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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
(no subject)
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!]
no subject
And Zer0, please. They definitely deserve it.]
Mnuhuhuhu...If it doesn't, I'm gonna be disappointed!
[He shoves his mask up again to have another drink, quickly emptying the rest of the glass and then slurping annoyingly through the straw for several seconds afterward at the tiny splash left in the bottom.]
Bet it won't be as good as the Fake Warrior, though.
no subject
And you know what Zer0's just going to stare uncomfortably at Krieg while he finishes his drink like an uncivilized caveman. Dude.]
Probably won't be, / We've killed several goliaths. / Could surprise us, though.
[Watch the kid grow up to be some kind of super charged turbo-goliath. See that would be awesome]
no subject
One who knows how to use guns.]
Pffff! I bet it won't! It's gonna take years for it to even grow up.
[He shoves his glass away with one hand and pulls his mask back into place with the other, and turns his one-eyed stare on his friend.]
Boredom will kill us first.
no subject
Or maybe not.
Zer0 makes a soft huffing sort of noise and crosses his arms on the bar. Krieg's right, boredom is bullshit.]
I need a challenge, / or at least entertainment. /
[Actually hold that thought. Zer0 takes a glance around the bar, where some of the patrons seem to be getting juuuust a bit rowdy, in that "this could totally tip over into something more dangerous with the right provocation" sort of way.
Zer0 turns back to Krieg, a big red :) popping up from his face plate.]
So, wanna start shit?
[best haiku]