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[Graded]Are You Sure You Know How To Party?; March To The Music
Topic Started: Mar 6 2017, 09:02 PM (97 Views)
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It was so easy to sleep after a good party isn't it? I would have to agree, seeing as you are passed out face first on the deck of your ship... Drunk from a day and night of pleasure, and intoxicated by the sway of the waves. Sitting on your railing was someone who likes to take advantage of this negligent behavior though. The vengeful spirit Studly, sat across your railing listening to the music pulse through your head, as he closed his eyes and entranced you, pulled you into your own mind's song to teach you the valuable lesson... Partying can turn really bad, really fast... Let's see how well you know how to party.

Your eyes shot open as the mans shut, you find yourself in a large club, the lights are pumping, the bodies are jumping, and the booze is flowing. All around you are the entrancement of an angry spirit of March, disguised as the limelight of the party. At the front of the club was the same old man who put you asleep. His right eye seemingly gone from existence, only filled with a black void, and he sit with headphones on his greying head as he manage the DJ setup he had at the front of the club. He stopped the track quickly with a scratch and went to the mic, the crowd suddenly stopping to look at the man, cheering. "Thank you all... Thank you for taking part in my beautiful club... Club Vaandersnatch!" He shouted as the crowd cheered in a mixture of delight and confusion as your soul waned in and out at the lack of music. "I want everyone to meet the owner and proprietor of tonight life lesson. Don't party with Studly! It's Vaan HIMSELF!" He shouted as spotlights ripped through the ceiling and shined violently on Vaan. The limelight in itself would cause extreme burns to his skin if he stayed in it too long... But you had to greet your crowd right?

The lights would go away rather quickly as the man went back to the mic. "You see he's here to learn the bad part about partying... Whether he wants to or not, then we'll see how he acts!" The Vengeful Spirit of March yelled as he slammed on the track once more. "I like to call this one 'The Drink That Kills!'" He shouted the song turned back up and something terrifying hit the body of Vaan... Everything began to feel extremely heavy... It's like you drank 15 gallons of moonshine. That can't be good for your body... Maybe its time to start going into emergency mode to get all that bad shit out of your body? Eh? Sooner the better... "You don't want to die do you? You must party enough to know what to do in this case!" Studly shouted as he fist pumped the crowd into high gear.
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Vaan's eyes opened and hey! There he was. In a club, surrounded by people who liked to party and dance. His kind of people, basically! The room was simultaneously dark and completely saturated with color, as spot lights of every shade flashed and zoomed around the room, leaving darkness in their wake and illuminating groups of people as they passed over head like angels of funk. How did he get there? What was he doing there in the first place? Who knew? Who cared? There was a party going on, and a pretty killer one by the looks of it!

Vaan looked down at himself. He was wearing a white suit jacket, perfectly fit and cut! The jacket was open, showing off his hot pink dress shirt to whoever looked at him and there was a turquoise scarf wrapped and tied around his neck. He had on a pair of white bell bottom pants that was held up by his usual sort of belt. His boots were replaced with a pair of matching pink dress shoes. All in all? His dress was pretty groovy. He could dig it! The music was high pitched, high energy, and very much his sort of tune to party hardy to.

No sooner, though, had he considered himself and realized where he was than the music stopped and the DJ announced the name of the club - and had he said Vandersnatch? Did that make this place his? He supposed it must have, given that only a few seconds later the lime lights were all turned on him, bright as day light and burning. Vaan squint his eyes almost to the point of shutting them entirely, raising his right arm up over his eyes as he was met with thunderous, roaring applause. Despite the weird situation he found himself in, he smiled, waving to those around him and looking around as best as he could, even though he couldn't really see beyond the light.

Then it hit him. As the music started up again and the lights were pulled away from him, that feeling, familiar and dreadful deep in the pit of his stomach. All at once, he was hit with that feeling of having drank too much alcohol. He felt like he was swimming in his stylish shoes, his stomach felt like it was a separate entity on his body, some foreign object, his ears began to ring and he swayed on the spot. The immediate bodily response was to throw up - but that simply wouldn't do!

This feeling he'd been hit with out of nowhere, it was a demon he'd faced plenty of times before. He was from Dandelion Isle after all! They partied basically every day there in one form or another! He'd fought the drunken demon on several occasions and won, and tonight in this weird setting he had no idea how he'd come to wasn't going to be the night that the drink beat him! No sir! Rolling his head on top of his neck, straightening up, taking in a deep breath and sucking in his empty gut, Vaan strut out onto the dance floor like it was no one's business, a stiff bottom lip and a jutted jaw leading his way through the circular dance floor as he was simultaneously pushed, bumped into, and kept upright by the people dancing around him. He was a man on a mission at this point, with a lot of unanswered questions. He wasn't sure how, he wasn't sure why, but the DJ seemed to be the cause of his predicament. He knew just one thing - if the song didn't change, as much as he liked it, he was going to end up with a headache to end all headaches.

Making his way up to the DJ's table, Vaan leaned up against it and glowered at the empty eyed man in charge of the records. He leaned over the disc jockey's equipment, cocking his right eyebrow up and putting his face in close proximity with the mystery mans'. "If you dun wan git throw'd up on, you gun stand still a moment," Vaan slurred, simultaneously declaring that the room was spinning and warning the man drunkenly that he was on to him. Reaching out with his right hand, he pulled the needle up off of the record playing the music track, stopping the sound abruptly with a scratch. There was momentary confusion throughout the room as Vaan reached into his jacket and pulled out a black record LP. Never taking his eyes off of the man who he thought must be responsible for his feeling the way he did, the apparent owner of the club put the record into place, put on the needle, and then proceeded to do what he did best:

Own it.



The music resumed, the tone different, a little less energetic and not quite so headache inducing for such an apparently intoxicated individual! He toyed around with some dials and knobs, again never taking his eyes off of the man or even changing his expression (How was he doing that? Drunken magic?), just to give the new music the maximum effect on the room before turning around and pushing himself off of the DJ's table and back into the crowd. It took the rest of the people a moment to get used to the change in music, but they caught on quickly enough, beginning to move and dance and groove to the beat and feeling of the music blasting out of the speakers.

Vaan, again using the people of the crowd to his advantage as a simultaneous spring board and support, mingled among the crowd, dancing with this person and that. He knew just how to fight being drunk, after all - never stop moving, and once you realized you'd had enough, don't drink anymore. Years of partying had finely tuned his senses on just when that point was, and since he had immediately started there, he was certain to not touch another drop!

Then he saw her! Out on the floor, bathed in blue light of a passing funk angel, she stood seemingly alone, both hands on her wide hips, tapping her right foot to the beat of the music by raising her heel up and down over and over again. Her hair was red and kinky, pulled up into a large, curly afro at the back of her head and held in place by a purple headband. She wore large, golden hoop ear rings and a matching golden bracelet on her left wrist, not dissimilar to Vaan's bracelets and purple eyeliner that blended well with her blue eyes. She wore a green strapless, sleeveless one piece zip up outfit with bell bottoms and a purple belt that had a gold buckle and a pair of purple high heeled boots.

The second Vaan laid eyes on her, the mystery DJ was forgotten. Wading through the ocean of bodies, he made his way over to her. She saw him coming - and how could she not when he'd just been highlighted by the lime light earlier and seen changing the music - and started over towards him as well. A gap in the crowd formed and Vaan seized his chance, holding both arms down at his side and bobbing his head as he stepped towards her, dipping down low and slow with each step. She smiled and mimicked his approach until they were side by side of each other, standing up tall and dancing in sync and rhythm. They both knew this dance, after all, it was their song. No words were needed, just to dance and the party!
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The old man kept a cold stare as the man drunkenly stumbled up towards his booth, inebriated beyond belief and the alcohol flowing like blood through this mans body. It was a strange sight for sure but the party fueled his very determination to travel to the booth. Commandeering his turn table the old man did nothing but emit a terrifying smile.

You see the effects of choosing to man up to your alcohol poisoning was surely noble, and the most hardened bodies could definitely handle it, and it was true Vaan himself was a man who knew how to deal with this amount of alcohol in the system... Stop drinking before you get too far down the line. The song has stopped and been replaced by that of a funky jive, which slowly began to morph the club into that of the hippest joints known to mankind. The patrons clothes began to turn into a funkadelic hue of purples and greens.

Even the woman in front of him was a product of his own mind changing the rhythm of his own party, showing that he was well versed in his timely choice in records. Studly walked forward and turned one of the sliders slowly up. "It's time for the second song! Our illustrious owner Vaan himself has chosen this groovy tune, for all of you to enjoy!" He altered the tempo slightly, causing the floor to turn into a series of colored squares as a disco ball was dropped from the roof, lighting the room up with a brilliant glow.

The woman in front of him was jiving just as much as he following his rhythm to the beat, but with these jive tunes there was surely some catch to the music of the club. After all this was to teach him that some parties were just too hardcore even for his hardest of cores. He scratched the record instantly triggering the second trial of this party. Absolute exhaustion. With each scratch it was as if they had danced for an hour, and with the alcohol not leaving his system so fast he would have to deal with the entrancing hips of the lady before him, as they dance the night and his own life force away.

"Keep it shaking now!" Studly said pumping up the crowd, causing them to cheer in elation, before busting it down even harder. The woman in front taking lead of the situation and becoming a catalyst for his own draining... Their was surely only a few things the owner could do. Could he bust a move to take control of the situation and start wooing her life force away, or could he think of some other manner of escape, while keeping his body in party mode. "Our illustrious owners dance moves are renown! Everyone cheer the boss on!" Studly shouted in his gruff voice as he turned up the volume, and continued to scratch the beat.
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Again it hit him like a tone of bricks in a sack of shit. Sudden and immediate, packed on top of his inebriated state came sudden, overwhelming exhaustion! How was that even possible? It was almost like every scratch of the record was making him more and more tired! How was that fair!? The party had only just gotten started and he was already drunk and tired. Vaan wondered vaguely to himself who put what in his drink for him to feel this way.

And yet, despite this, he continued to dance. It was a sight to behold really to all those observing. The club around them, and even the people (not that Vaan noticed, he was a bit preoccupied with his red haired lady and the feelings in his own body) changed into a flashing, colorful collage of groove and funk. Vaan, positioned at the center of the floor, stood on shaky legs as his face sagged and his breaths came in pants, and yet he kept on dancing. He was actually refusing to stop when he'd just gotten started! Though because of his state, his lady friend definitely took the lead. She reached out and grabbed him, swinging him around in a circle before lifting his left arm up over his head and twirling him on the spot.

There it was again - the voice of the DJ, encouraging everyone to watch him dance. What was his fixation Vaan wondered? This was the third time he'd been called out in all of ten minutes, and it seemed like every time he did he felt worse and worse! He couldn't explain it, he had no idea what was actually going on, but damn it all, he was from Dandelion Isle, baby! He wasn't going to stop now! Whatever was going on, it came back seat to what was happening in this moment! Everyone's eyes were on him, the light of the disco ball shined favorably! He, would, not, stop!

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, the little spin move his vixen of a partner had pulled on him turning his still empty stomach, Vaan reached out and wrapped his arm around his dance partner's waist and began to spin her around while he moved with her, pulling his face up and staring her in the eyes while they moved around. Faster and faster they spun, tighter and tighter he held on to her until at the apex of their spin when they were about to become a tornado for two, he let go and sent her spinning into the crowd to catch onto her.

"WOOOOOOOOO!" he called out over the music, earning a woo in response from the club around him! He danced! Dropping down to one knee and pointing to the floor with his opposite hand, Vaan step-danced forward until he sprang up and threw his arms and legs out wide, tossing his head back! Sweat flew off of his brow and his eyes closed, the free-fall reminding him that he had little to no sense of balance right now. He didn't care though. He really didn't. This was his club (apparently), these were his people (presumably), and this moment was his. He was not about to waste it.

Pointing to the green wearing woman with his right hand, tapping his left foot on the floor and bobbing his head to the beat of the music, Vaan beckoned her over and over she came. He turned back towards her and grooved his way along, bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, clapping his hands together just before each foot came in contact with the lighted squares of the floor. She was bobbing her head and waving her arms above her head one at a time. As they came together, the two of them turned around to face away from each other. They stuck out their butts and pulled their arms together in front of them, spinning them around one another as they shook their hips and bumped their booties together.

"Yeah! C'mon, baby!" Vaan called out to the cheering of the crowd as he and his dance partner clashed butts. He could feel some of his energy returning to him, a second wind or a wave of adrenaline, either or. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" he cried, pushing his hips back and bumping the woman away only to turn around on the spot and face her again. He tapped his left foot while holding his left arm out horizontally, fingers splayed as he slowly brought it out in front of him to where he could see her between his fingers, then he did the same for his right arm. She mimicked him afterwards, being a movement behind him as he took the lead in their dance once more.

Throwing his body forward, Vaan bent his knees and came sliding across the lighted squares in front of her. He looked up at this seemingly perfect woman and began to rise, thrusting his hips upwards and using each thrust to rise up a hand full of imagines until he was standing at full height, pelvic thrusting in front of her. Then, he held his left arm out to his side and his right arm in front of his face, taking a couple of steps back away from her into the crowd. He spun on the spot twice, the first a slow spin and the second a fast where he bent forward and threw his hands towards the floor, palms flat and fingers outstretched. As he rose up, bringing his arms above his head, white light from the immediate four squares beneath him shone up in a flash!

The ball was clearly in his court now, he was controlling the dance at this point, and the more he did so, the more he could feel his energy returning to him! But she wasn't done yet it seemed. As the music began to wind down, she stepped forward to wind it back up. Looking Vaan in the eyes and throwing her left arm up in the air, the lights all went out for a second before a set of strobe lights flashed, four of them around the disco ball rotating regularly in time with the beat of the song. Vaan watched as she took her own turn in dancing solo, stepping this way and that, spinning, arms flung about, hips gyrating. She was certainly no slouch! If Vaan didn't know better, he'd say she was an even better dancer than he was.

"Oooooh, what a hot beat!" he called out, still grooving to himself as he watched her dance in the strobe lights. Walking forward though, Vaan crouched down in front of her and grabbed onto her hips, grunting and gritting his teeth as he lifted her up in the air and she spread her arms out to the side, legs held out straight. The lights came back on, bright and colorful as Vaan held her up above his head, right knee bend and left leg held out behind him. They were, in that moment, a work of modern art.

The moment passed though, and as Vaan's arms felt like they were beginning to give out, he stood up tall and bent his elbows before pushing her upwards, just enough that she was airborne for a second. He caught her and, spinning her around, he brought her back down to the dance floor and spun her again, holding onto her hand so that he could pull her back. In doing so, he let go of her hand and grabbed onto her hips again, using her momentum to flip her around in the air and move her onto the back of his shoulders!

The club screamed and shouted, they were loving it! And Vaan was too! So much so that, despite the apparent alcohol for blood he had and the exhaustion that was gradually ebbing, he managed to use the momentum built up from carting her onto his shoulders to spin around on the spot and, even more amazingly, lift her straight up into the air! They spun around for a few moments before he brought her back down and, using her almost like a towel, he swung her around his body, from shoulder to hip and from hip to thigh until she was behind him on her knees, where he reached through his legs and pulled her through!

She got up, a little less energetic than before it seemed, and pressed her body against his, gyrating and grinding on him. They were both sweating fairly heavily at that point, but neither one cared. The pompadour sporting pirate simply brought his hand up to his mouth and gently bit on the tips of his fingers as she rubbed her body up against him, only for the both of them to turn in opposite directions and kick out before stepping away from each other and yet grab on to each other's hand.

Every dance must end with the song, though. And as the song began to come to an end, Vaan pulled her back in one last time so that he could pick her up and swing her around his body once more, ending the movement by cradling her thighs while she held onto his shoulder, his left hand on her back. Smiling devilishly down at her, he sealed the deal and saved himself (for now), by leaning down and pressing his lips to hers, planting on her a kiss just as the song came to an end that was fierce, passionate, completely unwarranted, and yet absolutely the right thing to do - or so said the cheering from the crowd.

With the song and the kiss over, Vaan set the green sporting woman down and let her get lost in the crowd once more. He struck a pose, legs spread, left arm held above his head and pointed at the disco ball, a dazzling smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He was alive! He was the center of this club, and he was loving every minute of it!

"Let's ROCK this joint!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, snapping the fingers of his left hand and changing the song through some sort of dream logic he wasn't even aware of. Not that he needed to be for this, the most excellent of parties.

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The old man finished his song and flipped the record, turning the song's volume up as the club once again began to change in era and style. Studly had to commend the man, he definitely handled the exhaustion stage well, exhausting as much adrenaline as he could out of sheer willpower and pride, and those moves. The Vengeful Spirit Studly Himself, may have just learned a thing or two from this young Dandelion boy. He scratched the record to make that song last as if he was dancing for two entire days straight and he just kept on trucking through it as if it was but a singular song. His mind must be made of some of the strongest and hardiest partying metals. As he flipped the song he once again put his lips to the mic. "You heard the boss everyone, it's time to rock on!" He said as he turned the volume up to 11 of a possible 10. The club began to morph and twist with the crowd, as it turned into a modern day club.

The floor was vibrant, there was glass everywhere, caged dancers began to descend from the ceiling, as the crowd's clothes turned into a series of newer aged garments such as hoodies, and glow-sticks. The turntable turned into a mixing booth, and Studly's simple two track remix system turned into a full fledged sound board. "Let's go Vaan! Let's see how you handle stage three of this terrific club!" He said with a smirk most vibrant, he was actually enjoying this young mans mind, and the torture he was committing against the man was just coming back as pure entertainment. It was like the gods demanded Studly take a vacation on the party-boat of a century.

Stage three was as new age of a challenge as the newer age of music rushing through the speakers at a deafening pace. It was time for the party man to take a bad trip down Upper-Lane. As the music kicked up its pace, Studly turned the dial on the fast-forward, enhancing the song only slightly at first. This would in tune pump the very veins of Vaan with a life threatening amount of illicit drugs aimed to get him more active and active. This was some pretty strong shit too, because the room was starting to twist and bend with the colors, turning everything into one collage of terrifying party proportions as the music in his head would start to sound murky.

"How will our illustrious boss handle his dust?" Studly shouted pumping the crowd up as a dance circle began to form around Vaan. He couldn't give up now, Studly wouldn't let him, he was having too much fun with this party animal... Surely there was a way to avoid overdose in a situation where one takes way too much angel dust.
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Once again the club changed with the song. As outfits and faces and lights and interior changed to fit the party, so too did Vaan change. Gone was his white jacket, bell bottom pants, pink shoes, pink shirt and scarf, replaced all in an instant by a newer, sleeker outfit. An outfit with assless chaps. Underneath these chaps was a pair of florescent pink skinny jeans that did an absolute fantastic job of showing off his butt. He had on a pair of black leather jack boots that went up his legs to his knees, the straps and buckles thick. He had on now a black T-shirt underneath of a black leather jacket and a matching florescent pink neck tie hung loosely around his neck. Around his wrists were glow stick bracelets of blues and greens and reds, and - oh! - his sunglasses were there now, but they were different two. Around the edges of the frames were these little flashing bulbs of colored light.

Pulling his hand down from up in the air as the club settled in and the music blared, Vaan pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes and smiled. Was it a bit douchey to wear sunglasses in the middle of a mostly dark club? Yeah, so? Like he was going to let that stop him. After drinking (apparently) to the point where even an experienced party goer like himself wanted to not touch another drop and (also apparently) dancing to the point where his entire body felt like jello from just a single song, he wasn't exactly about to let a case of wearing sunglasses indoors get him down. Besides, he looked damn fine in them.

Then came the tingling. Aaaaaaall at once. All over his body. Like little mice running through his veins, making him shiver in such a way that it looked more like a spasm on the dance floor. All at once it felt like the alcohol had left his system, replaced by something else entirely different. The jello feeling in his legs was gone. He felt sturdy, oddly enough, strong, powerful. His jaw fell slack slowly, his pupils dilating and his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. It seemed that his heart was being dragged along with the pace of the music that seemed to get faster and faster and sounded like it was being played from a distance. Also, had the crowd always been jellyfish?

The room seemed to be spinning. The lights from the glow sticks were like the lights of passing cars. he looked down at his hands and his fingers seemed to elongate until he closed his hands into fists, where they were retracted back. He opened and closed his hands several times to confirm that this was what he was seeing. Yep. Definitely some finger stretching going on there, like his digits were snakes trying to get free. He couldn't let that happen! Slowly, Vaan began to ball up on the dance floor, his legs pulling together, his arms tucking in at his chest and his head bent down as he started to go into a fetal position while standing up. Was this it? Had he finally reached his limit? After all of the years of partying in this one night, this random, funky, psychedelic place that he didn't understand, was this where he met his end? Lower and lower Vaan curled up, heading pompadour first towards the floor until -

Vaan sprang up, standing up straight and tall all of the sudden and taking in a deep breath, puffing out his chest. He stamped his legs on the dance floor and stood bow legged before tossing his head back and looking up at the ceiling, his eyes wide and wild beneath his flashing sunglasses. In a single, rebel yell, he declared:

"I'M FUCKING INVINCIBLE!!!"

The crowd cheered and he threw his fists up in the air, shaking them defiantly at whatever power was trying to bring him down! To hell with that, he was still the life of this party! And now he felt like he was going a million miles an hour while standing still!? Watch him run, daddy-o! Like a bullet from a gun he was off, a tornado of a social butter fly. Moving from one person to the next, dancing this with person and that, overwhelming them with his groovy moves and before they had any time to realize that they were one step away from being sexually assaulted he was off again to his next amorphous victim. It was only when he was close to a person and could properly see them that they stopped being jelly fish, or were they slime monsters? Either way, Vaan tore up rug like it was nobody's business but his own, and it wasn't!

Man he felt great! Never mind being able to properly see or even making sense of it all, the feeling of light, airy, guilt free fun running through his veins was ecstatic! He felt empowered! He felt phenomenal! He was a phenomenon! He was the king of parties! The sultan of swing! The Tsar of funk! The chief of groove! He was dazzling and sexy and fire! There was no one who could keep up with him, there was no one who could understand the kind of level he was on. His funk was off the charts! He was... he was...

He was definitely going too fast. Yep, that was his heart he'd just felt. Clutching at his chest with his serpentine fingers, he found himself in the middle of the dance floor once again after making his rounds and making sure to visit every dancer in the suspended cages. His heart was going way, way too fast. It felt like it was trying to break his ribs, burst from his stomach and tear through his lungs to get out of his back all at once. Suddenly his breath felt heavy and he felt as though he were melting, his skin falling right off of his bones. Tendrils of darkness fell over his eyes that he didn't realize was his own hair, his pompadour having been undone by his rapid movement and the sheer amount he was sweating. He was a furnace, burning at well over the normal body temperature!

This wasn't good. It wasn't right. Something was wrong, he knew that. If not the way he was feeling, the bubbles coming out of his gaping mouth with his every breath was a dead give away. He could feel it inside of him, that itchy tingly feeling like mice in his veins. They were ants, fire ants, biting left and right as the marched single file through his arteries. He felt for certain that he was doomed. The looking glass had looked back at him and determined that he was not fit to survive in this wonderland. Clutching at his chest, Vaan began to curl back up into the fetal position once more while standing up. He bowed out from his party, surrendering to the heart of darkness that had eclipsed his radiance...

... Except that's not what happened.

Vaan was invincible, it was the first thing he realized once the song had changed up on him again. He threw his head back and his body along with it and something truly amazing happened. The angel dust in his system - every bit of it - was evacuated from his body! It was the strangest thing, but light and golden pixie dust simply erupted from every pour on Vaan's body, and for one single, glorious second, Vaan had wings of golden starlight, bright as daylight, that dazzled the jellyfish back into becoming human and who looked on him with awe and wonder, entrapped by the logistics of all of this as anyone would be.

He stood up straight slowly and let out a sigh, snapping his fingers and once again changing the music being played on the DJ's mix table. The dust fell on the floor around him, useless as sand and as loud static filled the speakers, still cranked up to 11, everyone covered their ears for a moment except for Vaan who, still coming down from his trip on PCP, reached up and ran all of his fingers through his hair, slicking his long black locks onto his skull in a sleek, casual, wavy style.



"Morning! Today's forecast calls for blue skies!"


The music picked up and Vaan began to tap his right foot, and with each tap he made people began to line up behind and around him, following some sort of unconscious want and need to follow the music. Within the span of the 6 seconds it took for the drums to kick in, everyone in the club was in position and they all began to dance in unison, following the dandy man himself as he lead the entire club in a singularly fluid and down beat dance that not only helped him to cool down but seemed to make everyone forget about the borderline assault he'd given most of them a few minutes before! Convenient!

Similar to the residents, yes even those in the cages, the lights of the club flashed in time with the music, interchanging between colored and strobe and black lights that put the room into a mixed blender of sound, movement and light displays that followed the beat of the song, each set taking turns and knowing when to flash, when to stay lit and when to go dark for the club of dancers to fully appreciate the tune that Vaan was leading them in. The word was 'euphoric', that is to describe the atmosphere of the club now that Vaan had expelled the angel dust from his system in so flashy a manner.
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The DJ's own system had been overran with speed, causing the song to not only fail and turn to static, but also the very drugs coursing through the veins of the party man to expel themselves all over the dance floor. The Vengeful Spirit almost had the man in his clutches not once, but twice with just a push of the speed dial, but this man was surely an invincible man of party blood, born, bred, and festered to its peak. Studly himself was mighty impressed at the sheer resolve this man held and let the music play regularly for quite a while, as he revel in the glory and beauty of the club created in his mind. He soon put his lips to the mic once more. "Give it up for Mister Vaan one more time!" He said ebbing on the crowd to cheer for the man's hardcore soul of party. Studly began to clap with them as he leaned inwards. "But the party isn't over. You've swung me to your side kiddo, let the music blast!" He shouted as he stepped away from the turntable.

The room began to change once more with the music, into that of a concert, the turn table turning into a multitude of people with instruments, singing their song for the whole room. "This concert goes out to the boss!" the lead singer shouted as they cranked up the song. Studly jumped down into the dance crowd himself and went to a nearby bar that had manifested and grabbed two rum and cokes from the imaginary bartender and walked over to Vaan himself, tossing a tumbler glass full of the liquid courage to the man of the hour. Keeping one for himself of course. "Cheers!" He said raising a glass and downing it with the boss. "You've cleared the first three challenges, and you've even surprised me with your incredible aptitude for music, changing your very soul to the very mood you needed." He said patting the man on his shoulder, as the party turned into a more concert based scene, inside a stadium, with a large dance floor on the ground level that they were now located on.

Studly smirked honorably as he bow towards the party king himself. "There is but two more lessons I need to teach you and your free. But, have a moment of reprieve enjoy the music, enjoy the people, enjoy the food the drinks, the women!" He shouted raising his hands in a bound. "But prepare yourself too Vaan. I trust heavily in you now. The music that will play after this song is going to be your most violent trial yet. I'll give you a hint, it's when the party gets too feisty. Mosh Pits are a terrifying thing." He said respectably to the party king as the headphones from his brief time as a DJ disappeared. "When you are ready, well... You're one dandy son of a bitch, you'll know the song." Studly said as he pat the man on the shoulders, soon to disappear into the crowd of people.

When the music would switch so would the band members, turning their instruments into magnificent beasts of metal, with the power to fuel the very rage in the crowds heart. It was sure to be the most bloody party one could imagine.
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Vaan danced for as long as he could with the rest of the room, orchestrating their movements by being the leader of each one. The truth of the matter was that his cocktail of adrenaline and PCP was rapidly leaving his system. After all that he'd been through that night already, all the strange, body altering effects that he'd been subjugated to, Vaan was getting tired! Downright exhausted, even. The worst part was the thirst. Before he hadn't dared take another drink for fear either passing out or worse yet blacking out and forgetting what all he'd done that night. After all of the dancing, all of the energy that he'd exerted, all the sweat he'd shed, the man was beat.

Finally, though, a break! It seemed that he had pleased his tormentor, and as the crowd broke the synchronized dance to cheer and crowd around him, Vaan stopped and bent forward, holding onto his knees as he took in huge huffs of breath. Men were not meant to party this hard this fast. He might be able to get like this over the course of several hours of a very hardcore party, days even if the atmosphere was chill enough and the party continuous. But this? This was something else entirely, completely out of this world! At least he was being appreciated though. He couldn't complain about that.

As the DJ came over to him, Vaan looked up with utter exhaustion written all over his face. His eyes were sunken, the corners of his mouth were slack and hanging, his cheeks sagged. At the sight of the drink, though, he reached out and snatched the glass, inhaling the drink in a single long gulp. The rum and coke mixture was nice inside of his parched mouth. He didn't even mind that there was alcohol in it, since he wasn't drunk anymore. Meant he could get drunk properly, like any decent gentleman! Now with at least SOME liquid inside of him, though not nearly enough, Vaan looked around while his shoulder was pat and noticed that, once again the room had changed. Gone was the club and now there was a stadium. Weird. Really weird.

Turning back to the one eyed DJ, he narrowed his eyes and considered him carefully. No longer inebriated, he was able to put two and two together, coming to the conclusion that THIS GUY was the source of all the weirdness! He didn't know how - devil fruit maybe?, he didn't know why - ancient family curse passed down the bloodline? He just knew that the past hour or so (or had it been days? Honestly, it was hard to tell when nothing would stay solid for long) had been the hardest of hardcore parties, and it wasn't even over yet.

"Who even ARE you?" Vaan asked honestly as the man finished talking, watching as he got no answer and disappeared into the crowd. Vaan glowered and tilted his head back in exasperation. He dropped his glass and headed back towards the bar. He was going to need to hydrate, liquor up, and put something in his stomach if he was going to be participating in a mosh pit. He ordered a tall glass of water, three shots of straight vodka - the good, pure, imported stuff - and a sandwich to wash it all down with. He attacked the water first, guzzling it down like the man dying of thirst that he was, followed by a shot of vodka. He quickly munched half of his sandwich, then took another shot of vodka. Then he finished his sandwich, and finished it off with the last shot and a sigh.

"Mosh pit, huh...?" he said to no one, looking down at the bar top. He didn't particularly care for mosh pits. It wasn't so much that he minded them, they were a great way to blow off steam and let out aggression, it just wasn't his preferred method of partying. He liked to groove, be funky, swing and flirt it up on the dance floor. After the night he'd had though? Yeah, he could do with blowing off a bit of steam. And he had until the song was over to prepare.

Turning away from the bar, Vaan headed back down to the front of the stage where he knew the pit would form. They were always in front of the stage. He took off his jacket and tossed it into the crowd, where some lucky lady wrapped it around her shoulders. He took off his tie and did the same with it, a lucky fellow getting a surprise tie on top of his head. Vaan sighed and rolled his neck from side to side, his shoulders up and down, his hips all the way around. Twice. He needed to be loose, he needed to be limber. Most of all though, he needed to be aggressive if he wanted to survive this. This night had been weird, very weird. And if he had to make a guess, he'd say that this pit was going to be just as violent, if not more so than the one eyed man had said.

The song ended. It began. "Form the pit," the singer growled, his voice now deep and gravid with rage. Obediently, the crowd began to split in front of the stage. Vaan took off his sun glasses and tossed them behind him towards the bar, heading over to his left side. It took a couple of minutes for the pit to form properly, and during that time Vaan kept himself front and center of the crowd. He didn't look at the stage. He didn't look for the DJ, he just focused on what was to come. Because it was going to get messy. It was going to hurt. He needed to be ready for it.

The song began.



The second that the guitar picked up and the singers began to chant, Vaan held his arms out to his side as far as he could, leaning back into the crowd behind him and sticking his legs out as though to try and hold back the sea of bodies that was about to be created. He grit his teeth. A lock of hair fell down over his left eye. He bounced on the spot, getting his blood pumping, letting the liquid courage course through him more and more. He didn't feel ready for this, he wasn't ready for it, but it was going to happen anyways. He most certainly wasn't about to relinquish his title of king of the party. Their cue to run towards each other was obvious, and the second that the two masses began to rush towards each other at the word "Awaken!!", Vaan was off. He used the momentum of the crowd to propel himself forward, taking long, powerful strides in his jack boots, yelling at the top of his lungs over the heavy metal - a battle cry worth of Valhalla for the battle that was to come.
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This would surely be the hardest test of all to overcome. With the screams of darkness piercing the ears of every party-man and woman within the crowd they all turned into a slew of terrifying tropes. Ranging from the most hardcore of metal heads, to the burliest of bikers, the most terrifying of men and women. The stadium began to pour into the middle, everything turning into one slew of fists, weapons, and blood.

Vaan was going to have the worst of times. Immediately as soon as the music began there was a slew of moshers rushing for the boss brandishing a slew of chairs and broken bottles, swinging them violently at him, attempting to break them on anything in front of them, which just happened to be their glorious boss of partydom. The metalheads were next of course, the hardcore headbangers, instantly followed the slew of weapon brandishing moshers. The metalheads were definitely one of the hardcore fans of the song being played, with each thrust of the guitar, and slam of the heads, the headbanging got more brutal and dangerous to the lives of everyone in the crowd. The metalheads began to mosh in a circle around Vaan using their heads to headbang, keeping a constant rhythm which if not followed perfectly would ensue in horrifying head wounds for everyone in the crowd.

As the song advanced deeper and darker into the pit of despair the metalheads moved out and in came the bikers the fist fight was sure to start. Blood was flying everywhere and bodies began to slam down onto the cold ground as the bikers began to take over the crowd, everyone devolving into a horrifying thrall of destruction. Vaan needed to mosh effectively to survive this onslaught of biker boys and girls. But that wasn't the worst the pit had to offer.

No... The worst happens when the band joins in on the fight. The entire band jumped from the stage brandishing their instruments, dashing for Vaan. Two guitars, a bass guitar, a drum kit, and a microphone. It was time to see how much more Vaan could handle before the final test of being a true party-man.
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Immediately Vaan recognized that this wasn't going to be an ordinary mosh. Similar to the other transformations of the bar and crowd, one second he was rushing forward ready to mosh with everything he had left, the next moment he blinked and the crowd before him was brandishing weapons! Makeshift weapons, granted, but weapons none the less! The band continued to play and the mob continued to rush forward. He had to make a split second decision to actually mosh like you were supposed to, or defend himself.

As the two halves of the crowd collided, Vaan hunkered down, leaning forward, and thrust himself shoulder first into the first person he came in contact with who was wielding a bottle, tackling them half way to the ground before the rest of the crowd caught them and smashed the two together. The music was lost for a few precious moments as bodies collided people shouted either in pain or aggression. Vaan, pressed faced to face with his assailant, looked out of the corner of his eyes for anyone coming his way. He just... he couldn't tell in all of the chaos! Too many people rushing past, too many people pressed against him. He had to wait until after the pit loosened up a bit before he could get a proper look around.

Just as he got a bit of breathing room, enough that he and the person he'd attempted to tackle were able to pull apart from each other, Vaan reared his fist back and slammed it into the man's jaw as hard as he could, knocking him out cold. He didn't even feel bad about breaking mosh etiquette because he had a bottle that was no doubt going to collide with his head if he hadn't acted first. No time to celebrate, though, as someone came up from behind him and broke a chair over his back! His scream was lost to the music and the crowd as his back arched and he fell down to his knees.

Instantly he recognized the danger of being on the ground in a mosh pit, something he'd been warned about in most every pit he'd participated in and he did well to inform others of. Acting fast, ignoring the pain as best as he could, Vaan half turned half leaned forward and brought his leg up, stuffing his jackboot into the stomach of his assailant. With them winded Vaan had just enough time to get back up on his feet and haymaker the son of a bitch who broke a chair on him. Then he took a well deserved moment to hold his hands on his aching back and whine about the pain he was feeling.

After the moment passed, although he still felt the pain, he looked around and saw the mob of people headbanging and others fighting. This wasn't a mosh pit, it was an orgy of violence! This was how a hard core party went wrong, and he could only assume that the Ghost of Parties Present was trying to tell him just that. What was worse was that apparently the band was getting in on the action, climbing off of the stage with their instruments in hand and making a V line towards Vaan.

Already having had enough of this scene, Vaan pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, using his size to his advantage to grab people by their shoulders and push them away from him as he made his way towards the band, who did similarly do the same though with their instruments. It didn't take long for the crowd to react to the two soon to collide giants, the band and the man of the hour. They parted for them, just enough that they could head towards one another unimpaired.

Vaan rushed forward at a brisk jog and the band did the same. As the two came together, Vaan reared his right fist back and threw it into the lead singer's face. The hit connected and while that was going on, the two guitar players came up and brought their guitars swinging aimed for Vaan's back! He reacted in kind by quickly ducking underneath the two guitars, side stepping to his left before rising up and driving his left elbow into the temple of the rhythm guitar player, but not before his and the leads' guitars managed to hit the singer in the stomach.

Turning his attention towards the lead guitarist, Vaan half turned and lifted his right leg up, delivering a kick to his chin that was strong enough to make his head go backwards. Then came the bassist, raising his bass guitar up over his head like a mighty battle axe. Vaan answered with a quick jab to his throat, followed by a wide swing with his left hand. Then, turning his attention towards the drummer, Vaan steeped forward and jumped up into the air, reaching out over the drum set (which was by all means impractical to carry as a weapon of battle, but to each their own, baby) and grabbing on to the back of the drummer's head. Gripping onto his red locks of hair tight, Vaan brought his right knee up while pulling his head forward, smashing his face into his knee cap at the height of his small jump.

Vaan wasn't sure if the band members would be brought down by that and that alone. He doubted it, frankly. They looked like burly men who were no strangers to this kind of scene. Never the less, the song was ending, still playing somehow despite the band members not playing their instruments, and with it came the hope of the Ghost of Parties Future's appearance, and the final test that he'd have to over come. His body ached all over from the constant dancing and now the beat down he'd received and delivered, his knuckles especially throbbing. The party man hoped that this final test would be how to crash properly, 'cause he really felt like he needed it...
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High ground was optimal, but there was little to no escape from the constant onslaught of harassment, that was both dished out and received in fair tune. The bikers lay bloodied and bruised among the ground, the metal heads had a series of skull fractures, sprawled out across each-other, and while the metal players were tossed back they were seemingly so hardened to the moshing lifestyle that they were unharmed by Vaan's swings. Just as they approached him for their second round of attack however, the music ended, and everything began to melt into a white background, as Vaan would be sat in the middle of an endless white room, where Studly emerged from the white, as the rest of the patrons of the party were turned to white.

The ghost walked over and extended a hand to help assist the man back onto his feet, providing him a glass of cool refreshing water for his well survived mosh. "Well this is the last test Vaan. Silence." He said as the ear piercing sound of nothing filled the white void. The only thing that could be heard were the two men standing before each-other and the very blood flowing through Vaan. "The parties over, and sometimes that's the hardest thing to accept." He said with a smirk, as he closed his eyes.

You opened yours. Wide awake and refreshed on your bed, if anything your mind was absurdly exhausted like you just partied for a week nonstop and just barely survived. All wounds were fixed and sitting beside your bed was the dreaded spirit himself smiling, an almost evil looking smile due to his nature. He rocked a rocking chair in which was placed next to your bed. "You actually taught me a few things about partying human. I was here to teach you that partying too hard can be a dangerous thing, but in fact, you sir, can party like none other I have ever seen." He nodded, leaning back. "The music in your head was very interesting young man, do you have any questions before I, the Ides of March, the vengeful spirit himself leaves your presence for another year?" He said leaning back.
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The party was over, and naught was left but silence in it's wake. The crowd, the stage, the band, the bar, everything just... vanished. Vaan was left standing in an empty white abyss that stretched on forward with him seeming to be the only being in existence. Looking around frantically for a few moments, trying to see something - anything- in the endless void, Vaan finally felt the entirety of what he'd just experienced hit him all at once and he couldn't help but fall down on his backside, landing on nothing and panting heavily. Was this even air he was breathing?

Then from the nothing he came. The DJ. The Ghost of Parties Past, Present and Future. Standing before him and holding out a hand for him to take and, much more appealing, a glass of water to drink. Looking up at the man with a stiff upper lip, Vaan reached up and grabbed onto his arm, pulling himself up to stand before the mysterious man. "No, that's not the hardest thing to accept," he said frankly. "Not after a party like that. The hardest thing to accept is that the next party might not be as good as the last."

Vaan blinked, and when he next opened his eyes he was on his bed. He tried to think back on when he'd actually fallen asleep and why, and for the life of him, he couldn't. He was very keenly aware that he'd had a dream though, but for the life of him it was all just a mess of images, sounds and feelings. He felt exhausted, though, like he hadn't slept in the slightest. He tried to think back on what he could remember last...

Loguetown. That's right, he'd fled Loguetown after getting his log pose. That meant he was on his boat, Love on the Sea, and he was in his bed. He'd laid down to sleep the night before, and now he was awake. Rolling his head to his right, he saw non other than the ghost sitting in a rocking chair next to him... had there even been a rocking chair on his ship? He was pretty sure there hadn't been, so that only left that his unwanted guest had brought it. The dream wasn't just a dream then. It'd happened... in a sense at least.

Staring at the man with a blank expression, feeling too tired to sit up or really to move at all, he listened to the praise he received and couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, you sure as hell didn't make it easy on me. Don't think it's even possible to party that hard under normal circumstances, baby. But that's Vaan Vandersnatch for you - always exceeding expectations. Now, get off my boat so I can get some actual rest," Vaan said, rolling his head back over and resting his arm over his eyes, content with the idea of drifting off into a black oblivion that would actually let him rest... when something that he'd said crossed his mind.

"Wait... another year? What's that supposed to mean!?" Vaan demanded, pulling his arm off of his eyes and rolling his head back over, only to find the spirit who had plagued him was gone, as spirits were apt to do. "Hey! Get back here! I didn't sign no yearly contract for this!!" he yelled out at nothing, only to find that when he next closed his eyes, he fell right into sleep that his mind desperately needed. He'd live to party another day, it seemed.
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Studly left with a massive cackle, an almost booming laugh as the boy wished for him to depart his ship and he was happy to oblige as the party-man Vaan not only passed his test of party-domination but dominated his own mind with a force of music so strong that Studly himself had to be impressed in this mans mental capacity for partying. He slapped his knee at the man with another laugh "That was one hell of a party Vaan, I'll let you sleep now." He said reverting to his evil smile, commenting that he would definitely be back next March whether Vaan wanted him too or not. With a rock forward and a large rock back his rocking chair fell backwards, slamming into the floor with a thud, leaving only the chair aboard his ship.

The man in the shadows was gone, and the Spirit of March was satisfied with this man being on his list, the lesson he was there to teach was actively destroyed and turned instead into a lesson to loosen up for the Vengeful Spirit instead. He would be coming back to this man even if he wasn't on his list next year if anything to just enjoy an even more out of sync party from the mans mind.

There was no contract to be signed, or deal to be struck with the simple check off a list Studly was determined and had made up his mind on the matter whether Vaan wanted it or not. With that, he allowed you once again to drift off into the slumberous void that was your bed... For the Ides of March were done. There had been a handful of people that never took his advice, or failed his tests... Vaan was neither of these people, and for that Studly was quite content.
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