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thisavrou_log2017-04-12 11:18 pm
sketchycharacter) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-04-12 11:18 pm
Entry tags:
- agents of shield: daisy johnson,
- all about j: j,
- dragon age: the iron bull,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mcu: pepper potts,
- mcu: tony stark,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- mushishi: ginko,
- original character: adrien arbuckal,
- outlander: jamie fraser,
- overwatch: angela "mercy" ziegler,
- overwatch: lena oxton,
- overwatch: soldier 76,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- the raven cycle: declan lynch,
- the raven cycle: ronan lynch,
- uncharted: elena fisher,
- uncharted: harry flynn,
- uncharted: nathan drake,
- undertale: chara dreemurr
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Who: Friends of Nathan Drake and Jane Shepard and also basically anyone who wanders in
When: The local calendar equivalent of April 11th-ish
Where: unp̨̛r͠o̧̕n̢ơ̕͡únć͢͡ȩ͢ab͞͠l͘͡e͟ s͏̶̢p͏̡͞a̢̧c̴̶̀e̴͞ ̢bar̵͢ ͟͡n͝a͡m͝è̛ in Region 1
What: It's a come meet my long lost brother party. It's a birthday with no birthday decorations party. It's a combination come meet my long lost brother and birthday with no birthday decorations party. Also there's a bar fight.
Warnings: F for Fisticuffs
It's a lively night in the commercial area of Kauto's Region 1. A new restaurant and bar has opened, owned and operated by a boisterous blue-skinned alien named Jef and a meticulously hospitable robot named Enna. Drinks of all kinds—from space beer to motor oil-tasting wine to sugary wine coolers, which are apparently a delicacy on some backwards-ass planet—are on sale at a discount, and the food on the menu is Epcot World Showcase-level good.
The main space is seeing good business, but a private area in the bar, separate by a row of booths, is the site of a dual-purpose gathering. It must partly be for a birthday, although there are no birthday decorations of any kind, because a few attendees (they know who they are) are wearing ridiculous birthday hats, but strangely, Shepard is not one of them. Someone brought a pack of party noisemakers for those willing to make annoying honking sounds, and Nate might be one of them.
Good news for thirsty friends! Shepard is buying all the drinks with an endless open tab, and Nate's ordering more snack trays over time. There's also what looks like a pool table (but the game has inexplicable space rules), a dart board, and a foosball table with apparently-sentient tiny robots attached to the rails who immediately start talkin' shit at each other when a game begins. At some point, an alien who doesn't actually seem to know anyone at the party has sidled up and begun a game of space poker, and people are getting into it.
As the night goes on, Shepard remains unfortunately sober and the brothers Drake are happily sharing stories of their youth that each thinks makes the other one look bad. But a few hours in, a large crowd of members of Jef's species enters the bar and it doesn't take that long before an altercation begins. What's actually happening is, to those in the know, a complex social ritual that involves the display of appreciation for one's station in life and respect for the strength of others through physical interaction. From the outside, though, it just looks like a BAR FIGHT!
Pandemonium erupts, as some partake in the ritual and some are just patrons who are pissed about getting hit with a pool cue. It spreads with no rhyme or reason, all music drowned out by excited shouting, and at some point Enna hurls herself into the crowd and starts laying the beatdown with her robot fists, because this is not how she wanted the grand opening week to go god dammit. There's no calming things down then; fight your way out of the bar, or just fight!
[ooc note: If your character is on friendly terms with Nate or Shep, it's likely they got a casual invitation to come by tonight. If not, the bar owners have been aggressively promoting their new business, so it would be easy for their attention to be caught—all are welcome!]
When: The local calendar equivalent of April 11th-ish
Where: unp̨̛r͠o̧̕n̢ơ̕͡únć͢͡ȩ͢ab͞͠l͘͡e͟ s͏̶̢p͏̡͞a̢̧c̴̶̀e̴͞ ̢bar̵͢ ͟͡n͝a͡m͝è̛ in Region 1
What: It's a come meet my long lost brother party. It's a birthday with no birthday decorations party. It's a combination come meet my long lost brother and birthday with no birthday decorations party. Also there's a bar fight.
Warnings: F for Fisticuffs
It's a lively night in the commercial area of Kauto's Region 1. A new restaurant and bar has opened, owned and operated by a boisterous blue-skinned alien named Jef and a meticulously hospitable robot named Enna. Drinks of all kinds—from space beer to motor oil-tasting wine to sugary wine coolers, which are apparently a delicacy on some backwards-ass planet—are on sale at a discount, and the food on the menu is Epcot World Showcase-level good.
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The main space is seeing good business, but a private area in the bar, separate by a row of booths, is the site of a dual-purpose gathering. It must partly be for a birthday, although there are no birthday decorations of any kind, because a few attendees (they know who they are) are wearing ridiculous birthday hats, but strangely, Shepard is not one of them. Someone brought a pack of party noisemakers for those willing to make annoying honking sounds, and Nate might be one of them.
Good news for thirsty friends! Shepard is buying all the drinks with an endless open tab, and Nate's ordering more snack trays over time. There's also what looks like a pool table (but the game has inexplicable space rules), a dart board, and a foosball table with apparently-sentient tiny robots attached to the rails who immediately start talkin' shit at each other when a game begins. At some point, an alien who doesn't actually seem to know anyone at the party has sidled up and begun a game of space poker, and people are getting into it.
As the night goes on, Shepard remains unfortunately sober and the brothers Drake are happily sharing stories of their youth that each thinks makes the other one look bad. But a few hours in, a large crowd of members of Jef's species enters the bar and it doesn't take that long before an altercation begins. What's actually happening is, to those in the know, a complex social ritual that involves the display of appreciation for one's station in life and respect for the strength of others through physical interaction. From the outside, though, it just looks like a BAR FIGHT!
Pandemonium erupts, as some partake in the ritual and some are just patrons who are pissed about getting hit with a pool cue. It spreads with no rhyme or reason, all music drowned out by excited shouting, and at some point Enna hurls herself into the crowd and starts laying the beatdown with her robot fists, because this is not how she wanted the grand opening week to go god dammit. There's no calming things down then; fight your way out of the bar, or just fight!
[ooc note: If your character is on friendly terms with Nate or Shep, it's likely they got a casual invitation to come by tonight. If not, the bar owners have been aggressively promoting their new business, so it would be easy for their attention to be caught—all are welcome!]
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I: Drinking with Flynn!
[If Flynn has any shame about downing fruity wine coolers, you wouldn't know it, because he is knocking them back. He's amicably tipsy and in the mood to flirt and/or do a round of darts.]
II: Fighting with Flynn!
[Ah, a pub brawl, just like back home. It almost brings a tear to the eye. He has no problems fighting dirty, except that he's not rightly sure where "below the belt" counts for aliens.]
let's have a drink mate
If you're trying to use me for free drinks again, don't bother; Shepard's buying.
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let's fight
Currently she's ducking to avoid a chair to the head, weaving in and out of flying fists and stumbling aliens and humans alike. Narrowly missing the full brunt of a fist to the cheek, she takes the skim of large knuckles instead and twists away to avoid something worse, landing herself back against— you guessed it, Harry Flynn. ]
Oh, hey.
[ Look out, incoming chair leg. Elena ducks. ]
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[Nate's been in A Great Mood since his brother came through the Ingress, and it more than happy to throw back some beers and hang out with his friends. He's reasonably competent at pool, with occasional ventures into terrible or great. Good friends who come to say may very well get an embarrassing story about one Drake or another.
At some point, he gets drunk enough to put on one of the ridiculous birthday hats.]
[go fight win]
[BAM POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER. Nate's not eager to jump into a fight at the first sign of violence, but when some random alien punches him, well, he gives as good as he gets. He's an effective melee fighter, able to take a beating without getting knocked out of the fight, and he's remarkably creative in using products in the environment to ssend a message (that message being that bottles hurt when smashed on heads).
He'll gladly team up with anyone who needs a partner or step in to protect someone who needs a breather, and hell. By the end, he's still kind of enjoying himself.]
[choose your own adventure]
[do it]
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But anyone who knew her well could tell she was definitely being cagey about something. Even tonight she sat, leaning against the bar instead of joining into the fray of the party, sipping on something way too strong for a woman of her stature.
At least Nate is having fun. When he passes by she gives a nod at his hat.]
Never take that off. It's so you.
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And apparently accidentally crashed a birthday party.
She knows a handful of people here, but she finds Nate first. ]
Looks like I crashed a party. 's it yours?
[ She looks extremely repentant about it (no she doesn't). ]
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Their previous encounter on the dark street had left somewhat unimpressed taste to J's mouth when it came to Chara. Sure, there were some elements of entertainment to their childish over confidence and assumed edginess but both of those had too often come through as forced, making the whole meeting more annoying and boring than anything else.
So, at first she didn't have any plans to go interact with the kid, who seemed to be busy playing with the jukebox. But after hearing the first, slightly less annoying, song for tenth time she decides that it's enough. If no one else is going to do anything to this then it'll have to be her. With a drink in her hand she takes quick steps towards the machine and when the song ends J hurries to lean over Chara and push a new coin inside before they get to. Without looking she chooses the closest song, that turns out to be just weird music made by instrument that sounds a little bit like a violin. That is awfully off the tune, of course.]
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[Now this is a welcome party. It's easy to forget that you've recently been kidnapped to space when there's an open bar just waiting for you. Sam has never been shy about free drinks, and any reservation goes out the door once he's a few drinks in. He spends a lot of time mingling, getting to know as many people as he can or who he's introduced to, and eventually sets up shop at a table in the back corner. Beer in hand, cigarette hanging from his mouth, you might catch the tail end of an embarrassing story about Nathan Drake.]
...So he's standing there, trying to convince Sister Catherine that he didn't steal the extra dessert, right? And meanwhile, there's chocolate pudding just leaking out of his pockets and down his pants.
[What are older brothers for?]
II. Do the hustle
[Pool, darts, poker? Pick your poison. Sam will gladly join in on a game, especially if money's involved. Careful you don't get conned out of even more money in the process. It's a habit and comes with the profession.]
III. Let's get ready to rumble!
[Sam didn't intend to get involved in the fight. He was having a good time, why would he want to spoil it with a few bruises? He even tried to calm down the situation a little after some guy was knocked into the table he was sitting at. But when the attacker decided to turn his punches to Sam instead, well, he couldn't just let that go.
He's a good brawler, capable of taking down a few guys and holds his own against the punches that are thrown his way. If someone's in need of assistance, he'll gladly step in, and he's not above using pool cues or chairs for a little extra impact. In fact, the longer it goes on, the bigger the grin on his face seems to get. There's something liberating about a full on bar fight. It's just like old times.]
IV. Choose your own adventure!
[I'll follow you!]
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
You all right, Sam?
[The brothers Drake, against the world and against whoever happens to be throwing punches in their immediate vicinity; he can't keep a grin off his face at the thought.]
SLAMS FIST ON TABLE
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Hustle
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Story time
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fairytales
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II du du du du-du du du du du! du du du du-du du du du du!
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[Rinzler has experience with precisely one 'birthday' celebration before. It had involved ambushes, gifts, and a strange amount of focus on some user food called 'cake'. While changing solid food for liquids does seem like an upgrade, Rinzler remains incapable of ingesting user food (or, with his helmet, anything at all).
Ambush seems... not impossible, but difficult, when the user you're supposed to surprise invited you to the event. (Does that make it a good challenge? Feel free to weigh in.) Gifting remains an in-progress event. Mostly, Rinzler gravitates toward the Games corner, where he can be found attempting to infer the rules with varying degrees of success. Or laughing at people. Not that Rinzler laughs, as such, but if you hear an odd skip to the background rumbling right around the time you miss a shot?
Probably not a coincidence.]
B. is for Beating People Up
[When the first punch is thrown, Rinzler's interest sharpens considerably. When a stray bottle flies his way, he catches it and returns the beverage (weapon?) with a lot more speed. If you see him reaching for the disk docked in his back, intervention might be warranted—his opponents' poor weapon choices will do very little to convince Rinzler not to leave a slew of bodies on the bar floor.
Assuming someone does cue him in... well, a fight with limits is better than no fight at all. Rinzler responds to attack with his usual acrobatic ease, flipping, twisting, and dancing around strikes with a finesse entirely out of place with everything around him. And attacking back, of course! He makes sure to give at least twice as good as he would theoretically have gotten. Nonlethal, after all, places absolutely no requirements on anyone's ability to get back up when he's done.]
C. is for Come Up With Something
[Wildcard at will!]
B!
[ Yeah, Nihlus is apparently intervention tonight. And on beer-holding duty, considering the two cups in his hands. He's actually well-dressed for this occasion and he'd like to stay that way, at least for some of the night.
Casually sidestepping a mass of merrily pissed off fighters as they go rolling by, he slides into decent conversation range. ]
Think 'non-emergency hospitalization' as a max.
[ Rinzler likes challenges, right? ]
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[Not much of a party dude, Zer0 figured he could just pop in long enough to say 'hi' (most likely in haiku let's be honest), grab a drink, and then pop back out. His boss had invited him, so the least he could do was make an appearance or something. Would it have been poor form not to? Man he has no idea having a boss is weird.
The last birthday "party" Zer0 had been to had been less of a party and more of a painfully awkward "stand around and stare at each other for three minutes because you were literally paid to be here" sort of deal, so going in, his expectations weren't very high at all for this. He's pleasantly surprised to find that this actually doesn't suck, and though he mostly keeps to himself over at the bar, he's decided to stick around for a while.
And no, he isn't taking the helmet off. That's what straws are for.]
B: IT'S TIME FOR A BEATDOWN BAR BRAAAAWL
[Somehow Zer0 had expected the people around here to be at least a little more civilized than the people on Pandora, but alas, it would seem that bar fights are a universal constant. Not that he's complaining. This was actually pretty tame compared to the last couple bar fights he'd been in (which involved being paid to more or less blow everyone in the bar up but shhh), so he was pretty content to just hang out at the bar and watch idiots beat the shit out of each other. All in all, it was turning out to be a pretty entertaining night.
Whenever someone does try to attack him, he makes quick work out of knocking them unconscious. All non-lethal like. He figures killing people at his boss's birthday party miiiight be a bad idea. He does have a lovely growing pile of unconscious aliens and stuff on the floor behind him, though. Try not to trip over them while you're beating the snot out of each other I guess.]
C: IS FOR COOKIE
[And by cookie I mean wildcard me baby]
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So, so far, so good, as far as Krieg's concerned. There is plenty to eat, and he's not too bored, even though Zer0 is sitting in a corner being all anti-social with his drink and his straw. In a show of solidarity, and also in the similar mindset of not wanting to take his mask all the way off (he just pushes it far enough back on his head so that he can put food and drink in his mouth), Krieg's currently sitting next to Zer0 at the bar with his own drink and bendy straw, a giant dorito-shaped stack of muscles next to the skinny noodle man.]
Are we having fun, yet?
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[He really, really doesn't want to be here. But Shepard invited him. And he can't turn her down. Even if, in all honesty, he'd rather be in the little office she'd given him. Continuing to sulk.]
[He could have gone to the place he'd been sharing with Riptide, but...]
[But no.]
[So here he is, sitting on the street in his alt-mode. A totally non-suspect red corvette.]
B: SULKING INSIDE THE BAR
[At some point, he'll suck it up and project his holoform -- which, for all intents and purposes, is a solid projection of a lanky young man with wild red hair and too bright eyes -- into the bar properly. He can't actually drink anything, or eat anything, but at least he's there, right?]
[There and still looking sulky at a table, flicking straw wrappers onto the floor.]
C: sulking wildcard
[exactly what it says on the tin.]
B!
The enforcer's mask turns back toward the figure, low rattling of corrupted code rising to an irritated growl.
Quit it.]
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[Bars really, really aren't his thing these days. It's nice enough, it seems low-key enough. But he won't be taking any of the cocktails. There's plenty of fancy drinks without alcohol. He'll stick to those. If only because losing mental faculty even in the slightest is about as appealing as a tooth filling.]
[Still, though. He'd promised his team, promised Lucio, he'd try and be better at all this. Work on this whole 'relaxing' thing. So he does turn up. Even if he keeps to the fringes of the gathering, keeps his drinks to water, or other non-alcoholic nonsense, and even attempting a little foosball.]
[He's not opposed to people talking to him, though.]
2) LOCAL TIRED DAD TRIES TO BREAK UP A FIGHT
[... except of course there's a fight. Of course there's a brawl and flying fists and/or furniture. Because it wouldn't be a party with a member of Team Voltron if things didn't just completely degrade into a fight.]
[He won't shy away from a fight, but for the most part, any move he makes is defensive. Either to keep a fist from impacting his face, or to keep someone else from getting hurt.]
[Because while he's practicing relaxing, of course he's going to try and protect other people before himself.]
3) WILDCARD
[Hit me up with anything!]
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[Nate only vaguely recognizes the guy, but he looks like he feels awkward and Nate is lubricated enough to have a +1 to friendly socializing. He lets his beer down on a convenient ledge and leans over the grasp the foosball table handles, only to snatch them back when the little players start shouting.]
Hooooly shit. I've either had too much or not enough to drink.
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[Three little kids have been invited to a party at a bar. And somehow that's not a punchline, but a real and actual fact.]
[Where the idea came from exactly will probably never be uncovered by future historians, but what is certain is that there is a very wobbly, abnormally tall individual making their way through the restaurant, dressed in an oversized trenchcoat and looking...um...lumpy?]
Do I just go forward? I can't see out at all!
[Look, if you all didn't expect these kind of shenanigans you clearly need to indulge in more 1990's Earth entertainment.]
Party time!
[Once the trenchcoat of memes is unfurled, Frisk takes quickly to bouncing around the whole area of the party. They seem to have found a party hat of their own somewhere, and while they have been banned from the game of cards on account of no one wanting to wind up stealing a literal kid's lunch money Frisk is having quite a bit of fun with the foosball and weird alien pool.]
[Actually, are they...actually allowed to climb up on the pool table like that? Seems like a good way to damage the thing more than just existing in a bar would justify...]
THE MERCY BUTTON EXISTS YOU GUYS COME THE FUCK ON
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[Frisk has managed to get themself stuck right in the middle of the fight, scrambling and leaping out of the way of people punching and kicking and generally being rowdy and rude. It's not the most elegant display ever, but they're doing a decent job of avoiding any serious knocks to he head and anything particularly sharp. Notably, however, while they're not trying to fight back, neither do they seem to be trying to get away. Rather, they seem to be trying their level best to diffuse the situation, though their voice seems to be mostly drowned out in the ruckus.]
vincent adultman strikes again
So poke holes to see out of.
[It's definitely very totally normal for an adult's midsection to be talking to its legs. Shut up.]
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PARTY friend why
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mercy!!
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[ It was fairly well known that Adrien liked to socialize about as much as he liked a new hole in his head.
However.
Having received an invitation not only from Nate but also Shepherd he decided he should at least make the effort of putting in an appearance.
Courser had been left back on the farm to chase space rabbits. They really were multiplying at an alarming rate, not that the bahari minded but Adrien was going to have to put the murder cat on a diet here soon. The doctor himself, dressed in 'casual' clothing (not a uniform GASP) slithered through the door behind some more exuberant party guests.
Alcohol. Noise. Lots of people. He shot the door a look of longing, before giving himself a mental kick in the ass and plowing into the crowd.
For the most part the doctor was the epitome of a wall flower. Though casually dressed, he was in dark colors which allowed him to slink from shadow to shadow. Eventually, his attention was caught by the pool table, which drew him out into the light.
He watched a couple of games, giving up on the incomprehensible rules fairly quickly, but when the table saw a momentarily lull, Adrien moved in to take over. Anyone who came looking for a game got an icy glare -no he was NOT here to play nicely with others- and eventually the doctor was left to his devices.
These devices appeared to be ... trick shots. Starting with simple combos, Adrien began to build more and more complicated shots as he played with bank angles, ball spin, momentum and jumps.
Eventually, he was so lost in the challenges that he appeared to actually relax. Unworried about the light, noise or drawing a crowd, he wasn't even aware when a few side bets (over would or wouldn't he sink the shot) began to pass between the crowd.
A small step up from doing a jigsaw puzzle off in a dark corner, by himself? ]
FIGHT FIGHT ... naah
[ If pressed, Adrien would have to admit to jolt of adrenaline and a rush of a thrill to jump into the fray as it broke out around him.
But after one brief altercation and the realization that he probably would instinctively hit harder
read lethalthan was warranted, the doctor self selected out of the squabble.That didn't mean he wasn't going to sit and watch!
Wading through the mess till he reached the bar, Adrien hopped up on the bar top and reached back to help himself to a bottle of some sort of mixer (a mango like juice) Pouring himself a glass and helping himself to a little umbrella (what it was cute) he dropped some senc behind the bar to pay for his fruity drink and crossed his legs, hooking his toes on the bar lip.
From there, he sucked on the straw and watched the chaos with a curious sort of interest. Faces he recognized appeared to be holding their own quite well and in fact there were some nice moves being broken out on both sides.
At one point someone came charging at the doctor. In a movement so fast as to be almost indiscernible, Adrien drew the Glock from where it rested against the small of his back. Pressing the barrel square between the individual's eyes, Adrien didn't bother taking his lips from around his straw as he spoke. ]
Do not make me spill this delicious juice.
[ For the most part, if he recognized the individual about to take a swing at him, he might not draw down on them. But do NOT threaten his juice consumption. ]
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[ Want to catch him wall flowering at some point? Throw something at me! ]
not!socializing socializing
He closes his shop a bit early after receiving an invitation from Nate, figuring he should at least try to do something other than working and moping. He doesn't know what, but perhaps he'll find out.
From the moment he steps in, he's ordering something harder than he can handle and making his way towards the pool table... where he spots an acquaintance. And acquaintance who's shooing away opponents.]
Doctor? I didn't know you played.
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[Daisy didn’t actually expect everyone she asked to actually agree to go out to this new place tonight with her. She was trying to put herself out there more. Sometimes it was so easily to feel isolated, especially with her thoughts going to dark places when she wasn’t distracted. She felt so helpless here, when Inhumans like herself are back home fighting for their lives on a constant basis. So this was good. A night out with company she actually enjoyed. When Declan picked her up without Ronan, she couldn’t say she was completely surprised.
When they arrived, Daisy waits until Declan is out of the car before making her way inside and is immediately looking out for Ronan and Jesse. She didn’t actually expect for there to be some sort of event going on here. It looked like it was someone's birthday actually, what with the party hats and all.]
[Hustling and Drinks]
[Even if she didn’t know most of the people here, it was easy to get into the fun side of things. Especially the dart board, she had a lot of fun with that. Especially when she managed to hustle some people out of money, it took her back to a time that she both missed and totally didn’t miss. Hustling to get money to buy food, or you know, stealing. No stealing tonight though. Although she is totally using that money to buy more drinks and food.]
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[Feel free to make something up or send me a PM and we can work out something!]
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He only feels sort of embarrassed, leaning against the car while he waits for her to arrive. He supposed on an alien planet, he might be able to get away with this, and hey, if he rolls up to the bar in this thing, he sure as hell won't be forgotten.
If she hates it, Declan sure as hell will blame this fiasco on Ronan]
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2. Know when to hold em
3. A little bit louder now
4. A little bit softer now
5. GO WILD
a little bit softer now
Why did everyone always try to pick her up? The curse of looking like a waif, she supposed.]
The best.
[Is the muffled reply.]
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5. when (and how) to fold 'em
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The fact that no fights broke out in her absence was a good sign.
When Ana returns it's with a drink, her own glass half-empty with a fuller one placed on the table in front of him. She knows, she knows, they do little, but he can still appreciate the taste )
The exits haven't changed in the past twenty minutes.
( She may not have been by his side but she knows exactly what he's been doing )
Apparently this one should help.
( How much she believes it'll affect him can be questioned. Just don't ask what's in it )
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[Eventually, though, his head managed to peek out of the fracas. His hair was a bit disheveled, and there might well have been a bruise forming on his cheek, but his demeanor was no worse for wear. Without asking, he ambled over to the man and sat beside him.]
Put 200 sencs on Chuckles and 400 on Scribbles.
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[Despite being in somewhat odd terms with the host J didn't need to be asked twice to take part to the little social gathering. It was a party with free drinks after all! And besides, she had heard from few of her associates that there was a new bar being opened up in R1 that she had wanted to check out. So, really, two flies with one stone and so.
She arrives to the party about hour after the festivities had begun, which is actually quite timely for her! And just like always she's certainly dressed to impress for the event as she's wearing an elegant golden dress with matching diamond earrings and bracelets. Her posture and the way she carries herself while walking across the floor towards the bar is full of feminine flirt and assertiveness. At the bar counter she smiles at everyone who meets eyes with her, in a manner that makes it almost look like she's the one being celebrated here instead of Shepard.
The first drink goes down quite quickly. Just as does the second. And the third. Really, it doesn't take a long from her to get to the comfortable state of tipsiness. While her poise never drops during the night, her appearance staying upright and graceful despite the state of intoxication, it doesn’t mean that nothing else won’t. Just after she’s about to leave the bar counter after obtaining yet another colorful fruit cocktail she feels an accidental push on her back, making her almost trip. Now, while she manages to keep herself steady the drink doesn’t have such luck and ends up spilling on the person standing next to her.
Oops. Let’s hope that wasn’t expensive outfit.]
II: I'll be your connection to the party line (cw: possible drugs)
[At some point in the night J feels the great need to cater her nicotine addiction that she had neglected far too long. And of course the bar had to be one of those with no smoking indoors rules -- an annoying trend that J doesn’t quite get.
She steps outside of the bar and looks for a spot that gives the best cover from the wind. There’s been way too many accidents lately and she’d like to avoid being blown away by a sudden breeze or anything like it. She digs out her golden cigarette case from her purse. If anyone’s near enough or have good and fast eye when she opens the case they’re able to see rather weird looking hand wrapped white roll and small glass bottle filled with something that looks like powder. Something that’s definitely not a tobacco.
Oh. Well, darn it.
J pulls out one of the red cigarettes and quickly closes the lid of the case with a sharp click-sound. She had completely forgotten that the other stuff was there with her normal smokes as she had chosen the case just because it matched her outfit. She takes a deep breath, gathering as much air to her her throat where the small flame keeps beating and lets it move all the way into the lungs. She holds it there for a short moment, moves the cigarette close her mouth and then blows the air out between her lips along with few small fire sparks that lights the end of it.]
III: Get this party started, right now
[When the volume of the conversation among the quests and other customers starts to raise J doesn’t think much of it. Not even the first punch pulled manages to get a reaction out from her. It’s a bar after all and drunks settling their misunderstandings with their fists is nothing unheard of. An understatement which she’s going to regret because it doesn’t take a long before the whole population of the bar has indulged in a old fashioned brawl.
While J’s definitely spend most of her short life in different kinds of bars and clubs situations like these are out of her element. It’s not her first time, of course, there had once been a night few years ago when she had decided to make some soldier boys regret laughing at her and asking to see under her skirt. But still, this is very different. Here there’s no single opponent and the anger isn’t directed solely on her. She’s no fighter and aside from the sharp and witty tongue she has no ways to defend herself from the surrounding violence.
With no other choices left, she tries to leave the place. She sneaks around the walls, trying to find cover behind the furniture as she moved closer to the exit. But unfortunately before she could even get anywhere near her goal she gets trapped in middle of the fight. There’s lot of pushing and shoving and all J can do is try force herself though the mass of struggling bodies.
Then completely out of blue, she feels sudden hard hit on her temple that’s followed by a nauseating pain. For a quick second everything goes black and numb and only after the moment of shock passes does J realize that someone had actually punched her. Maybe it was intended as someone out of the party thought her being part of the fight? Or maybe it was accidental friendly shot? Who knows.]
IV: WILDCARD!
(Create your own adventure! Through the night J can be found from the bar counter looking for conversations/judging the music played in the bar, on the dance floor or perhaps singing?)
I:
She's quite pleased with her choice of a glittery blue dress and leggings, the glow from her circuits hidden in a reflective metallic sheen opaque enough she could pass for an actual human. Her disk is elsewhere, hidden against any chance she might run into Clu by accident.
Curious, she drifts up near the counter to examine the choice of drinks. The colorful liquids and bright smells are much more appealing when she doesn't have any need to try them.
When the crowd jostles, Yori isn't fast enough to dodge the splash of alcohol on the shoulder of her dress. "Oh, no," she murmurs in dismay. Do the laundry services damage this cloth? She hasn't had a chance to find out.
Then she looks up. The gold glimmer of the User's outfit, its intricate style and accessories, had caught her attention a while back. Her face looks familiar, but Yori can't quite recall where they might have met. Well, everyone at the party is likely connected to the Moira somehow.
No one's fault, but this is a very damp feeling. "Are there...napkins?" she asks, pleased to remember the accurate term.
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[ Saren didn't mingle. He especially didn't mingle with humans nor did he ever care to celebrate anything they did. Still, the invitation Shepard presented him with almost seemed like a challenge to his character and it smelled of Nihlus' influence all over it.
It seemed too predictable to turn it down, like something Shepard would expect and perhaps gloat about.
So Saren opted for the unexpected move instead and spitefully arrived to the pub.
He was situated at the bar and looked dreadfully dour for someone at a birthday party.
He was also taking full advantage of the free drink while pointedly ignoring any attempts at socialization. ]
II - brawl
[ At least until a brawl broke out, and someone was stupid enough to get him involved by hitting him in the back of the head with a glass bottle.
The responsible party is now suffering for it. Saren had their face pressed against the shards of glass on the bar table, or more precisely their eyes, while he twisted their arm harshly enough to hear a loud snap.
Saren looked very much like he was contemplating spilling blood in Shepard's birthday party. ]
II - GDI SAREN
[ This is Nihlus' 'what the FUCK Saren' voice. It's a bit rusty from lack of use, but the message is probably still pretty damn clear. ]
I look away for one damn second and you're trying to grind someone's face off-
[ Experience tells Nihlus that grabbing Saren under the current circumstances was generally a bad idea. Experience has never really stopped him before, though, and he does exactly that, reaching out to try and break the older Turian's hold on the person.
Or at the very least, direct Saren's ire at himself instead. ]
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[ Pepper doesn't know Shepard, but she is housemates with Nate. Naturally, she's here with Tony to celebrate the occasion. She's surprised to see the place so packed, but the more the merrier, right? She'll mostly hang out with Tony, but occasionally she'll step away to mingle. She's not much for drinking, rather spending her time chatting with others and maybe even trying her hand at pool or darts. ]
ii) we're all gonna get in a fight
[ Fun fact: Pepper's nickname is not only a childhood moniker due to her freckles. More recently, it stands in honor of her well-documented instance of pepper spraying a hapless security guard who tried to manhandle her years ago. Does she still carry mace with her wherever she goes, just in case? You bet she does!
Pepper's on her way back from powdering her nose when the fight suddenly breaks out and spreads like wildfire across the bar. Yelping as she dodges a chair flying across the air, she totters a little on her high heels as she hurries away from the worst fracas. Unfortunately, in her hurry she bumps into an alien who takes offense or maybe just looks for his share of the fight, grabbing Pepper's elbow hard. On instinct, she immediately tries to shrug the creature off, attempting to yank her arm away and putting all her weight behind the move. In the struggle, one spiky heel of her crazy stilettos comes down hard -- and accidentally spears right through the alien's webbed foot with a wet squelch. The alien screams in pain and unhands her while Pepper yells in shock because holy crap she didn't mean to do that.
Scrambling back a step now that she's free, Pepper reaches into her clutch bag and empties the small mace canister into the alien's face with an annoyed shout-- now she's just angry at being accosted, damn it. The alien drops to the ground, holding his face and writhing in pain, making unintelligible noises and cries as his foot bleeds green sludge on the floor. Serves him right. ]
let's all fight!!
Shit.
Squirming to get free of the guy that's holding her, she decides to give him a nice electric shock before slamming his buddy in the face with her face. ...Which is effective but hurts like fuck and gives her a spectacular bloody nose. With a few kicks and elbows she manages to break free and then duck low to shove one to the ground.
Finally, she makes it over to Pepper to find... she's completely fine and standing over an alien who is currently bleeding and writhing on the floor. Hawke wipes her nose, shrugs, and then puts her hands on her hips.]
Somehow that's both attractive and a little bit disturbing. Did you stab him in the foot?
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[ There are a lot of things that Jamie dislikes about this whole setup. The bright lights, the strange metal people and aliens - it's just not for him. But surely, surely, this place has some decent whiskey. Ronan can dream up a lot of things, but a good bottle of Scotch isn't one of them.
Unfortunately, nothing here seems to fit the bill, either. It's all weird alien crap. ]
D'ye no have any proper whiskey?
[ His lament is one for the ages, really. But feel free to try and cheer him up by playing a game of darts or something. ]
B. A good beating;
[ It was only a matter of time, really. And honestly? What Jamie really needs a good old-fashioned brawl. It's been a while since he's really had a chance to let loose, so when punches start to be thrown, it's easy enough to roll up his sleeves and wade into the fray.
He's a decent enough fighter with his fists, knows how to aim a great kidney shot if he has to, though it doesn't take long before someone gets him right in the nose and he can taste the blood. Not that it'd be the first time someone broke his nose - he grunts through the pain but otherwise continues, undeterred.
A lady, finding herself surrounded by a few large alien thugs will have an equally large redheaded Scotsman coming to her rescue, a few well-placed kicks and a bottle broken over someone's head doing the trick well enough so that he can roughly escort her to the door. Any other ladies need rescuing? ]
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I've been asking these guys the same thing since I got in the door.
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fighting time
party time ) pool
At the very least, there are a few familiar faces around once they enter and she stays near his elbow in something casual enough, the dress a nice change from her usual scrubs at the hospitals or her own sweaters and leggings she favored, hair loose and curling over one shoulder. It's plenty lively inside and the food being served smells divine, but the gathering he'd been invited for seems tucked away on one side of the bar, stopping for drinks first before settling right into greetings and idle chatter.
Snake carries a beer and Angie a white russian, her sips few and far between. Well, at least until he's found the pool table— then she may need to up the ante to keep up with the bizarre rules.
Nothing too fancy as she lines up a shot, pool stick rubbing along the ring on her middle finger and only testing the trajectory once before a precise tap sends the cue ball bouncing off one edge, angling back to knock another into the middle pocket, with a third almost making a corner. Wasn't one of the rules that you had to hit two balls at once?? Somehow... Well, it should count even if she only landed one. She'll relinquish the stick with a wink and scoop her drink back up. ]
We haven't been scolded yet; we must be doing all right on the rules, hmm?
[ Are they playing 2 on 2? Is it break time from the social mingling? Who Knows. ]
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SHOWS UP FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE WITH SPACE STARBUCKS
[Unicorn frappuccinos. Chloe's seen a lot of things in her time, done a lot of questionable things too, but she considers ordering four of the most garish, obnoxiously coloured drinks she's ever seen right up there amongst them. Good god they're bright. And sparkly. Her mum would have a fit about this and her dad even more so.
Quite why she felt the need to buy one, let alone four of the horrendous things she doesn't quite know, but she does know for sure that this level of experimentation needs to be done in a space surrounded by people, and hard liquor to mask the taste if needs be.]
Hey, you want to see if these taste as bad as they look?
2. In which there is a bottle of tequila, some empty shot glasses, and a devilish grin on Chloe's face.
[It could be because she's high on space e-numbers and sugar and god knows what else went into those frappucinos. It could be that she's already pleasantly buzzed. But Chloe has a bottle and a plan and the name of that plan is:
I've Never. Come on, we're never too old to play this.
[The bottle takes pride of place at the center of the bar and Chloe's already looking expectantly at potential participants.]
3. In which some catching up is had - closed to Nathan Drake the bigger
Hey.
[Chloe comes up to where Nate's sat at the bar and leans against it, extending a newly opened beer in his direction. She's been angling to get him on his own for most of the evening, and now she seems to have found her chance.]
So. Quite a month, right?
4. In which you can pick your own opener!
[Got an idea? Hit her!
Literally or not if you like!];)
[He holds up his own beer and clinks his glass against hers. He's drunk enough to be loose and relaxed, but it goes beyond the alcohol—since Sam's been here, it's like a weight has lifted off his shoulders.]
Quite a month indeed. Doesn't quite compare to the crash of the Moira, but it's pretty up there.
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IS THAT A SUGARY DRINK IN YOUR HAND? 8Da
IT SURE IS
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Tex arrives, looks around, and starts to mingle with the group of people she knows from Nate's friend group. There's one thing she knows, and that's that being allowed to drink without paying for the drinks herself means she is going to end up heavily drunk by the end of this. But until she gets that bad off, she'll spend some time playing games with people at the pool tables and dart boards.
"Are you sure you want to play against me?" she teases before making the opening move.
If you mess with Tex you'll be on your knees for sure
Tex doesn't know what started the fight, but she knows what'll finish it—she sees someone she knows from the TAB network, or from the old days on the ship, getting into it, and she doesn't hesitate to jump into the fray herself. She grabs their opponent from behind and prepares to suplex them.
Unfortunately, she's had a bit too much to drink for that to work as easily as it normally would and she ends up letting the person go. Time for a good old-fashioned punch to be thrown, instead.
Closed to Ryuuzaki
She's played a few games of darts before she ends up seeing Daniel with a woman, someone who gives him some fancy whipped drink. She tries not to be jealous, but she can't change her nature, and she approaches him not long after he takes leave of the woman to see what's going on.
"Is that alcoholic?" she asks him when she makes her way to his side. It would be weird for him to partake in much alcohol, even if they were togetgher in the privacy of their home, but he's even less likely to drink in a setting like this one.
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Come up with something and tag her!
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About a third of the drink is gone now, and he pauses to consider the cup before he answers her.
"You know, I really hope not. If it is, the flavor of the alcohol is disguised. But I don't think it is. It's from a coffee shop... it's merely extraordinarily sweet." He widens his eyes to a look of extreme innocence, then adds, "They say it's made of unicorns."
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