EgoTrip Presents: N E O N NYE 12.31.20

[Peaches]

An EgoTrip Production

EgoTrip returns for another stellar New Years Eve bash! N E O N NYE!

Come end the year in Rhy'Din's hottest night club with a neon experience never seen before! The entirety of the establishment will be splashed in UV art created by some of the most up and coming artists in the area. The Visitor will be programmed to ignite the scene with black lights galore, sending every party goer into a neon trance to help guide them into 2021!

Brighter is better when it is served up through the invigorating atmosphere of EgoTrip! Over a three dozen body painters will be available to create you into a dazzling light display yourself, or be caught in a wave of paint while winding through the glowing labyrinth of halls connecting the whole of the club to one another. Forget your earthly spirit and forge on as a brand new vivid star who is ready for the end of the year and the birth of a new one!

(*Examples of body paint below!)

Special guest DJ's will be making an appearance to spin the night away up until the dawn such as local favorite DJ Mori Midori! Each hall will be brimming with the pulse pounding beats in different genres that anyone will be able to find what coaxes them to the dance floor!

EgoTrip has added two more bars to alleviate the crowds, bringing the max total to four spacious watering holes for those looking to wet their razzle-dazzle whistles with any drink known to man! Specials will be available during this night only!

Kiwi Sunset

Brilliant Boulevard

Get Lit

The Trinity

Shine bright into the night at EgoTrip and ring in the New Year as vividly as possible!

OOC: Another year, another EgoTrip event! Feel free to post all outfits, snippets of play, trying drinks, meeting someone new, whatever you want! All those that participate will, of course, receive a very special icon to commemorate the event! And, as always, only those that post will receive an icon even if other characters are mentioned in said post! Sorry, folks!

This is a board event only! I will leave this open until January 15th as I was (yet again!) very late in putting this together! Thank you to everyone who always inquires if I will be putting one on for the year, as if it wasn't for the few people who ask I probably would forget! I'm ever grateful for those that are interested in having their characters attend the party, especially since it's about the only REAL way to see Peaches for the year now!

As always, if your character is under 21, they can hope and pray they look old enough to fool ol' Paulie into letting them in with a few crisp twenties! Please no maiming, killing, murdering, general malcontent and over the top violence at this event as the actual location of EgoTrip is of my own creative mind!

Here's to another year, Rhy'Din! Happy New Year to you all!

[Lucy Mitford]

Clubbing wasn't something Lucy and August did all too often anymore, but when they got the promos for the EgoTrip NYE event, Lucy insisted that they couldn't miss it!

Going through her closet searching for a look that fit the theme, Lucy pulled something out to show August. "Think I can still pull this off?"



August assured her that she definitely could pull it off---just like a good boyfriend should---and she laughed, "Well, one last time at least."

For August, Lucy managed a quick charm on one of his jackets. "This should work!"



Throughout the night, the pair could be seen dancing and drinking, joining whatever friends they found, celebrating a well-earned new year.

[BardGallant]

Unlike the year before, Rhydin's finest former Governor, Sheridan Driscol, arrived on the scene not only in style but in the company of an exceptionally handsome man with dark curly hair. Having heard about the theme, they came prepared dressed in black light reactive apparel. The bard took the opportunity to have the talented artists fix up his face for him, though.

Throughout the entire evening, Dris was inseparable from his boyfriend. Given what the man was wearing, he could hardly keep his hands to himself! They indulged in many of the available beverages, drinking at least one of each between sessions on the dance floor. And dance they did, almost constantly! There were moments stolen to catch their breath and a drink, of course. During those times it was possible to snag them for a hug and a bit of friendly conversation. And there may have been a few welcome exceptions to his being attached to Rhys' side at all times.

Dris had eyes only for Rhys the entire night, and at the stroke of midnight his kisses were reserved only for him. Except, perhaps, a few blown off his fingertips afterward for adored friends and family. They stayed long into the morning after, until they were ready to drop from exhaustion, and left as they had arrived. Together.

[Rhys Germain]

In previous years, Rhys had spent his New Year in the company of kith and kin, but tonight, he was ready to hit the town with his boyfriend. Before he left the house, he donned a hoodie bearing a blacklight-reactive design with his jeans, and little else. He had plans to dance the night away, after all—and plans to tease his lover mercilessly via the designs he wore on his skin.

With help from EgoTrip’s body paint artists, and some of his own glamour, he was covered in stardust by the time he and Dris hit the dance floor. The galaxy didn’t stop at his jaw, however, but crawled down his throat to his chest. Over the course of the evening, more and more of this design became visible as his lover’s curious fingers lowered the zipper of his hoodie and revealed them.

Together, they sampled the venue’s extensive drink menu, burned up the dance floor, and caught up with friends, both old and new. And when midnight came, Rhys gave Dris a little bit of the old Hollywood-styled romance he loved and enjoyed by holding him close, dipping him shallowly, and kissing him until they were both breathless.

[Tori Ravenwood]

Instead of spending time with her family, Tori decided hanging out at a glow party was way more her speed. She found a tube-style dress splattered with neon colours that would be picked up any and all black lighting and she danced and danced all night long. If anyone came to talk to her, she would encourage them to dance with her until their stamina ran out.

There was no one to kiss when the ball dropped, which was fine by her! She would wait out the count and then start dancing again once the music starts. This would be the best New Years Eve she had ever had.

[Strawberry]

No stranger to body paint, the neon sort was a special sort of fun for Karma. Rather than wait until she made it to EgoTrip, she was done up beforehand. Most of it she had done herself, the rest, she likely had assistance with. Though it was assuredly a smeared mess by the time the night was through, she considered it merely an evolution of her existing art. One changed and improved by copious amounts of dancing and drinks.

[Josette Wheeler]

EgoTrip was rapidly becoming one of Josie’s favorite clubs in RhyDin, so of course she would not miss an event there. It had been quite the year and so the custom made dress the wore looked like a glowing chrysalis wrapped around her petite frame. The neon wings on her back a symbol of rebirth and hope for new beginnings in the New Year and all the exciting new opportunities it would bring. Complete with a glowing star wand of course!

She danced and chatted the night away with her friends. The flirtatious, fiberoptic fringe constantly changed into a brilliant and vibrant array of colors with her every hip swing on the dance floor, while the special lenses protected her from any sensitivity to all the beautiful flashing lights.

The dragon cuff she wore around the delicate shell of her ear served an entirely other purpose other than fashion as it glowed throughout the night. Josie touched it several times throughout the evening in a subconscious gesture of reassurance.

As always, the DJ did not disappoint and the flawless variety and change up of songs had her on the dance floor all night long. Though she could not resist sampling the Kiwi Sunset cocktail or the Trinity! They were delicious!

Peaches always threw the best parties! If she happened to catch the blonde bombshell on the dance floor, or while lingering to observe the beautiful work of the amazing local artists, she thanked her for another spectacular year and a great party!

After her second Kiwi sunset, she plucked up the courage to sit down to have a bit of body paint done herself. It all looked so beautiful under the lights after all!

As always, before Midnight hour made its way round, the ballerina slipped quietly out of the club. After all, she had a traditional date with the stars to keep!

[Jaycy Ashleana]

It was little secret that Jaycy was generally a homebody and not much for the club scene (or any scene, really). However, she had a feeling that Hope would appreciate and have fun at the event once she saw the flyers for it and when she asked if the blonde wanted to attend, the enthusiastic yes made sure that Jaycy found an outfit for the evening! Bustier and skirt matched (though it was a mystery if she had anything under the see-through skirt as it was dark). She danced the night away with the blonde, taking time decorate herself with some paint via the available body painters (and some help from Hope!). While she spent much of the night by the woman's side, she also made sure to greet those she recognized during the evening.

[Bailey Raptis]

There were rumors that the recently reclusive Bailey Raptis might make an appearance at the EgoTrip New Year's Eve event. After all, he had attended in the past, and he was known to be friends with both Peaches and one of the night's DJs, Mori Midori. Sadly, the moment a white marble mannequin statue queued up in line, those in the know knew that it was one of Bailey's proxies, and that he would not be out tonight.

As it turned out, it was probably for the best, since Cuervo (who helpfully wore a "Hi, my name is" sticker on their chest) was an enthusiastic party participant. They were inviting anybody who caught their eye to pour a drink over them, and many obliged, despite the fact that it might have seemed a waste of good liquor. In the black light, though, the rivulets of glowing alcohol down Cuervo's body made a rather impressive display for the club kids -- some of whom did impromptu body shots off of them. Once Cuervo tired of being soaked in good booze, they drifted over towards the body painters, offering up their marble frame as a large canvas for whatever works they might come up with. Several society photographers -- and many, many amateur cell phone snapsters -- took pictures of Cuervo as they got dolled up in neon paint. Eventually, once all seemed content that their artwork had been documented, Cuervo sprinted toward the group of folks tossing paint willy-nilly on those who ran past, obliterating whatever masterpiece had been on his chest and replacing it with something out of Jackson Pollock's fever dreams.

Oh, and they wore gold lamé hot pants.

[Dax]

New Year’s Eve had always been Dax Kincaid’s favorite celebration. The revelry and optimism in the air was like a needle to the vein delivering a double dose of adrenaline. Whether it was night surfing party waves with friends beneath the arcing blooms of fireworks bursting high above a dark ocean or huddled in a hole in the middle of a warzone while aerial assets dropped danger close, high order detonations of a whole other kind…Dax was addicted to the promise of a new year being better than the last...in just plain surviving to see a new one.

And that is how he found himself at EgoTrip’s Neon New Year’s Eve bash with a body painting gig. Ever appreciative for the opportunity extended by Peaches, Dax had left his tattoo shop, Third Eye Tattoos, early with any drunken walk-ins left in the capable hands of the artists he had hired on. Dax loathed inking flash tattoos on the intoxicated and welcomed the chance to show off other artistic talents via body painting and bring a bit of revelry to those at the party. Fortunately, he had found the body art not all that different from inking tattoos…placement, colors, body contour…many of the same rules still applied…and it was something fun and free. And if anyone came with their own ideas to a specific design then it would be delivered with the utmost respect and care. Dax was known for his attention to detail and would make sure everyone glowed in their own unique way beneath EgoTrip’s dazzling lights.

Dax was grateful for the constant flow of partiers and endless supplies of paint. They kept his attention occupied in the present, kept him grounded on a task so that when the pulsing beats of the music threatened to overwhelm him, when the flashing scintillation of lights redlined his circuitry and pushed malingering PTSD to the limit…he could anchor down and splash some more neon. The alcohol certainly helped as well with Dax settling on the Get Lit to do the job and the former Marine kept em coming throughout the night.

The glowing mask with its X-ed out eyes and illuminated lips crudely stitched closed beneath a dark hoodie set him apart from the neon drenched celebrants and gave Dax the opportunity to be present but remain hidden behind bulletproof anonymity when he wanted it. A paint splattered hand would beckon Josette forward when it came her turn for some paint. “What’ll be, Sugarplum?” Revealing he had seen her in the ballet with that moniker. The timbre of his voice resonated a welcoming note at odds to the macabre mask. He hoped any lingering menace in the mask was neutralized with a playful remark regarding her wand and casting an enchantment over him if he did not do a good job. He would inquire of how she wanted her paint, hands quickly posing her with definite appreciation and gentlemanly respect before spattering a nebula of color across the left half of her face and shoulder that would match the celestial glow in her eyes. Dax would make sure to ask her for a dance when his next break came up before she flitted away on illuminated wings and colorful heels. A dangled promise of surfing lessons when the weather warmed was offered on the dance floor…if she was brave enough to take on deep water. That little challenge offered with a genuine grin and twirl.

Dax would find his exit when the painting stations dried up and the stimuli threatened to storm carefully crafted walls. He would make sure to find Peaches and once again extend his thanks for the opportunity and the fun before heading out. The solitary walk home was one of gratitude…Dax grateful for a new year and new opportunities.

((Big thanks to Peaches’ writer for the opportunity and Josette’s writer for playing along with the theme.))

[Dante Alvarez]

Dante

Cesare



EgoTrip Presents N E O N NYE…how could one Dante Lorenzo Domínguez-Álvarez ignore such a party on such a night? The simple answer was that he would not—could not ignore such a celebration.

The ballerino best known as l águila negra…The Black Eagle…came to the party dressed for the neon theme in self-stylized Bohemian Chic with his hooded dream cloak worn over bare shoulders and musculature and equally bespoke pants spattered with UV paint in a one of kind commission. Every stich done by hand, at Dante’s insistence, had been flawlessly performed and the man practically glowed beneath the black lights with eyes hidden behind the digital dance of sunglasses projecting beats of light alongside the pumping bass of the DJ’s rhythm. Those he knew found him in an accepting and gracious mood courtesy of the litany of alcoholic drinks he had consumed.

Later in the night, Dante would spy Cesare out on the dance floor dancing with Josette and happily reclined against the bar while he watched the two. A tip of his head as he studied the neon nymphette being shown some of Cesare’s new street choreography and moves he’d picked up in his travels. He had been eager to show Josette the new steps out on the dance floor.

Even Dante cracked a smile at the way the two laughed together and the way Cesare teasingly encouraged her to go flutter her wings on over one of the handsome body-paint artists before giving her a spin and then dipping her. “Or shall I go first, hm?” A teasing wink.

Dante would finish his drink, his third Trinity—la Trinidad…of the night and move to join them and fellow friends on the dance floor. He wondered just what Josette was giggling into Cesare’s shoulder about as he approached before she fluttered off with a wave of that wand in farewell to the pair.

Along the way, Dante decided in the heat of the moment and in the throng of bodies that he found the painted cloak too restrictive. It was time for the Black Eagle to show off the new back tattoo of eagle’s feathers which contoured his strong and sculpted shoulder blades like wings.

The restrictive garment was peeled from his lean frame and flippantly tossed to another random party goer. The lucky recipient caught the paint spattered garment before it disappeared as if by magic. It was on the dance floor, surrounded by friends and strangers, that the classically trained ballerino summoned the spirit and essence of Las Falles. The dance with his lover a paint spattered, pyrotechnic detonation of passion that burned long after the pair had retreated from the frenetic club to ring in the New Year and carry on a special tradition close to Dante’s heart at their shared home at Midnight.

((Many thanks to Peaches for throwing yet another fantastic blowout and thanks to Jos for graciously being a part of the fun!))