Saturday night/Sunday morning @ midnight

Open to any interested cohabitants:

When the sky opens up and time reaches its linear endpoint singularity, will we fill the everlasting void with silence? Let us first fill ourselves with sound. Bring your flyest drones, for we must be too fly not to fly. Starts at midnight and stretches out into infinity (although equation-wise, we’ll technically be working from the other side of time). Don’t get caught with your drawers down.