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A healthy proportion of the rooms in the first level of the mansion have been stolen today, kidnapped and redecorated. Most of their furniture has been shoved to the walls (one room has a ring of couches entirely surrounding the perimeter) or removed entirely. The lights are shut off and in their place there are rapidly blinking strobe lights, black lights, red and blue and green lights, anything but plain old yellow and white, and the music that's pumping out is so loud that it's difficult to identify the genre, although it's a mix of just about anything you'd want to dance to. There's alcohol-- lots of it-- piled on tables in almost every room, and if you're looking for something else there's probably plenty of it if you just check in the right space. The entire setting is loud, raucous, noisy, probably uncomfortable, and designed to accommodate complete freedom.
In short, welcome to Gen2's first rave. It started out as a 21st birthday party celebration but that quickly got too boring and wouldn't it be rather pathetic if it ended that way? Don't come for the birthday boy, come for the fact that nothing matters here except the fact that you enjoy it. Yeah, whoever you are.
In short, welcome to Gen2's first rave. It started out as a 21st birthday party celebration but that quickly got too boring and wouldn't it be rather pathetic if it ended that way? Don't come for the birthday boy, come for the fact that nothing matters here except the fact that you enjoy it. Yeah, whoever you are.