10024/Lights, Music, Mutants

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Lights, Music, Mutants
Date of Scene: 13 November 2019
Location: Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis: A night of clubbing and hanging out after the show in Mutant town!
Cast of Characters: Rave, Volt




Rave has posed:
Lights, music and celebration. Certainly it was perhaps something not as many mutants got to indulge in many days. Tonight however? Pounding beats and high-energy atomosphere was intended to help people forget their worries and just enjoy the celebration of being 'different' for once! Upon the stage? There stood Rave! Between the music, the hyping up, the dancing and the displays of glowing light that she could get away with here more than anywhere else. Clearly, the glowing girl was having a great time and it seemed to be matched (if not outright fed) by the crowd on the dancefloor.

     With her glowing locks tied back, her short skirt and that 'fishnet' top over her black bikini, she looked quite the epitome of a 'clubber' tonight and that didn't bother her in the slightest.

Volt has posed:
Everyone is welcome, so sayeth the blocky lettering at the entrance. It's true. Sort of. Not so much for people who look like they might just be looking for somewhere to discreetly crash for the night. And unfortunately, Volt's status as a homeless drifter has caught up to him here. He made it before ten, like he said he would. But the door guards aren't taking too kindly to his rumpled attire and presentation. If he weren't the subject of the scrutiny, he'd call it fair. After all, he is what he is. But right now, it royally sucks.

It takes some careful manipulation of attention and wordplay to get the doormen to put their focus elsewhere. But the moment they do, he surrepticiously slips inside. It'll only be a little while before they realize what's happened and they come looking for him, he knows. So he has to make the most of it.

The music sounds like Rave's, from what he's gathered. The lights, definitely the same. And when he approaches the stage and dancefloor, he can easily spot her, even with his shades on.

She looks lively. Vibrant. In her element. Beautiful. Volt is paused there, smiling up at her. The troubles at the door were worth getting to see her do her thing. Should she spare a glance his way, he'll raise a hand to offer a discreet fingerwave, not really wanting to distract her from her work.

Rave has posed:
She'd see him, at least after a while. She might be through the middle of the song in which she was actually providing live vocals for, but she'd spotted him amidst the ecclectic crowd. There's a wink, a little fingerwave that nearly anyone around him might have mistaken for being directed at them, but the music goes on!

     It would be a while, nearly a full half-hour before finally the music is switched over to the recorded tracks and the 'bluenette' steps down from the stage to take a breath. Superspeed doesn't really help one deal with recovering their voice instantly!

Volt has posed:
Alas, the door guards aren't in such a coquettish mood. So while Volt is happy to watch her, even be a little entranced by the whole thing, they've come to eject the troublesome scamp. It's only after a little commotion that he snaps out of it and glances back, spotting one of the two winding his way through the crowd, searching. Volt bites his bottom lip, frustrated, and turns to scurry into cover.

When Rave steps down to catch her breath, he suddenly emerges at her side, shoulderbumping into her. "Hey. So, since I'm probably about to get kicked out, I thought I'd say you did great. Very pretty." Beat. "The singing. Music. The show, I mean." He clears his throat stiffly.

Rave has posed:
"Hey there!," she greets, grinning a little as she turns her head. Here Rave is found, arriving at the bar and signalling for a drink. She'd only just getting handed the equally bright and colorful beverage as Drake bumps against her. Giving a little giggle at his comment, she nods her head and then gestures to the space around her, a glowing series of 'bands' flowing around her wrist for a moment as if to add to the 'rave' effect.

     "Thanks. I love this stuff, getting people happy and moving, y'know?"

Volt has posed:
"Definite-," Volt is cut off as a much taller, bald mutant grabs him firmly by the arm. "-Ah, Hell, they got me." He gives an apologetic smile. "I'll have to catch you on the flip."

"Sorry, Miss," says the guard. "This one snuck past." And he begins dragging Volt away from the bar, the teen all the while giving her an apologetic smile.

Rave has posed:
     A shift, a blink, Volt was being draggedd off. "Whoa, hey! Easy there big guy," she begins, hastily lowering her drink and begining to move forwards with a hand raised. "Easy, he's fine," she begins, gesturing to the captive and somewhat happless homeless mutant. "Let him go."

Volt has posed:
The bald bouncer dude pauses and looks conflicted. "You vouch for'em? Alright." With a stern look to the noticeably younger Volt, he gives him a light shove as he's released. "Behave, Stevie Wonder." And with that, he turns to leave.

Volt makes a grand show of straightening his puffy hoodie, as if it were an Armani jacket. "Ruffian," he scoffs. Then, to Rave, he gives a weak smile. "Sorry. I really wasn't trying to cause a scene at your show, honest. They just don't like my, uh... 'urban attire', I guess. Gives the wrong vibe," he jokes.

Rave has posed:
Well, sometimes acceptance isn't perfectly evenly distributed. Giving a little laugh at the scoffing and then sipping her drink, leaning back against the bar. "So you liked the show huh?" she questions after a while. "I mean, it's a little trickier to brood and be miserable around here, right?"

Volt has posed:
"Hey, I can look dramatically introverted /anywhere/," Volt claims - obviously joking, from the exaggerated uptilt of his chin and haughty posturing. But after a beat, he relents. His hands lift to pluck the shades from his face, revealing those vibrant emerald green eyes. The hood is drawn back, and he removes the cap to give his hair a little tussle, finally letting his features be freed. The cap is set aside on a stool - low enough to not draw attention, but close enough to be quickly grabbed in a pinch.

"That's a bit better."

Rave has posed:
Another grin comes, Rave looking towards the man as he reveals features even she hadn't seen yet. Clearly, he'd been a lot more shy than her, something her outfit could clearly attest to. "It is indeed," she comments, gesturing to herself. "After all, it's good to be around people and places where you can hang out and just be you, right? I know hiding isn't something I really have the option is, but yeah...don't think I could manage it."

Volt has posed:
Volt had his reasons for the obfuscation. Shyness wasn't it. Not for this Californian. A checkered past with the police would do it, however. Easier for people to walk the path of dinseenuffin if they couldn't actually identify the person who did-do-somefin. Someday he may get to be more relaxed again. Maybe.

As she gestures at herself, however, his gaze dips down to take in her features from much closer. Fishnet isn't exactly doing a lot to hide her. Neither is a bikini top. His gaze lingers without really realizing it, curtesy of wearing sunglasses for far too long. "I like that you're just you, out in the open." Beat. "Costume's still a neat idea. But I like this look, too."

Rave has posed:
A little twist of her form, she's let to twirl on the spot for a moment and give a grin. Was it because he was starring, or merely because he'd made mention of her attire? It didn't really matter. Another sip of her drink, the glowing girl pushes away from the bar. "I've got a song or two to close out, then I'm thinking I'm going to walk out and go get some icecream or something sweet. If you're feeling like joining me, I'm happy to pay for it."

Volt has posed:
Volt certainly takes her in as she twirls. She's good-looking. She's playing it up. He knows how this works. He's happy to roll with it. But finally, his eyes raise to hers again. "Oh yeah? I-," ooh, internal cringe. Her, pay for it. Another highlight of his horrible living condition. "-I'm happy to just, y'know, hang out. Keep you from getting bored or anything." He puts on a renewed smile for her sake. And in a way, he's happy to be out. He's too young to drink!

Rave has posed:
     She wasn't, if only just by a little. Still, moving away from the bar with a grin and a raise of her thumb in approval, she suddenly 'appears' up on stage with a rush of light once more. Microphone in hand, the girl is right back into the actions. "ALRIGHT! BREAK'S OVER! TIME TO GET ON YOUR FEET AND MAKE SOME NOISE!" Noise, at the very least, was something Rave was clearly intent on making herself. Once more the music would play, songs would be sung and dancing would continue until finally the clubbing would come to an end and she'd step from the stage to the back exit of the place, moving out into the street.

Volt has posed:
Volt would awkwardly support her performance from the same place she'd left him. All smiles, eyes clearly on her thanks to the lack of sunglasses, and contently leaned back against the bar counter. No, he didn't try to order anything. For whatever means he's having to use to eke out his existence, he isn't going to try to break the law for its own sake. The idea is to do /better/, after all. He came out here to be himself. Or at least to figure out who that is.

The show ends, and he's giving her a round of applause for her work. And as she moves to the exit, he quickly re-caps his head, pulls up the hood, and replaces the sunglasses. Back to incognito mode.

Out into the crisp, cool air they go, and Volt tilts over to nudge against her again. "Ever think about doing record deals or whatever?"

Rave has posed:
"I've thought about it," she admits as they walk, nudging him with her 'warmer'-covered elbow and shrugging. "I mean it's kinda the classic 'sellout' thing, but it would make paying for stuff a little easier. Dorms and stuff aren't free..." There's a pause, Rave feeling a little akward for having brought in the topic of funds and quick to switch tack. "But yeah, maybe some day. I guess I've more being doing stuff on social media and trying to draw a crowd in that way. Maybe some agent will throw me a card some day."

Volt has posed:
"Well," says Volt, teetering in to nudge against her again, "with that look, that sound, and that energy, I'm sure it'll happen." If they don't think she's a mutant and ice her out, anyway. "At any rate, don't gimme that hipster crap," he teases. "Being paid for doing something you love is the American way. And the smartest thing you can do to get ahead in the world. S'what I think."

Rave has posed:
They may well. Who could really tell the difference between a mutant and a Meta without using some sort of genetics analysis? Still, it didn't seem to be slowing her down. "You're right," Rave grins, nudging him back before raising her arms above her head. "And so far, I haven't found a way to make the whole superhero thing pay. At least, not a legitimate one." She sighs, lowering her hands to her sides as they continue to walk from the edge of 'Mutant town'. "Figures."

Volt has posed:
Volt takes the opportunity when her arms raise to lightly fistbump against her vulnerable ribs!

"I believe they call that 'mercenary work'," he notes wryly. "And I'm guessing that's about as appealing to you as it is to me."