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This was going to be the sweetest party ever. As if it could be anything else, considering who was putting it on.

The Sensoriums were pretty much exactly like that one “bonny lad” –a phrase Dave was seriously thinking about incorporating into his ironic repertoire- had described. A big room that responded to thoughts…it was like he’d been handed a big blank canvas and told to make his life’s masterpiece. Like he was on the mount, about to make his sermon that would bring in his flock and lead them to the path of awesomeness.

Had to do this right.

First, it needed music. The sort that pounded straight into the brain and overrode the senses. This was some zombie shit, a memetic virus that overtook the nervous system and forced the infected into party mode, forced into a perpetual dance party activated by only the sickest beats.

Dave took a moment to wonder if this thing was taking him literally, and then decided that it didn’t really matter.

Now it needed lights, but not just any lights. All the lights. There were going to be strobes and laser light shows, displays and…hell, why not throw in a giant LCD display on one entire wall? Why the hell not?

A giant LCD screen playing Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff-themed stuff. Hell yes.

Again, Dave spared a half-second to think about things. He wondered if this would be the first rave that ever needed seizure paramedics right out of the gate. And then decided in the other half to leave that up to the ship. It probably could summon medics or whatever it did without his help. Really, Dave thought, he ought to just quit worrying about all this stuff. It was like time travel, in that way. Just roll with it.

Still, he might as well make sure that there were provisions. Water and energy drinks, candy and granola bars. Something to keep dancers going until they finally collapsed. Glowsticks for those into that kind of stuff.

All that was left was to change into something more suitable for a rave. The Puppet Tux, he figured, should be a nice ironic counterpart to the causal nature of a rave. Undeniably cool, not too dressy, but just dressy enough to hold a superior air of cool over those who'd come in. This shit was like fine wine, and Dave was the snooty villa owner to guide party-goers through it.

Time to get this party started. Dave snapped his fingers, he music started up. Perfect.

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Static took a long look around the sensorium as he entered, hovering on his disk. Why walk when you could float?

"It's like being back in Dakota." he said with a grin. Closing his eyes, he let his outfit change into something more appropriate than a plant suit and his jacket. For once, he was again in his full outfit. Considering he was a walking light show, it really was a pretty appropriate bit of attire. Spotting the only other person in the room, he headed over immediately.

"Dude, you set this up? Nice job."

She was glad that she gotten through the "Bowser" exercise in one piece: her leg had been pretty beat up thanks to the fight, and she was glad to have some time to herself. She walked over to the Sensoriums, not sure what she was going to conjure up: maybe a relaxing bath or some tranquil beaches, something like that.

So imagine her surprise when she steps into the room and finds a piece of New York even HERE. The bright lights, the bass beats, it screamed her home in its own sort of alien language. Sure, she preferred rock over rave when you got down to it, but who could say no to the beat, to the lights dancing around your head? She could hang and god knows she needed some fun.

And she just happened to spot two particular individuals here, one of them being Static Shock, so she actually stared here, though considering what he was putting out, it would be no surprise.

"Who DID this shit?"

First and second guests were here, and far be it for Dave to be a bad host. The party was open to everyone, of course, but these two seemed right off the bat to be pretty cool. Good sign.

"Sup?" He said with a nod, "Dave Strider, slave to the siren song of all things off the hook and supreme thought master of the killer rave."

How could you ignore a straight line like that? Static grinned as he let his disc twirl.

"Virgil Hawkins, better known as Static, the Shocker Supreme, Emperor of Electrons, Lord of the Lightning, Czar of the Current, Originator of the Outsiders,and damn snappy dresser." He let some sparks fly as he said it. Nothing that could harm, well, any of the equipment, since it was just a show, but enough to be shiny.

"You've got some Jazzy jams, some happening hops, as it were. Couldn't help but come in."

"Jeez, long winded much?" Hit Girl directed that at Static, but she was grinning: there was something awesome about certain heroes from your comics coming to life. But she turned her attention to Dave too, their host.

"Reminds me of home, and I like that. What made you think of this anyway? It's pretty awesome."

Dave gave an approving nod towards Static's little electric light show. "Shit," he said, as impressed sounding as he would allow himself to be, "cool trick, bro. Wish I'd have known. Would have got you to do the lights had I known."

He glanced toward Hit Girl. "Got the tip about this place from a dude on the message board thing. Told me the way to get this party started was to dream it up and here I am, following the fucking rainbow all the way to the neon lights of Emerald City."

"Nothing wrong with alliteration," Static mumbled under his breath. "Thanks. Electricity is what I do, but any kind of show I'd put on would be vastly different from what you've got going on here. This is much better. Also requires less effort on my part." Static grinned.

He hopped down off his disc, folding it up and sticking it back into his coat. "Little yellow brick road work never hurt anyone, am I right?"

Hey, they could talk all they want: Hit Girl hadn't let herself loose with something like this in a long time. She waited until she fund something that had a break beat to it and she was already on the floor, shaking what she had. Oh, she may have been a closer nerd in some aspects, but she was STILL a New Yorker, and the night life was something you breathed. Besides, she had cable, she wasn't THAT much of a shut in.

Try and see if you could catch up boys.

"Hey, bro, that's cool. I'm just your humble prophet of parties, here to bear the cross of being totally awesome on my own."

He nodded a little, approvingly. "The man came out from behind the curtain, pay all your attention to him."

He turned his attention to Hit girl, who was getting her dance on pretty impressively. "Shit, your friend's got some style. Who is she, anyway?"

With Dave throwing a party, there really wasn't any reason for Jade to not be there! He was one of her closest friends, and... well, a rave sounded really interesting! Thanks to growing up somewhere in the pacific, she had never actually had a chance to go to something like this. It was a new experience, and since she was in the sensoriums, she grinned and changed her clothes to fit something like what she would normally wear on her island. It seemed more fitting than just wearing the plantsuit!

"Woooooow... this is a rave?"

Oh yeah, that's right. She wouldn't know what a rave was, being from the middle of bugfuck nowhere. Dave was going to enjoy showing her the wonders of the rave, like a movie sensei pointing Jade down the quest to her inner awesomeness.

"Got it in one. Welcome to the Cool Kid Party. Finally getting this started now that the two most awesome kids on this ship are here."

She didn't know a rave would be so... well, like this! There was so much just going on around her between all the lights and sounds. It sure looked like it would be a lot of fun, and man, it was sooooo cool.

"So what do you do at a rave?"

She had to ask, obviously, since she hadn't been to one until now.

"Pretty much you dance until you drop, or you get hypnotized by the lights and sounds and stare at the floor." Dave sure sounded like he thought that was the coolest thing ever, though his description wouldn't have made it sound that way to anyone. Another thought occurred to him.

"Man, have you ever actually danced before? Like was that even a thing in the middle of nowhere?"

Well, even if it wouldn't have sounded like the coolest thing ever to other people, Jade still thought it sounded pretty cool!

"Yes, I have! It just wasn't with other people." She replied, giggling a little bit. It was true! She'd never really had someone to dance with before, but that never stopped her from doing it.

Rave music- that was something he hadn't heard from anywhere beside his own speakers in a long, long time. He wondered, could it be that red-text kid from the comms?

He peeked into the sensoriums, and seeing that the rave hadn't begun in full swing, he made his way in.

The red text kid had time for everyone who came in to party, but actually going up to them was less cool then waiting for them to approach him. If catching this guy's eyes was possible through his shades, Dave was going to do it.

Alex noticed Dave looking at him, or at least in his direction, and made his way over. "Good music ch-choice. S-sounds a bit like Trance C-control, b-but not."

Another thing he had been lacking since he arrived here- someone to talk to about music with.

"Yeah, figure that you can't go wrong with the classics, and anyway, I gotta warm up the crowd with something before I blow their minds completely with my own beats."

Dave couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at Alex's stutter. What was this guy's deal?

Alex smiled. He was very not-cool, stutter included, but at least he could appreciate some sick beats. "Y-you make techno? I c-can't wait to hear, then."

Seriously, what was this guy's deal? "Bro, seriously no need to be so weird about this, unless you need my beats to knock that stutter out of your mouth. Man, shit, if you need the miracle cure of Strider Style then I'm up on my soap box hawking my snake oil here."

Alex laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. If some sick beats could knock the stutter out of his mouth he'd love to hear them. "I'm not b-being weird. I c-can't help the s-stutter. Wish I c-could." He had just resigned himself now to dealing with it as a part of life.

Ronnae walked into the sensorium where she saw from a distance, four others enter. Must be a popular one.

As she walked in she smiled brightly at the dark room illuminated beautifully by the many strobes, lasers, and plethora of other light sources. It reminded her of some of the parties the more experienced noble or magister teen sin'dorei would throw during the semesters at school.

She walked towards the crowd, albeit still a bit hesitant, allowing her thoughts to work their magic on her attire, after all a breastplate and greaves wasn't fitting for a party.

In no time she was wearing a reddish mid-drift hoodie with the hood down, a yellow t-shirt with a red horde symbol both in front of the shirt and a yellow version on the back of her short hoodie. A dark red knee lenght skirt and some sneakers finished her attire. She smiled absentmindedly, she missed her friends, but at least this brought good memories.

When she was comfortable and pleased with everything, she continued her walk down, her long twin ponytails swung back and forth almost as if already working to the music as her hips swayed side to side as she walked almost to the beat as well.

Man, whoever this chick was, she had the right idea. Hard not to appreciate a girl who could get with the program, weird and green though she was. Obviously, wherever one might be from, parties that totally kick ass are universal.

Dave gave her a nod in approval, though he didn't change his poker-face.

Ronnae smiled at him, a court nod in his direction as well. She aproached cautiously still admiring the scene.

"You set this all up? Really did a good job." She smiled warmly, "Nice taste." With that she closed her eyes lightly, taking in the beats, letting it move her body the way it should be at a kicking party.

"Yep. Welcome to the grand opening for a true Strider original. You're seeing a one-of-a-kind art, one time only."

OK, Dave's curiosity was getting to him. It wasn't like he'd never met aliens before, but this girl seemed like some sort of fantasy-troll rather then an extraterrestrial thing.

"Guess the allure of a totally kick-ass party is cross-universal. The sample size for that experiment is getting bigger and bigger every day."

Ronnae smiled warmly. "Of course! Who doesn't like a kick-ass party?! The younger crowd back home used to have em, but it was more underground. And you only saw this level of decorations from the elven nobles with magical abilities. Or crazy good engineers." She laughed lightly moving one of her long ponytails behind her.

"Hell I remember a gobbie friend of mine made a portable disco ball that played music as well! He was a total bad ass!" She did a small cheer, bouncing a bit.

Walking into the sensoriums felt like walking into an alternate world, not one of metal and fire but of light and color. Ophelia wasn't sure what to make of it. But there was an energy to it that she felt in the reverberating beats. It wasn't metal, but it was music. Regardless of how strange and alien this place was, she could tell from the drinks and the food and the general atmosphere that this was a party.

Now who was this chick? Considerably spookier then one might see at a rave as she may be, Dave was cool with her hanging out. Never let it be said that Dave discriminated against anyone who had the potential to be awesome.

Something about this kid radiated cool. A very different kind of cool. Like the music, it was more... subdued, but no less confident.

"You must be in charge here, am I right?"

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