It was all Fetish’s fault; she had been the one to suggest that Rave throw her own party to get things moving again. It had been weeks of planning and thousands of dollars later, but they had managed to pull it off. The abandoned warehouse had been completely cleaned out and rebuilt inside.
To step off the street, one would find themselves in a small lobby-type area where a small clutch of security guards dressed in black would sort through purses, do light pat-downs and peer into shoes before allowing patrons to slip inside. Geirmarr would be found here throughout the evening, overseeing security with senses sharper than the men and women standing with him possessed.
A bright and cheery sign announced that LSD usage was not recommended, as the local supply had been tainted and could produce undesired results. Rave knew that no matter how good her security was, there would be drugs on her floor. The best she could do is warn her followers, since Harmony wouldn’t let her help.
Another small antechamber lay beyond with a coat check and a table set up to take tickets and admission money. Behind said table lays boxes and boxes of gift bags – containing everything one would need to enjoy such a party – free glowsticks, free earplugs, assorted candy, free CDs, drink tickets and pill-testing kits were among the goodies to be found.
Past the check-in, a flight of stairs lead up to what was once the main office of the warehouse, now redecorated and turned into an uber-plush VIP lounge. There is a smaller bar up here, a number of large leather sofas and chairs and food laid out on a catered buffet table. The noise has been muffled up here, only the dull thud of the bass making everything vibrate slightly. Large glass windows overlook the dance floor below, where the children of the night gather.
Off of the antechamber as well there is the main dance floor. Painted all black – down to the windows having been boarded up – miles of EL wire in every different color trace rainbows around the large dance floor. With a stage dominating one wall, and a bar the opposite the rest of the space has been left open for the dancers to congregate. Two small booths can be found in here as well, aside from the lighting control booth tucked back by the bar – each selling plastic bracelets, binkies and other goodies, as well as CDs and T-shirts. Bowls of fresh fruit are also found here, as well as at the bar – free, to keep the dancers energy up.
As promised on the flier, there are two more fairly large chill-out spaces, though neither is quite as swank as the VIP lounge. Second-hand, but incredibly comfy furniture fill these two rooms, and the sound here isn’t nearly as muffled as upstairs, but enough that having a conversation in close quarters isn’t too difficult.
As for the Goddess? She can be found most of the night, somewhere in the thick of it until her set at midnight. Either dancing with the crowd or upstairs in the VIP when she needs a break.