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the party don't start til i walk in

Who: the teenage population of the Moira, an angry Bones, and a liberated bottle of Saurian Brandy. Plus, any other grown up types who feel the urge to berate some belligerent teens for being dumb.
When: Just after the party for the teenagers, so backdated to the evening of the 17th and going into the 18th.
Where: Various parts of the ship, Bones' room, and wherever they end up getting effed up.
What: There is a bottle of Saurian Brandy somewhere in Jim's apparent future bff's room, he's sure of it. Sharing is caring, he's sick of this kid's table bs, and they are gonna liberate that bottle.
Warnings: Uhh, underage drinking. Stealing. I think that's pretty much it.

[ So the basic idea is this: the kids are tired of the being babysat routine. They are going to steal a bottle of Bones' Saurian Brandy to liven things up a bit. Fight the power.

So, here's the thing, pick a spot from the list any spot from the list, or use the wildcard and make up your own. Top-level (or tag out, do what you do), and mention in the subject line where your character is at and what they are up to, and if you are doing a top level for a particular person. Then the shenanigans begin. ~~If you get caught you'll be disavowed~~. Don't get caught.

Good luck.

Locations:

1. Who's in?
2. Recon.
3. Sneaking in.
4. Success!
5. Meeting back up.
6. Party time!
7. Caught.
8. Wildcard! ]

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[ He could tell something was amiss when he strode back to his shared barracks. Like someone had touched his things without putting them away just so. He could always tell when Jim did it, back when they were in each other's space at the academy — leaving stylus an inch to the left, or a shampoo bottle facing the wrong direction.

He could tell this time, too, when the possessions he stored atop his two cases of alien swill had been displaced. And it wasn't just that, he realized, opening the case and finding he was short one bottle. Someone had touched his things and stolen from him.

And he thinks he has an idea as to who. The doctor storms out of the room, his temper flaring heatedly, on a mission to find the bane of his existence and give him the licking of his life.

Easier said than done, with all the doors and corridors leading off into different directions. He only ends up finding the place by pure chance, by taking the wrong turn off the lift and ending up in a completely different part of the ship. He spots the mop of blond hair on the floor and stomps up without any regard to the other teens, grabbing his best-friend-to-be by the arm. ]

What the hell are you thinkin'? You know that stuff is illegal!

Edited (forgot a word there) 2016-08-25 01:09 (UTC)

[ Jim was a fair hand at being light-fingered. Sure, it wasn't his usual way to get in trouble, but he wasn't bad at it. He had learned at a very young age to pick the lock on the antique door in Frank's house, the one that went to his study, and take what he wanted from there.

Hell, he mostly only did it cause he liked the idea of being somewhere Frank told him he couldn't go, and screw him.

But this time, he hadn't been able to do it alone, and he also couldn't take the state of everything into account as they got in. Darcy only gave them so much time to get in and get out. He did his best to adjust things well enough, but in the end he must have missed a couple of things.

He definitely missed a couple of things with the way he was suddenly getting hauled up and out of the cuddling pile of teenagers on the floor of the room, groaning as his head decided to explode in a spectacular amount of pain. He squeezes his eyes shut tight. ]

Damn, Gramps. Turn down the grumpiness it's way too loud. It's not like we took all of it.

[ He's not even fully awake yet. What the hell? ]

Get off me, man.

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No. [ He gruffs defiantly, his fingers curling a little more firmly into the teen's arm, to keep him from trying to shrug it off. ]

How much did you drink? [ Because that's what he's most worried about, more so than even the stealing. His gaze trails across the gaggle of young bodies, observing each and every one of them to make sure they were all responding. By breathing or by groaning, shifting or cringing, he watches until they are all accounted for, until he's sure no one of them is suffering from any severe signs of alcohol poisoning. Then he turns his attention back.

And in one quick tug, yanks their ringleader to his feet. ]

[ Jim struggles a little at the grip, but damn, does his head hurt. He can't get the other guy off, but he isn't exactly in his best form at the moment. ]

We all finished the bottle. [ Which was probably not the greatest thought he's ever had on things to do and ways to break the law. He groans softly, reaching up to cover his eyes briefly as the other man looks around the room, and does not yelp as he's dragged out of the pile of teenagers to his feet. ]

Ow! Come on, what the hell is wrong with you? It's not like we took the whole thing.

Let me just preface anything that occurs from this moment onward as being relatively dangerous, and not legal at all. I'm pretty sure they've got rules on this fine ship about taking stuff without asking from other people, but asking isn't exactly going to get us anywhere.

Anyways, the guy in question probably has a surplus of whatever it is we find, I doubt he'll miss a bottle, and apparently he's also my best friend in my bright and gleaming Starfleet future. Sign me right up.

[ Has Jim got everyone's attention yet? Yes? Good. ]

I, for one, am sick of this kid's table bullshit. So, the idea is, we do recon, get in, get out, and have ourselves some fun. Preferably without being caught. The target in question, is Leonard McCoy and he's on Mero Deck in Room #11.

So, who's in?

[ Jean rolls her eyes during his "preface" but this isn't the first illegal thing she's done. Granted, the other time was to help save the world...

She raises her hand, stepping forward. ]

I can keep everyone covered. As long as everyone is quiet, no one will be able to see us.

[ Scott wanted her to be more outgoing, right? Now seemed like a pretty good time when she was with her own age group. ]

[ Hey, everyone needs a motivational speech, ok? Don't judge.

Jim looks over and smirks when she steps forward and raises her hand to offer help. ]

Oh yeah? How does that work?

[ She just smirks at him and raises two fingers to her temple. ]

It's a talent of mine.

[ And he may notice that all the other kids are now suddenly... gone. In the blink of an eye. ]

[ He's about to ask what she's doing, but then she's adding to what she offered--- Then everyone just disappeared. He looks around in confusion, brows furrowing. ]

Wha---? How did you---?

[ He's heard of some freaky things. Hell, he's heard of alien races that can do amazing things, but she hadn't mentioned anything if she was. Maybe it was something else. He's heard of Espers, but even the most talented human didn't end up with abilities no matter how high their quotient. ]

[ So, someone is going to notice a group of teenagers with not the best of intentions, so splitting up was a thing. If you're with him, there's a lot of walking like normal and then peering around corners the closer they get to Mero Deck. Jim's not sure what they'll come up against and just who Gramps is rooming with, so they have to be smart about this.

As smart as petty crime is, but just cause he's a genius doesn't mean he isn't sometimes dumb. He likes to think he proves that regularly. He stops as they are about to round a corner, waves the people behind him back quickly. ]

Back, back, back. Quiet. [ He licks his lips, leaning forward a bit as the steps get closer, and ducking back only slightly as the person moves past where they are crouched down close to the deck. Oh, damn. Jim doesn't dare breathe, cause he's not sure what to do if the man in questions turns and spots them, but he only stops for a second, before he's moving down the corridor away from them.

He lets out that breath he didn't realize he was holding. ]

That was him. Okay, he's in 11, like I said. Anyone got any bright ideas on how we see if anyone else is home or coming without us getting caught?

[ Cause they definitely do not have the tactical advantage here. Not with the limited space of the hall, and the hiccups all around the ship in trying to get places. They were just lucky so far. ]

[ While she may not be able to help with some of the things, she could definitely help with this. She's settled and listening, thinking for a long moment before finally speaking up. ]

I can turn on the waterworks and play the stereotypical homesick girl who got lost. Make a scene in the other direction to make sure you guys can all get out while giving you the heads up that someone's there. I can be pretty loud, so y'all would know.

[ Hey, a distraction could do it. If she can do that, it'll help them a lot. Jim turns back when she speaks up, and keeps his voice at a low whisper. ]

That's a good idea. Can you keep him distracted long enough for us to get in and get out in a few minutes?

[ They don't need a lot of time, but they do need opportunity and a clean getaway. ]

Can I keep hi-- [ She lets that trail off into a soft laugh, shaking her head. He didn't know her, but it still didn't stop it from being hilarious. ]

Don't worry, he's gonna be so focused on me I doubt he'd notice a party behind him. I've found most adults can't help but want to stop the quivering lip and starts of hyperventilating. [ /shrug ] I totally got this, it'll be fun.

[ Wow, ok, he's just trying to look out for everybody. He was not intending to doubt her abilities. Apologies. ]

Makes me wish I could stop by and see his face when it starts. You'll have to tell me how it goes once we meet back up to celebrate.

[ So, they finally figure it out. They all work together to do something illegal. Come to find out, once Jim gets his hands on the bottle that at least where he's from, it's very illegal. Excuse him if he just kind of cradles the bottle for a second like it is some kind of lost relic, cause he's been around a bit so far, but this isn't something he's had the privilege of yet. ]

We just hit the jackpot. Do you know what this is? This is amazing.

That we broke into someone's room and got booze?

[As far as Peter's concerned, it's just alcohol. They could have raided the bar and gotten the same thing. Sure, breaking into a locked room was always fun but it's not like they managed to steal an unreleased Pink Floyd LP or something.]

So are you going to just gloat over it? Do we need to leave the two of you alone?

Wow, way to downplay it, man.

[ It may just be that to him, but this is gold where Jim is from. This is why McCoy was their target. ]

Nah, I can share. That's the idea here. Anyways, this stuff is super illegal where I come from. You can't get it onto inducted Federation worlds without smuggling it, or having a medical license.

[He snorts. Geez, what was this kid used to that a booze run was such a highlight? Too bad that he figures this age thing won't last; Peter would like to show the teenagers around here what some real mayhem could be.]

Illegal booze. You know, I think they did that once in like the 30s too. Come on, it's just alcohol. How bad could it be that someone's saying no to it? Sounds like your Federation is filled with prudes.

[ It was a hell of a highlight when it is something that could get somebody put away for a little while or put in medical if you got caught with it back home. And honestly, were it something that was going to last, Jim would love to get into what amounts to real trouble around here. ]

The 30s? [ His face screws up at that. ] Like what? The 2130s? And I wouldn't argue with you about who runs the joint. And if you want to know how bad it is? Well, if we get too much of it, we'll all probably go blind, so.

[ He says it with a shrug as he stands up, and starts to put everything back the way he remembers it being. He doesn't want to blow their plan early or at all if the can help it. So, he's putting everything back just so. ]

[He snorts. Of course. Another person from the future.] 1930s. Geez, is everyone here all futuristic? And I thought everyone raving about the 2000s was bad.

Oh come on. You're exaggerating. You make it sound expensive and the only think I've heard that will land someone in the hospital is moonshine. And that really doesn't look like something from the sticks.

[He scoffs, but moves to help. Whether he thinks the prize is worthwhile or not, he's not going to let anyone get into trouble over little crime spree. Not if he can help it.]

Yeah, maybe. I mean, at least I hope the people running this outfit are. Otherwise, they probably shouldn't be running a starship. And 2000s, wow. Try 23rd century.

This isn't moonshine, but it is alien. As for the expense, I've got nothing. We have credits for trade and such, but for the most part, there isn't exactly money where I'm from.

[ He's grateful for the help, despite the sass. Once he's pretty sure everything is back the way it was, he looks over at Peter. ] Ready?

23rd- Christ. Why? [He tugs at his hair, rolls his eyes.] Fine, you guys can all just be all Twilight Zone on me.

[He'll just ignore it for his own sanity.]

Alien, huh? I think we've got some of that kind of booze around here too. [He smirks as he steps back to look over the room.] Not like all of us used money back where I'm from either.

Ready. [He jerks a thumb toward the door.] Race you out? Or do you want help disappearing in a flash?

What's the big deal with that? [ Yeah, Jim is just going to stare a little with his mouth hanging open just a tiny bit. ] Twilight Zone?

[ This is so weird. ]

Yeah, alien. Maybe we can go looking for the other stuff another night. [ Then the other guy makes a comment that earns a quiet chuckle. Perks of being light-fingered, he supposes. He's almost tempted to say that he'll race him, but something about how Jean was able to hide them makes him pause---]

Why don't we go for a disappearing act?

[ Let it never be said that Jim Kirk is not adventurous. ]

What's the big deal with everyone being from the future? You really can't see how that would be a little weird? [Or is time travel a thing in the land of tomorrow? Peter really doesn't want to know.] Yeah, Twilight Zone. This is totally an episode of the show, I'm calling it now.

Boo. You can only go once, huh? [He laughs, more from the fact Kirk isn't taking up the offer to race than his own joke.

With a mock bow, Peter reaches out a hand to the back of Kirk's neck, the other going to grab around his back.]

Just promise me first you won't throw up. You do not want to see vomit at high speeds.

I figure it's not that big of a deal unless you make it into one. [ It isn't that Jim knows of, at least not yet. It will be, but that's complicated. ] I don't even know what that is. Is that some kind of a holo?

Oh, ha. [ He scoffs at the insinuation. ] Trust me, I can go more than once, but we came here for the one thing, not a spree.

[ Jim looks a little confused when he feels Peter cradle the back of his neck, and his other arm go around his waist. He takes the warning seriously, nodding, and holds the bottle tight to his chest. Even if he ends up breaking his promise, with whatever the hell is about to happen, at least he doesn't plan on losing what they went through the trouble of stealing. ]

Promise. Ready when you are.

Says the guy from the future. Of course it's not a big deal to you. [He grumbles under his breath.] Holo? It's a TV show.

[Boo. He'd rather have a spree. It's been a while since he's gotten to do anything vaguely illegal. Oh well, at least this was more action than he'd seen since the Ingress planet stop.

He double checks his grip on Kirk, it wouldn't do to break the man's neck, and with Kirk's answer Peter takes off. In the space of a second they've moved from outside of Bones room to the rec room across the ship. When he comes to a stop he, keeps his hands on Kirk to keep the other man from falling over. Peter knows how people tend to react to the sudden displacement.]

Okay, dude?

It's kind of cool that you're not from the future, if that helps. I'm a fan of history. [ The grumbling is a little endearing if Jim is being honest, but he isn't being asked, so he isn't going to offer. ] We don't really do those where I'm from.

[ If they had more time than a simple party and more distractions than Jean and Darcy, then he'd say why the hell not.

Jim feels him shift his grip a bit, and he's about to ask if everything is good until---they are totally not in old dude's room anymore. It takes a second for his body to catch up with everything, and the first thing he does is drag in a breath. He's not going to fall over, but he is a little wobbly on his feet. ]

Whoa. Yeah, I'm good. I just---wow. That was cool.

Not really, dude. Still pretty weird. [But he has to laugh at the attempt. It's weird, but it's not something he's going to dwell on too long.] No TV? Dude, the future sucks.

[He hovers nearby to make sure Kirk doesn't hurt himself, Peter's seen enough of how badly his speed can affect people. Kirk's taking it better than most, at least he's not trying to puke. Peter gives him an impressed smile for it and puffs up a little at the compliment.

Showing off his powers never gets old.]

I know, right? And that's not nearly as fast as I can go. I totally got the best mutation.

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[ Jim is excited and proud they all managed to get back without getting caught, despite setbacks and needed diversions, and questionable use of super-powered abilities. So, once they get back to the party room, he takes it upon himself to gather all the cups for everyone involved, crack open that bottle of Saurian Brandy, and pour out a little in each glass. There's plenty more to go around, but from what he's heard this stuff packs a hell of a punch.

Once he gets all the glasses poured, and closes the bottle for now, he sets it away to address everyone with a raised glass: ]

To a job well done and gone off without a hitch. By the way this stuff might make all of us go blind, but what's life without a little adventure? It's been a pleasure working with all of you fine young people, and I hope to do it again in the future. Cheers.

[ That's the first little bit downed and whoa that stuff is no joke. He clears his throat, trying not to cough and laughs. ] Oh wow. Oof.

[ So, as the night wears on and more and more of that bottle starts to disappear---the party livens up a lot more. Jim can be found sitting and chatting, dancing, could be some more drinking games going on, an towards the end of the night with it all winding down there's a definite cuddle pile somewhere in the corner of the room.

That morning hangover is probably going to be hell, so enjoy the night while it lasts. ]

[When he got wind of this little debacle, Venom wanted no hand in it. Assassins were stealthy and secretive by nature, but theft was generally beneath him. Still, he quietly hoped Jim and his crew were able to succeed. He figured it was because both thieves and assassins operated on the wrong end of the law.

As he was returning to his room, he heard a bit of noise coming from some room. Curious, he peeked inside, noticing the ringleader pouring his spoils into some cups. He sighed in relief, pleased that they did indeed pull off their heist. Soon he slips in, quietly approaching the tall boy and his booze.]

Congratulations. I'm glad you made it out all right.

[May as well give credit where credit is due.]

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[ To be fair, thieving isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea, but he's a fair hand at it for someone who doesn't practice it all that often. Venom may not have wanted to have anything to do with it, but Jim was glad to see him at least come back in to the party after the deed was done. He liked the kid from the Assassin's guild who had a huge love for books.

He turns as he hears the other boy talk, and grins. ]

Well, we had to do a distraction or two, but we had good help. In and out. I was surprised what we found was as good as it is.

[ He appreciates it, man. He offers out his cup. ]

Wanna give it a try? I don't mind sharing.

[Venom can smell whatever's in that cup from where he's standing. It's like Lord Zato's brandy, but ten times stronger. He's not even sure if it's safe to drink, but Jim doesn't seem the type that would intentionally harm anyone.

Still...

He accepts the cup and brings it to his lips, taking the tiniest of sips. The bittersweet flavor lightly burns both his lips and tongue, and it's even rougher going down.]

That's... ah... rather strong...

[ Hey, in Jim's defense he did put up that disclaimer, ok? He did that with his toast. He let's Venom take the cup and drink what he wants from the cup, chuckling a bit as he sputters that out. ]

First time? Or just not used to anything that strong? [ A friendly pat on the shoulder as he takes the cup back from him. ] You'll get used to it.

[He shies away at the question, but still answers.]

First time.

[And then he stiffens up even further at the pat to his back. Physical contact is extremely rare within the Guild. Even the small stuff.]

I'd rather not. How can you when it's that bitter?

[ It's adorable, really. ]

Well, they do say there is a first time for everything.

[ He pulls back when the kid stiffens up, and takes another sip of the brandy. ]

It's an acquired taste, I'm told. It wasn't this, but the first time I had anything, I thought it was disgusting. Guess it grew on me.

[He's not adorable. He's an assassin. /pout]

You're far braver than I to go for more than one sip of that.

[But there is a lingering sweetness on his lips, followed by that bitterness again.]

Do you plan on drinking the entire bottle?

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[ Jean is feeling giddy enough from doing the deed - and getting away with it! - that she grins and takes a glass. Even cheers with the others after the toast is complete. Jean sniffs it, though, only taking a small sip before making a face and handing it off to someone else.

She coughs a little and grabs another soda. She really doesn't need anymore than the sip. That stuff probably would make her go blind. Or make her unable to keep her mental walls in place.

Eventually, she'll start to feel a little... floaty. Or bubbly? It had to be the brandy. Just made her more glad she didn't drink more. But she feels good enough to walk back over to Jim and say, bold as brass. ]

I think you owe me a dance for helping you.

[ Around them, a new song starts playing:

Just a small town girl,
Livin' in a lonely world. ]

[ Jim is happy enough talking with a few people like Venom that he doesn't clock her moving in on him until she's basically there. The stuff is good and his cup is nearly finished when he starts to feel a bit buzzed himself.

He had heard stories about this stuff, but damn.

He turns as he hears her and grins. So she does know how to have fun. She proved it with the heist, but this was a new leaf, at least for him to see. He takes another sip of his drink, and watches her a moment as the song starts to come on. ]

I guess I do.

[ He downs the rest of his glass, and throws the cup away. He'll go back for more later probably. He offers his hand as he moves in closer. ]

You gonna tell me just what you did back there?

[ She takes the offered hand and leads him over to a clear spot. Smiling at him, not able to help and not caring how her cheeks are growing warm. ]

I could. Or... I could just show you.

[ Adding, ]

Plus, I'm not the best at explaining it.

[ She's no professor. ]

[ Her leading is probably the best for all parties involved. He has a habit of stepping on toes. It's terrible. He can't help the smile as she does, though. She's a heck of a girl, he'll give her that. ]

I hope it isn't a you show me yours and I show you mine, cause I don't have any neat tricks like that. Unless you count being infuriating at the best of times, then I'm good.

But I'm good for showing.

[She was already drunk before they even were able to get their hands on this bottle of 'could make you go blind'. So needless to say, Skye knows she's going to get fucked up the moment it touches her tongue.

And she did. Somehow she's now on the floor next to Jim. Skye couldn't remember how she had gotten there.]

I don't think I've gone blind but I can't really see in front of me right now.

[That's because she's stolen someones sunglasses and the room is already dim to begin with.]

[ Jim was a little tipsy before the heist, but not drunk. That doesn't mean he's immune to the illegal alien liquor they just stole from that guy in medical. He remembers talking and dancing and a few other mildly blurry things and ---

Okay, he doesn't remember how he got on the floor, but that's apparently where he is. He shifts as he hears Skye say something, and rolls over to face her properly. Once he manages to focus past the drunk room swimming thing, he laughs softly. ]

You've got something in the way.

[ He reaches over carefully, and gently pulls the glasses away, grinning. ]

Better?

[Skye pulled her head back when he reached for her face, nose wrinkling. Then she busted out laughing.]

What the fuck?! Where did those come from?

[ Jim starts laughing when she does. It's a little hard for it to not be contagious, and looks around, seeing if he can notice anyone who is missing or looking for a pair of glasses. ]

I'm pretty sure you swiped them off some guy. Oops.

[ She knew what she was getting into when she'd agreed to be the lookout, but she had her secret weapon always ready to go. Some people call it being a little shit, but she prefers the term prepared. Most adults had a hard time not paying attention to a homesick teenage girl who's crying and making a scene, assuming they had a heart. And if they didn't? Well, at least everyone has a heads-up that someone's in the hall. Anyone who's not above the age of 18 gets directed into 11 or off to another end of the hallway to help keep an eye out.

It's pretty quiet on the Western front for the most part, although when she so much as hears the sound of footsteps, she's already gearing up just in case. So, when she spots someone, she's quick to turn on a quivering lower lip and shine her big, blue, watery eyes in their direction. ]

'Scuse me, I'm sorry. I can't-- um... I-- I-- [ And it's time to bring on the waterworks, complete with sniffles and a hint of lost and confused. ]

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the party don't start til i walk in

caught / closed for jim.

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who's in? / ota

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recon

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success!

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party time!

sitting and chatting

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dancing!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS.

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Cuddle pile

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Diversion! OTA mostly for adults on Mero Deck around room 11