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Alexa Toretti

"I just wanna kick it with my people."

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a character in “The Vigilante Village”, as played by CloakedSchemer

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{"Turn it up! No, not like that. ALL the way up!”}
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|{Full Name}|
Alexa Toretti
|{Nickname}|
Lexi

|{Age}|
17 
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|{Sexuality}|
Lexi does not equate sex with love, and as such while she is a lesbian by conventional definitions she does not have any inhibitions when it comes to sex with men, and she feels no emotional attachment to them.
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|{Hometown}|
Boston, Massachusetts



|{Appearance}|
Alexa Toretti is the girl that always looks approachable in an unobtainable way. She has short dark hair that falls just to the base of her neck and deep dark eyes to match. She stands at 5'6 but appears taller in the many heels she wears to party in. Her build is slight and her bust modest often clad in a leather jacket that she deems as her lucky jacket. She is fashionable, in a cheap sense as most of her clothes have been purchased from thrift shops or what she has been able to shoplift from H&M. Lexi tends to go a little heavy on the eye makeup when getting ready for her night out, but it helps to make her look older, and her mother younger in comparison.  
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|{Powers}|
Psychokinetic Conduit: Lexi has the ability to stretch her own conciousness into other people for a variety of effects. As she is very inexperienced with her powers use, she is currently able to activate her power through touch on humans, and can perform feats such as seeing someone's memories, tamper with short term memory, suggestively coerce people into bending to her whims, and with the most of her power cause extreme mental anguish leading to incapacitation. Her power interacts differently with meta-humans than as they tend to have a stronger will than humans and instead she is able to sense other people's abilities and their level of power. Through touch with meta-humans she can use her power to enhance their own abilities or hinder them.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Lexi is a party girl and con artist. Her and her mother, Carla, spend most of their free time looking for new marks to scam through gambling, rent scams, or simple sexual advances. She skips school as if it was a hobby and smokes, drinks, and takes whatever illicit substances may end up in front of her. Over the years of scams that may or may not have always gone her way, Alexa has obtained the uncanny ability to talk her way out of any situation and think on her feet in even the most high pressure instances. Lexi loves to make people laugh and being the center of the party, and always bring the fun wherever she goes.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Lexi tends to bite off more than she can chew and then have to use her wit to climb out of the proverbial hole she dug for herself. At times it has come to blows and she has gotten her share of black eyes and bruises. Her mother in and of herself is a huge weakness for Alexa as no matter what her mother's request she can never say no to her. Using her powers in excess can lead to her own mental exhaustion and serious headaches which she then attempts to drown out with alcohol and drugs. Speaking of which, Lexi is most definitely a low grade functioning alcoholic, her favorite drink being whiskey.
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|{Personality}|
Alexa is very carefree. She lives life on a whim and does whatever or whoever she wants at a moments notice. Alexa can make friends with just about anyone, as long as they don't mind her crass and usually vulgar behavior and speech. She doesn't care what anyone thinks about her, but because of this she tends to treat people as if they are disposable. While one day she could be best friends with someone, the next she could be moving on, and leave them high and dry for any emotional attachment they may have acquired with her. The only long standing relationship she has had is with Carla and she doesn't trust anyone except her mother. When hungover Lexi can be a little more biting with her wit and push people away. And who knows how hostile Lexi might be if she can't find a drink in this village. 
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|{History}|
Alexa was born to an unwed mother at the age of 14. Carla never even knew who the father of her daughter was and she never stopped moving around the city of Boston enough to try and find out. Alexa grew up sleeping on the couches of her mother's various boyfriends houses and at times shelters in the city. Her childhood was unconventional but she was never harmed by any of her mother's cons and Lexi loved all of the excitement of moving around. When she was thirteen Carla and Alexa began working together on scamming people out of money through gambling at bars and clubs. Carla acted nothing like a mother to Alexa, and more like a best friend.

Lexi didn't discover her power until she was fifteen. It was by accident when she was trying to use her feminine charms to distract a man during a game of poker with her mother. She saw the man's hand, a full house two queens high, and started to just hope that he would fold while kissing the nape of his neck. Low and behold, he did just that. It was so perplexing to Lexi and so she shared with Carla what had transpired and they started experimenting with what Lexi could do. For the next two years Lexi became the linchpin in all of Carla's schemes to make cash to fuel her heroine addiction and her daughter's alcoholism.

It was on a night that should have been an easy mark that things went horribly wrong. Carla had been working on a heroine dealer to try and secure some product for her to sell, and then stiff him for his cut and keep the rest of the product for herself. Alexa came with her on the final night of her seduction to use her power to convince him to give him the drugs. But, to Alexa's dismay she was unable to use her power on the man, as he had a power of his own. The normal mental images that she would bend to her will when using her powers were replaced by odd static images that left her feeling sick, and she could see glimpses of him spewing fire from his mouth. The plan a failure, they were discovered. Carla was injected with enough heroine that was supposed to die of an overdose, and lying on the cold ground unable to move she watched her daughter be beat by the meta-human, Joseph, Alexa tried to fight back, but she had no formal training in fighting or the use of her power so her street wise fighting skills were no match. As the man held her up by her neck and opened his mouth to attempt to end her life with a spew of incinerating flames, what should have been a jet of flames was barely the flame of a match about to be snuffed out. Alexa was panicking, crying, and her power went haywire. The man dropped her and started to scream in anguish clutching the sides of his head. His nose started to bleed and then he collapsed with a blood curdled wail.

The police came next. Carla was taken to a rehab against her will and found guilty of possession of a class A substance. Alexa was sent to juvenile detention, and Joseph was sent to the morgue. Two months into her new life in the juvenile detention center she was taken to her mother on a visit. Sitting across her mother, they both looked like completely different people. Carla looked as if she had the flu for months, her hair was dull and listless and and was huddled on her small bench with a blanket and shivered every few moments. Lexi was looking slightly better, but she fidgeted every once in a while, and her eyes looked deep and sunken into her skull as if she hadn't slept in days. “Hey baby girl. This hasn't been easy, but being your legal guardian your lawyer and I have reached an understanding and struck a deal for you. In exchange for your release and attendance of the Vigilante Village I will plead guilty to the murder of Joseph and stay here in the drug rehab until they believe that I am not a danger to myself or others. This is the best thing I can do for you, baby, and I won't let my mistakes cause you anymore pain. I love you.”

Just like that, Alexa's life changed. Her mother got up and left after her little speech, never looking back, and Alexa screamed for her but she did not turn around. Now she is being sent to the Vigilante Village. All she wanted was a drink, but she knew that was going to be next to impossible to find here. She just donned her lucky jacket, clutched a picture of her and her mother in her hand, and got in the van that would take her to her new life. 
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|{Other} 
It is worth noting that while having no formal fight training Alexa has gotten into many fights in her life and she is not a girl that pulls hair or bites, she will square up and punch someone and do whatever she can to win a fight. 

|{Face Claim}
Sophia Black D'elia
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Character Dialogue || #923068

So begins...

Alexa Toretti's Story

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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }




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The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”


She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…




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After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins


He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.

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This was the third and final time the van stopped. The first time she was hungry after a few hours of sitting in the back of the large van, alone in the back left corner. Agent Malcolm went through the drive through of a Burger King for them, ordering a Double Whopper with cheese and a large fry with a Dr. Pepper. The prisoner at it with great fervor and was sated, her mood lifted to its normal upbeat self. They then played the old car game punch buggy, until she spied a corner store that advertised liquor was for sale. Agent Malcom waited in the car while she walked into the store. While she was gone the FBI Agent simply stared forward, making no movement with a blank stare on his face.

Inside the store Alexa Toretti walked directly to the older gentleman behind the register. She leaned forward, her lucky jacket open in the front and her loose purple blouse fell just forward enough that the cashier could see her white and navy blue polka dotted bra. “Hey pops, I’ll take a flask, a few nips of Jameson and a couple of Fireball.” Lexi smiled at the man, hoping Plan A would work.

"Alright little miss, gonna need to see some ID.” The man seemed firm in this, her first tactic obviously a dismal failure.

“Yeah sure thing.” She reached into her bag, grabbing her wallet, and leisurely pulled out her ID. As she reached out to hand it to the man and his hand drew near it she made sure that ever so slightly their hands would need to touch to transfer the ID. In that moment she felt her power envelop her, her mental consciousness flowing into his own. She saw some images of the man’s life , long days working in his small corner store, and a wife and two children that he cherished dearly. She quickly pushed those down and mentally spoke to him,“Everything is fine with my ID, you’re going to give me the items I requested free of charge and then I’m going to leave and you’ll forget anything happened.”She pulled her hand away from his.

“Thank you young lady. Here is your whiskey and flask. On the house today, come on back soon!” The man handed her back her ID and the booze and flask.

“Thanks dude!”With that she bopped him playfully on the nose and turned on her heels and returned to Agent Malcolm, waiting patiently behind the wheel of the van. The side of the van read, “Ryker’s Island Juvenile Detention Transport.” She smiled at the sight of it. Any normal prisoner would scowl at the sight of their captors’ logo, but Alexa was so happy she was being released today that nothing could dampen her spirits.

But now that she was at the gates of the Vigilante Village, Alexa was starting to feel sick. She couldn’t figure out why. It was like she was in a haze, or had an extremely terrible hangover. Instinctively, she took a swallow of fireball whiskey from her flask. It relaxed her a bit, but she still had a feeling of suffocation coming over her, and she was fighting for breath.

“See ya later Malcolm. We had a good uneventful drive and I was a perfect angel. You’ll only remember that I kept you laughing the whole time and you’re gonna miss me. Peace out.” She tapped him lightly on the shoulder and the milky, clouded eyes of Malcolm lifted and he said a small goodbye to her. She grabbed her one bag with her belongings in it and moved into the camp.

Students everywhere were socializing with one another. Lexi yelled a few woohoo’s and acted super excited to everyone she saw. But inside, her mind and body were screaming for relief. The closer these teens got to her, the worse it got. She could feel power emanating from them and her mind pushing and pulling these energies back and forth from her body. The energy felt palpable to her, permeating every cell in her body. She heard murmuring and chatter all around and her. And she picked up from the crowd that the party house this summer was probably going to be Cabin 4. Lexi felt that was as good a place as any to get away from the throng of people.

When she arrived at the door she barged right in – or rather fell in as she was already a little tipsy- and landed right on her butt in the doorway. She simply giggled out loud to herself and turned her head around to see three overly chiseled boys in the room. “Yoooooooo men. I hear this is where the party people are at!”