The Ball Pit Rave (Manehatten City: Night)

[moonshineTheleocat]

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Manehatten City. A city with two different lifes in the spectrums of the day. The day time, where business is at it's prime. The time that most ponies know the city for, as pony pulled taxis rolled by in the hustle and bustle of the ponies scrambling about. And the occasional and insignificant arguments between two ponies, because one happened to bump the other's shoulder and spill their coffee on a nice jacket.

Then there was the night life. Fewer ponies roamed the streets when the sun is down. But the limelight of the moon and street lamps replaced what was missing well enough. Colorful lights also decorated buildings, and the occasional searchlight gave through the bleak blueish black sky to mark out area's of interest. One such searchlight, that and fliers surging through the province of Equestria, lead to a particular warehouse located in the business sector of the town.

The air was quiet, and the front glass door lights were currently off. Not that any pony could see through the glass. For it war Red ropes wrapped around the sidewalks. And inside it's boundary was a growing line of ponies who were interested in what this particular club had in store tonight.

For the Labryinth was one of the more well known clubs in Manehatten. Normally free to the public, and always accepting new guests. Normally, the club gets it's name for being a jazz club. However, twice a month it turns it's tides to a large variety of jaunty and hearth pounding raves.

But even a club normally open to the public has it's crowd limit. And it's VIPs. This is evident by the two rather burly bounces just waiting outside of the door.

One of them, a burly looking griffon leaning on the wall and positioned in front of the line. He was with a handful of scars and tattoos stretching across his body. He was the kind who took his job way to seriously. His expression spoke it all. Flat and stoic.

The other one, is a smaller pony. He was station on the other side of the door outside of the building. It'd be assumed he was placed there just to make the griffon look tougher, but on his hip was a nasty surprise to those who tempted him. A nightstick and a can of mace.

And inside the currently closed, but soon to be opened club. Most of the lights were off, kept for a few to allow those who were inside to see where they were stepping.

“Well...” hummed Java in a musical note.

The pony was no longer wearing his usual outfit. But instead he dressed for the occasion. His messy mane was matted down by a tan-esque flat-cap that had it's bill tipped more to the front. A pony tail strung through large polished titanium beads hung to the side. He wore a white polo underneath a vest. The vest was covered in the design of an atlas with the compass rose located on the front right portion of the pony's chest.

He was standing on the second floor, or the entrance level when regarded to the front door, next to a life long friend of his, a griffon named Leonard. He looked down to what used to be a dance floor. A massive amount of colorful little orbs littered the ground. No, they did more than littered. They filled the dance floor. The entire dance floor was literally a buckin swimming pool of plastic balls. One massive ball pit.

The pit was designed to be shallower closer to the edges of the large room to allow for the ponies who do want to dance, to dance while kicking up plastic rotound objects in their sweet moves. And those who wanted something crazier... would likely be in the center, where the ball pit was incredibly deep.

And in the center of the room, just slightly higher than the ball pit, was a round center stage where the night's DJ would play her sweet tunes for her loyal crowd.

“... this is by far the STRAAAAANGEST idea we have ever came up with...” Java hummed to his griffon friend. A demented smile crossing his face as he now placed his hooves up on the railing to take a look down to the floor below.

“Hm..hmm... hmm....” Leonard chuckled cooly, as he reclined back in a chair. His talons behind his head. “If the kiddies want to have a ball. I provide. If the kiddies want something ridiculous, that's what I give. Be the ball pit a little to much, hmm... then this ole Sax bird says they can go home and let the big boys play tonight.”

“Well... uh... let's hope things go well tonight. I'd hate to say this... you know... this took two weeks to find some pony with a metric buckload of plastic balls. And get them here. And don't even get me started with the light show.." The pony sighed, glancing down to his bandaged hoof.

“Heh, we'll be fine, daddy-oh,” cooed Leonard. He shifted just a bit to slip a talon into his pocket and pull out a small golden pocket watch.

“Five minutes to Open, Mon-ami,” The dapper dressed flying cat called out to a nearby mare. “You ready to shine, love?”

[SunsetSombra]

Just a few more checks and she'd be good to go...yeah, she was pretty happy with the setup so far an' thus bore the casual smile of a pony who was about to hit yet another high point in a career that despite not being the longest, was certainly one of the brightest. Vinyl was always pretty thankful that she'd been able to really make something of an impact with the styles of music that she'd jumped on board and taken by the proverbial horns - reaching relatively impressive heights, and even managing to snag the Royal Wedding gig a while ago.

Club scenes, though, always heralded as a place she could chill an' get down to the basics - no frills, no special setup or plan...just a good night full of music, ponies and good times all condensed into one location. A place like this club was always welcome to the mare, who could never turn down hosting good times in good nightclubs...and this one fit the bill just nicely!

“You ready to shine, love?”

The question was heard, and the partymare tweaked her trademark shades and gave an impish grin as she gives a nod in reply.

" Yeah, I think we got all we need - stuffs checkin' out, an' I got the feelin' I'm about as ready as I can get. "

She stretches and leans against her equipment, stroking a hoof along one of the ready and waiting pieces of equipment hooked up and ready to roll at anytime...she knew that these things had seen many a good time and lead a bunch of parties, proving reliable and entirely hardy when travelling and generally being stowed away for varying periods of time. She also had with her a large enough attache case filled to the brim with musical discs, each of them either popular hits amongst equestrian folks, or stuff that she'd experimented with and had an idea on how to make it work for whatever she needed - whatever her party music mood needs, she was absolutely certain that she had something that would sate even the most particularly picky of partying ponies!

" Open the door an' let's get the show started! " she says with a chuckle...eager to see just what fun lay in store for both herself and the ponies who'd gather here in a few short moments!

[moonshineTheleocat]

“Good to hear, mon'ami,” Leonard chuckled as he now shifted a talon to flick his fedora back so he could see the door.

Java had dropped back down onto all fours and began to climb up the maintenance staircase to power up the lights by throwing a large breaker.

With a low electrical hum, the club lit up almost completely. Strobe lights flickered down onto the club floor, and lasers were already moving about. But more curiously, was the metal fencing that hung just a few feet bewlow the ceiling. This of course was a small surprise for later when ever the DJ started up her track.

And by cue, after noticing the lights through the door, The two bounces outside nodded to each other, and began to allow the line inside.

RULES

• Please follow the WoE rules accordingly
  
• NPCs are open for use by all RPers.
  
• Characters are allowed to have conflict with the bouncers (After all, they can be jerk faces sometime)
  

[SteelEagle]

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Bon Bon had a headache the size of a Canterlot noble's rear, a massive janking sort of pain that was distracting her. She had come to the big city for a simple trading expo and some business but the only thing she had tasted was failure and felt was...equal amounts of failure. It had been a big, fat, fail all around. First she had arrived late and whoever had been in charge of dealing woth her bonbons had treated them roughly, leaving several broken and making her appear a failure. The big stores in the area had representatives come to these expos and test out various products. They had many to choose from and most passed on her based on the aesthetics alone, probably thinking her story of being a lifetime creator of the best bonbons in the world a lie! Uggh. All she had been able to do was sign a single deal with some small chain. Yeah, it was better than nothing but the onkly reason she got anything was because the chain was too poor to pay for anything of any real renown.

The stench of failure had followed her mentally from stop to stop that day and by the time the expo had wrapped up, it had feasted itself on the fragile percentage of her ego. She just wanted to go home and die. The look of sadness on Lyra's face when pulled back into a faux smile was one of the worst things a lover could ever see. Honesty was the best policy even if the honest truth was you were dissapointed by the failure of your lover. She needed something to distract herself from the image of Lyra's face that night as they went to bed. Luckily for her as she trotted downtown with her hea held low, the rhythmatic bumpings of a club stole her internal beat. Oh yeah. That could be fun. Less fun with no Lyra, but fun nonetheless. The line was long but started to filter in fast- Bon Bon herself bustled on in and two minutes after first noticing the music she was in!

[SunsetSombra]

Vinyl stretches behind the desk for a moment, tweaking her shades as she kept a momentary watch of the front door - any moment now, a herd of party-seeking ponies would come on through and make tonights little shindig a lively little number that many of 'em may well remember and enjoy for a good while to come...at least, that's kinda what she hoped.

For the most part, she was always a little anxious when it came to the opening of doors...you could never tell quite who the clientelle would be, nor how they might be feeling - their expectations could never truly be expected with any real accuracy, save for the fact that many of them would have come to the club seeking a particular music or freedom from the regular anxieties of the world outside. Ponies were a fairly mixed bag though, and there were always a few potential troublemakers here or there that could make things a little less fun for those around them - those were the kinds of visiting clients for a club that Vinyl had no problem with tossing out herself if they got on her nerves, let alone anypony elses.

Still, she chuckles slightly to herself and bobs her head to the heavy beat coming from the music she was currently in charge of - Whatever was gonna come in tonights crowd was something she'd just have to, as ever, just try and leave for the bouncers to handle.

Vinyl knew exactly what her task for the night was, and she had no intentions of doing anything less than the atypically awesome Pon3 party all night long - just as it should be!