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graduation!
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idolproWho: Hunny, WILD CITY, anyone who wants to show
Where: A local dance club
When: Day 347, night
Where: A local dance club
When: Day 347, night
[ There have been a lot of graduations recently, haven't there? The last one for the season is certainly a more on the private side, but it's no less ostentatious; once invitees or otherwise the curious enter the admittedly-plain looking building (which certainly hasn't been given to the community yet) they'll have to adjust their eyes, because there's no lighting in this club that isn't either colored (favoring a bright magenta) or cycling rainbow, including on the floor.
Every step taken lights up the tile underneath, which cycles through the rainbow once and stops (or, if stepped on again, starts the process all over again). The music is hard, loud, the sort to get you pumped up—there is a DJ booth but no DJ, if someone wanted to take over and change the soundtrack—and colored spotlights rotate around the dance floor, crisscrossing colorfully with each other to the beat of the music like a lightshow. The one place of relative quiet is the bar; though it's not any less lit up—through the counter runs a stripe of different pinks and purples in a slower, lava lamp-esque pulse—it's also further away from the speakers, and quiet enough for people have conversation without yelling at the top of their lungs. Here, you can technically order a drink on your phones, but the menu has nothing but sickly sweet dessert cocktails and equally sweet cake, the latter in perhaps blessedly (or frustratingly) bite-sized portions—like it's more of a tasting bar than a place to eat.
There's a microphone on the bar counter if anyone wanted to use it—which, conveniently, has a volume control for the music—though if there are those who wanted to dance and sing along to the music (or dance while making a speech or something) there are also headsets available nearer to the dance floor.
There's just a couple things out of place: a statue in WILD CITY cream, depicting a woman kneeling with hands folded in prayer, ominously looming at the back of the club—where Hunny can whisper his wish to when he's ready—and an equally ominous door next to her, one with complicated patterns of wrought iron inset—for when he's ready to leave. ]
Every step taken lights up the tile underneath, which cycles through the rainbow once and stops (or, if stepped on again, starts the process all over again). The music is hard, loud, the sort to get you pumped up—there is a DJ booth but no DJ, if someone wanted to take over and change the soundtrack—and colored spotlights rotate around the dance floor, crisscrossing colorfully with each other to the beat of the music like a lightshow. The one place of relative quiet is the bar; though it's not any less lit up—through the counter runs a stripe of different pinks and purples in a slower, lava lamp-esque pulse—it's also further away from the speakers, and quiet enough for people have conversation without yelling at the top of their lungs. Here, you can technically order a drink on your phones, but the menu has nothing but sickly sweet dessert cocktails and equally sweet cake, the latter in perhaps blessedly (or frustratingly) bite-sized portions—like it's more of a tasting bar than a place to eat.
There's a microphone on the bar counter if anyone wanted to use it—which, conveniently, has a volume control for the music—though if there are those who wanted to dance and sing along to the music (or dance while making a speech or something) there are also headsets available nearer to the dance floor.
There's just a couple things out of place: a statue in WILD CITY cream, depicting a woman kneeling with hands folded in prayer, ominously looming at the back of the club—where Hunny can whisper his wish to when he's ready—and an equally ominous door next to her, one with complicated patterns of wrought iron inset—for when he's ready to leave. ]
