until you die! The carefully curated playlist booms through the night so there's not a lot of space for singing performances, but there's absolutely a slightly elevated stage area with a pole to dance on in case anyone feels Inspired. Otherwise, grab a partner, or just feel those beats and dance solo.

QUIET CORNER

This is where some of the official/unofficial party games will take place, it's a cozy corner laden with bean bag chairs and pillows for a little breaktime area, cordoned off by a door made of tinsel. It's quieter, thanks to someone's muffling powers, and more well-lit. A great place to have actual conversations and get to know people better. Speaking of. Conveniently located right next to the corner is a maintenance closet big enough to fit two people at once. Hmmm...

Volunteer M loops in Beulah Stump, an Operations employee with the weird liminal power of locking doors for a certain amount of time. Time for a cheeky game of Unknown Number of Minutes in ~~Hell~~ Heaven!! A group of people begin to spin a beer bottle to tempt destiny and choose a partner for a good time in the closet. One problem. The closet is only supposed to lock for 7 minutes, but Beulah's honestly a lil tipsy and her power isn't very well-controlled right now. You could be stuck in there with your bottle partner for up to 30 minutes. (This is JJ's idea thank you JJ)

HOW IT WORKS: Post your character's name and the next ordered number in the fashion of 1) Crysta Waldinger in the subject line of a comment. In the body of your comment, please indicate how many times people you would like to be able to land on your character's number. (If someone has enough partners, just skip them and roll again!) When enough people have posted that you'd like to tempt fate, roll 1-(number of people there are) and then comment on the corresponding person's name. Also roll 1-30,which will determine how many minutes you'll be spending with that person and stick that in the comment too. This is still a place for enthusiastic consent! You don't have to kiss in the closet! Maybe it's a time for a nice chat.

BOUNCY HOUSE

Right outside the Space Between, there's a quieter area where people can go outside to have a little drink in even more silence underneath the beautiful manufactured sky. However, there's also a rainbow shaped bouncy house!
If you would like your performance graded, please fill out this form! The judges are two identical twin nurses from medical with synchronised movement powers so they know about Style. But in reality this is all RNG bb. There's an unknown terrible prize for the unofficial winner. Please do not bonk your head in order to win.

OOC CHATTER!

Questions, comments, concerns?

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"Uh—" Sal is aware that they're literally at a Pride event and no one's going to give a shit about two guys holding hands in public, but there's still a flicker of panic in his eyes as he takes in this new situation. "Wait— I'm not—"

Okay, breathe. Sal has an a spotty track record at reading people's interest, but as far as he can tell, Noah's not giving off the vibes of a dude who wants to smash. "Your shields stop you from getting drunk? How does that work?"

Sal's expression is, honestly, a bit unexpected, though Noah supposes if he'd thought even a little bit about it it wouldn't have been. But, whatever, it makes him laugh. He's already starting to pull Sal closer to the bar so he can order another drink, lacing their fingers as they go.

"Calm down, it's just holding hands. It'd be annoying to hold your wrist." He glances back over his shoulder. "My shields can chop shit in half - I stop me from getting drunk. But, with you, I can safely get to the point of being unable to concentrate, and then I won't be able to make them whether or not we're holding hands. You want something to drink?"

Technically, he's on duty. But he doesn't see Riddle around here, and anyway, his body sobers fast. "Fuck it. I never get to drink fancy shit."

Now that the terms have been set, he forces himself to relax and let Noah pull him along by the hand. He could tell Noah that the power negation works just as well if Sal keeps a hand on his shoulder, but he already feels a little foolish for caring. He mulls over Noah's words instead.

"You just seem like you have it on lock. But I guess I know fuck all about losing control, my powers just work."

Deciding that The Juice is the fanciest looking of the offerings, Noah orders two before looking back at Sal. He seems to have already come to terms with the hand-holding, which makes Noah confident that he'll be able to convince the other young man to do this again in the future.

"I do have it on lock, but, I mean, it's really hard to convince myself that potentially hurting or killing someone or myself is worth the risk for a few drinks." He gives a calm, one shouldered shrug despite the topic being slightly heavy and despite the fact that he somewhat unconsciously flexes his prosthetic hand. After a moment he smiles, the expression appearing totally genuine, "Now that we're friends, though, I can safely be a huge disaster tonight. What a blessing."

Sal doesn't consider himself an unfriendly person, but it's still been an adjustment, getting used to how eagerly everyone here offers help and concern. He doesn't really get it. Doesn't trust it. But Noah wanting to be friends so he can take advantage of Sal's powers—this he gets. Yeah, man, that's chill. Sal's always been better with offering help than accepting it.

"Just until you get drunk as shit, right?" He looks down at their linked hands, then at Noah's prosthetic one. "When's the last time you even got drunk?"

"Just until I'm drunk as shit. And, mmm, well, never. I got my powers when I was a kid, so never had the opportunity." Which means twenty-five year old Noah is probably about to learn what a hangover feels like, but he is absolutely pumped about the opportunity. "But I do know for a fact that they stop working if I can't focus."

He goes to grab the first drink as it comes up and hands it to Sal before retrieving his, seemingly set on not letting go of his companion's hand at all until he has to.

"I'll owe you one."

"Dude." Never getting drunk, ever? Now Sal really feels like he's doing a favor, but not like the kind of favor you do because you expect favors back. The kind of favor you do for the good of humanity. No one should reach their age without ever getting the chance to let loose.

Sal takes the drink, but doesn't try it yet. "Dude, first of all, you're already getting my drinks. Second, I'm not gonna ask for anything. It's a fuckin' travesty you haven't gotten loaded before. Shit, I can't get drunk for real anymore, so it's kinda like you're doing it for me too."

"Yeah dude, they don't let 11 year olds get wasted," Noah half-laughs, not finding the idea as preposterous as Sal seems to. But, it's fine - it won't be true much longer anyway. With a grin he goes to tap his glass against Sal's.

"Your powers fuck that up, too? Well, here's to me drinking for two tonight."

PRIDE TIME

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal

BAR AREA: Noah & Sal