you gotta fight for your right to party

[episodically]

» WHO? all ya'll!
» WHEN? sometime after the 15th
» WHERE? everywhere
» WHAT? house party!
» WARNINGS? i'd say blanket warning for language, maybe light violence, anything else, i'll update.

[ jim kirk wasn't the captain of this station. he wasn't even a ranking officer but he knows enough about people to know that, if you put them through the wringer over and over again, they're going to break without some sort of downtime. and jim's not about to be on a station where everyone's breaking down. no, he hadn't come back from death to die again.

so, he goes back to his roots. he goes back to the days where he'd spent all of his time in bars, hitting on pretty girls and boys, and getting into fights. maybe possibly they can cross out fights tonight but the rest of the stuff? nah, jim wants it all.

he trawls his way through the station to see what they have, first of all. and then he gets to work. the replicators don't serve great booze but it's booze nonetheless and he gets those flowing, filling bottles and glasses and sliding them out for anyone to have. he fiddles with the lights in the bar to make it more appropriate and even asks this new ai on board for some music. if that doesn't work, everyone's just going to be treat to him singing.

then, he pulls out chairs and benches from the rooms and lines the halls. he wants everyone to be together, to talk to each other and the halls seem like the most well traveled place. he draws signs that lead people to the pool where he's tossed a bunch of small things in to take the place of beach balls and toys. he even suggests chicken fights because who can resist a good chicken fight?

is it sacrilegious to see up makeshift twister in the chapel? oh well because that's where it is. dancing, he decides, is best for observation deck so he asks for a little more music filtered in there because who wouldn't want to dance with that beautiful backdrop?

on the command deck, jim rigs up some lights, making it more apt for a party and sets up a few tables with cards and other random things to signify money. if people want to do some gambling, lose their shirts, jim's not going to stop you. he prefers strip poker, really, but there are youngsters around so behave. somewhat. ringing the room, he finds spots to set up arm wrestling tables because who doesn't want to show off their strength? not jim, he knows so many people would beat him but maybe other people want to grab the title of 'strongest on the station.' jim will make you a medal and everything.

he wants to do something with the library but he doesn't want to wreck it. so, poetry readings. there's no mic but he does set up a chair to act as a stage and even pushes various other chairs around it to act as an audience. don't get too wild in here. the nonexistent librarian won't like it.

lastly, he finds himself in the hangar. there are shuttles in there that he doesn't want to break but it's a big space so fuck it, he goes for a fight club type atmosphere. people need to get the tension out somehow and while fucking likes bunnies would be ideal, asking for an orgy tonight would be too much. so, he draws chalk outlines of various rings for various different matches. he makes rules that say this isn't till the death, be fair, no hitting below the belt and, if jim were to get into the ring, you weren't allowed to mess up his hair.

he was the party organizer, he got to make the rules!

once everything seemed to be set up, he just started knocking on doors at random to get people out of their rooms and out into the open. this station was stupid but he wasn't going to let things fall apart without a fight. ]

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[ it's a party and it's open for everyone!! post your tl's, tag around to others and just enjoy yourself. there's no sinister motive here except getting that sweet, sweet cr. if you want to wildcard something being at the party, plz feel free to do that within reason, of course! hit me up at spoonishly for questions/plotting! ]

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[resleeves]

Oh, how lucky I am to have fun into such a kind, loving soul.

[ he was going to break your nose again, if all things aligned correctly. quell had trained him well. there was a reason people looked at him with such awe back home. ]

Come on, then. Square up.

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan's only response is to continue smiling serenely, and drop into a standard fighting stance, hands up and ready to dodge. It's easy to focus, these days. Back before he met Hera, he did this without calling on the Force at all, not consciously. Now, he does so with practiced ease, opening his mind and senses to it, focusing on his opponent - breathing, heart rate, the fall of his steps on the floor, posture, position and angle.

Maybe he does need to blow off a little steam.

But he'll allow Kovacs the first strike. ]

[resleeves]

[ kovacs is an envoy and while he portrays carelessness and restfulness outwardly, he can buckle that all down and focus when it comes to a fight. he is not a mess of limbs, swinging wildly. no, he knows how to handle himself and while he figures what's happening is a ruse.

he still steps in closer and swings once, not intending to hit, just gauging what sort of reflexes this guy had. ]

[kanyounot]

[ Kovacs may be on his - what did he say, fourth? body? Kanan has only ever had the one, and he has been learning how to use it to his advantage since he was a very young child - something that becomes obvious when he moves with an almost preternatural swiftness, dodging the blow and swinging his leg out in an attempt to knock Kovacs' feet out from under him. ]

[resleeves]

[ kovacs, at least, wasn't so insensitive as to ask how a blind guy could fight so he thought that made him a very good man.

or at least one with some fucking tact.

he's not at all surprised when kanan dodges the first strike since it hadn't been one meant to connect so he hopes kanan's not surprised when he hops neatly over the foot and then steps forward, trying to throw several sharp, straight jabs at the man's jaw. ]

[kanyounot]

[ If Kanan is surprised, he certainly doesn't show it, dodging easily - almost as if he knows what Kovacs will do the moment before he does it. It's not perfect, and not always helpful if you're too deep in a bad situation, but that twice-broken nose came after having dodged far worse blows.

He did say he'd go easy on the guy, but he didn't say he wouldn't use the Force. He holds up a hand, as if to physically block the next blow, but instead it will stop fully inches from his face, as if an invisible wall has sprung up between the two of them. ]

Your technique's not bad.

[resleeves]

Yours isn't either even if you're using some fucking witchcraft.

[ did no one just fucking fight anymore? fucking hell. first those two superhero idiots and now this. ]

Can't do it without your mysticism?

[kanyounot]

As if you would hesitate to use any tool you had available, even while sparring.

[ Is he wrong? Kanan doesn't think he's wrong. Kovacs isn't all that hard to get a bead on.

Besides, he's definitely going easy on him - he could just toss the guy across the room if he wanted. But that really wouldn't be fair, so. He releases Kovacs, before aiming an open-handed jab at his solar plexus. ]

[resleeves]

You think so lowly of me. I'm touched.

[ the jab connects and while kovacs feels it, he doesn't stumble. instead, he reaches down and grabs kanan's hand, trying to use it to pull him forward and right into a fist of his own. ]