Party like it's the 21st century! [open]

[Anadwen]

This is an out-of-universe roleplay, open for everyone.

It's simple - it is set in a modern, 21st century setting, but with our characters. They don't change, they keep their magic and all special stuff that's characteristic for them, and about the only thing about them that changes is clothes! Act as you know everything about the setting your character would be likely to know, and have grown up in it, not suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Magic allowed, phones allowed. Fights allowed.

It is set in a 3-floor city apartment, with everything needed for a party (including a roof pool), and the setting include a view at skyscrapers and stuff (woo!). Otherwise, nothing changes.

[Anadwen]

A door closed behind a dark figure, slipping beneath it. It banged loudly as it hit the frame around it, and a key clicked in the darkness.

Aldanith sat down next to the bathtub and opened his laptop. The screen lit up with bright light, and his fingers were dancing on the keyboard with silent clicking. Someone behind the door was turning the doorknob around repeatedly, then hit the door, or kicked into it. A high-pitched voice, muffled by the door and walls, reached his keen ears.

"Stop playing videogames in the bathroom! People need to use it!" someone shouted. The dark elf rolled his eyes over. There were three other bathrooms... There was no need for this one to be opened, too. "For god sake, open the door! I need to come in!" the girl shouted. He only replied with a laugh, and put the headphones, till then around his neck, onto his ears.

He was able to get into they system of the laptop that the DJ upstairs was using, and loaded his music library into it... Now it only needed a little push to start playing. He set it on a timer, to launch in three minutes from now, and left his laptop on the bathroom floor. After peering through a gap between the door, he found out that nobody was in the corridor, and left, locking the door behind himself, and slipping the key into the pocket of his ripped black jeans.

His laughter echoed through the corridor. It was going to be amazing when all this crappy music will suddenly change to glorious metal... And the people around! Only a minute from now...

[Klezmer Gryphon]

Haluk let out a soft laugh as he perused the serving table. While all the drinks and snacks looked delicious, he knew better; these parties always had spiked food and drink to get the party-goers high. But, he still perused the table... Not for snacks, but for a place to set up his first prank of the evening.

His grey fur prickled up at the sound of someone shouting down the hall. Probably someone complaining about the bathroom he thought. There were at least four bathrooms, if his count was right, so why complain if one was occupied? With a roll of his eyes, he took out some pocket change, several silver pieces and a gold piece, and a small tube of superglue. Within half a minute, he had the pile of pocket change glued down to the table, right in front of the snack tray.

Let the fun begin... he mused, strolling with a snicker towards the couch. It was only a matter of time...

[Anadwen]

Aldanith, pretending that he knows of nothing, walked into the great room behind the corridor. It was quite dark inside, everything illuminated only by the small colorful lights around, mostly hung on the walls.

He came straight to the serving table, and while the bartender was preparing his particularly complicated drink order, grabbed some of the snacks. What immediately caught his glance was a couple of coins on the table...

All of a sudden, the music changed. From the electronic sounds of dubstep and pop - which he disliked greatly - into the hard sounds of guitars, drums, and roaring vocals. Aldanith smirked, and cupped his hand above the coins, to slide them into his pocket, but at his surprise, they didn't move.  He frowned, and pushed them stronger.

Why the money didn't move?

[Wicked Basket]

Lucian came to the door of what he was told was the bathroom. He reached for the doorknob to open the door, but it was locked. Maybe it was occupied. Lucian knocked on the door.
"Hello?"
Perhaps no one was in there after all. The door must be stuck. Lucian started giving the door a series of small shoves to get it open; no luck. He began trying the doorknob again. As he messed with the knob, the music changed drastically. The sudden unexpected increase in volume startled Lucian and caused him to jump, accidentally breaking the knob right off the door. Lucian looked between the broken knob and the door. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he set the doorknob down onto the floor and walked away. There were other bathrooms.

[Brisinger987]

Baklari laid in bed, his ears coping with the noise in the apartment adjacent to his, the room pitch black.

The volume jump woke the giant from his slumber however, and he snarled as he plodded over to the source of the noise, shouting at the music.

"KEEP IT DOWN, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP GOD DAMMIT!" He  knocked on the wall several times in anger before walking away, irritated.

Vincent watched the huge lumbering beast return to his room, before approaching the door to the party, having heard from Aldanith that the music was to change to their mutual preferred tastes. And it did.

He entered the party, his rugged, very intimidating metal-head look being an obvious staple that the party was about to change tone.

He saw Aldanith over by the snacks table and approached, smiling.

"I see the music is good at least. What're you doing here though?"

[Anadwen]

The dark elf kept trying to rip the coins from the surface of the table, when the bartender handed him his drink. Water was pearling on the cold glass, filled with a dark liquid, red at the top, and pitch black at the bottom. He took a sip from it... Delicious.

Someone approached him, and he produced a wide grin upon realizing who that someone was. He sled off the table, and greeted Vincent with a cheer. "I'm starting the party!" he laughed. "To hell with their pop crap. Long live metal!"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and his grin appeared even wider, somehow unfitting for the dark, rugged and ripped clothes and chains, hanging from them. "You won't guess what I've got new. I mean, it may not be that difficult, but you definitely won't guess this!"

[Brisinger987]

"Things I wouldn't guess that you'd ever get? Let me see..." Vincent put on a serious face, before finding himself incapable of holding back the wide grin.

"A girlfriend?" Vincent began laughing, before asking for a drink from the bartender. He smiled, before deciding that he was done with that wisecrack.

"Uhhhh, I don't know. A new apartment? New car? Tickets to a concert that's sold out?"

[Anadwen]

Aldanith showed him a picture on the glowing screen of his phone with a victorious grin. He was leaning over a large black motorbike, holding a long sword with a slender blade. Sliding his finger across the screen, he showed him more photos of himself, posing with the sword in several rugged T-shirts from metal concerts, some with a motorbike, some without.

"My order arrived. This time it was bought... Legally." He faked coughing, and took a sip from his drink. The sword was purchased legally, but not for legal money, off course!

"Speaking of concerts, yeah, I've been on quite a few lately. Brought this." he said, and pointed at his T-shirt.

[Wicked Basket]

Lucian walked over to the snack table and saw a pile of coins. Leaving money out in the open like that wasn't a very good idea; it could get stolen. Lucian went to pick it up, but it didn't move. He tried again, harder this time; still nothing. He grabbed a butterknife, wedged it beneath the pile of coins, and gave a good hard push. The pile of coins were ripped free from the table and were sent flying through the air. Lucian saw the glue residue on the table where the coins had been. Why would someone glue money to a table?

[pryatama aphrodite]

She cuddled close, lack of clothes excruciatingly frustrating this time of year for her. She could see her breath, registering her attire inappropriate for the weather. She walked in, shivering violently. One couldn't help body reactions, and such...

[pryatama aphrodite]

Gone with the imagery. She was now within the room confines she'd been yearning for. Ultimate distraction? Her head absently bopped a bit to the beats in a deep rumble through the corridors. Branching to bathrooms, and spare bedrooms, she thought. Never know in places such as these.

It was surprising enough, to contain a bar. Something overly countering her need for the music's tactic, always drawing her into party-drenched mental imagery, which she more then likely always fulfilled.

She was off, claiming a stool, and let the vibration of each blurred beat come to sync with her tail in a hypnotic, metronome sway. Sifting dust from the floorboards.

Coins clattered far to her left, and she found the sound a bit startling. "Lordy, mister-" it was when she looked, that the words were cut dead in her throat. Big mistake. The golden cylendrical money struck her head, and she mercilessly tumbled to the floor with a squeak.