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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takeshi kovacs • altered carbon • ota

[resleeves]

001 ➤ alcohol break

[ it wasn't a true party until someone took their clothes off and kovacs figured the place that was most likely to happen would be in the fucking bar, surrounded by shitty beer so that's where he was. his feet were up on a chair and he was leaning back in another, downing gulp after gulp of alcohol down like it was orange juice.

it tasted like piss but it was better than nothing. his awesome pink backpack was on the table nearby and he kept peering inside of it like something would suddenly appear. ]

This guy order any strippers for this party?

002 ➤ fight me

[ now this -- this was more kovacs' thing. bancroft loved to show off his prizes and he'd had to go a few rounds in carnage's death dome so he was well practiced in the art of fighting for spectacle. he'd stripped off his shirt and was circling around the perimeter waiting for someone that might dare take him on. ]

Come on. Everyone here a chickenshit?

003 ➤ two left feet

[ he doesn't know how he's ended up here. he's drunk and a little bruised so dancing is the last thing on his fucking mind but he's here, watching everyone else twirl around and gyrate and throw their hands in the air like there wasn't a fucking care in the world. occasionally, someone eyed him like they might try and get him to dance and he just glares, shakes his head. ]

Don't even fucking think about it.

004 ➤ wildcard

[ choose your own adventure! i'll go with the flow on anything! ]

001.

[disequilibria]

You could always do the honours yourself.

[ ava has a drink and she's - not relaxed, precisely, but more relaxed than she's been in a long time. nothing hurts, which feels utterly miraculous still.

she's also, quite possibly, a bit tipsy. ]

Re: 001.

[resleeves]

That your subtle way of asking to see me naked?

[ she must have not been here when he'd had his little naked meltdown. he'd have to do something like that again minus the meltdown and the broken furniture. ]

[disequilibria]

[ she's not been here for his little naked meltdown. she's not sure she would have liked to see a meltdown, naked or not. ]

Maybe. Or maybe it's me saying you should be proactive.

[resleeves]

That's not my job. I didn't organize this party.

[ the other guy should have thought of that his damn self. ]

His fault for not thinking of everything.

[disequilibria]

There's alcohol.

[ ava shrugs. isn't that what makes a party a party? ]

002

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan is probably more sober than most of the fighters, but! He's still blind! So... even odds? Maybe. No one will know until or unless they agree to fight the blind guy.

He's probably rolling his eyes at the display of machismo, though no one can really tell behind the mask that he's not taking off. He's also not taking off his shirt. Sorry, everyone will just have to imagine what he looks like. ]

All right, sure. I can use the practice.

[ What say you, Kovacs? ]

Re: 002

[resleeves]

You wanna fight me?

[ he stands there, arms at his side, and disbelief in his voice. ]

You sure. I won't take it easy just because the lights are out for you.

[kanyounot]

[ Oh, Kovacs. Pride goeth, and all that. Kanan just smiles faintly. He's a Jedi, sure, which means he's got a leg up on most people already, but he's not just a Jedi. He's also a former roughneck bar brawler, so there's that going for him, too. He comes by his twice-broken nose honestly.

Or... dishonestly, maybe, but whatever. ]

Don't worry. I will go easy on you.

[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. ]

[oorah]

[ oh hell yeah this is his idea of an actual party. and unlike fighting elektra he thinks he has a chance against this guy. frank narrows his eyes as he toes into the other man's space. ]

Not everyone.

[resleeves]

[ a thin smile cuts its way across kovacs' face and he beckons the man forward. ]

Come on, then. Show me you're not a chickenshit.

[oorah]

[ it coaxes a grin out of him, putting his fists up as he circles in, closer and closer. ]

If you stay conscious through round one, you can be the judge of that. [ it's obvious he isn't just talking shit. this is a guy who's put a lot of people down with these fists alone. ]

[resleeves]

If you can knock me out, I'll take a spacewalk in my fucking underwear.

[ is he doubting you, frank? yes, yes he is. inwardly, he has a feeling that this will be a challenge but there's very few people that can say they hold a victory over him. ]

Come on.

[oorah]

As long as I don't have to watch.

[ he works his way in close and puts his fists up, trying to get a feel for how kovacs moves, where his weaknesses might be. ]

Ready when you are, man.

2

[morethan084]

Uh, I think we both know how well that ended the last time.

[With him beating the absolute crap out of her. She doesn't hold it against him anymore though.]

Maybe show mercy for the other people on board.

[It's said as a joke, mostly because she knows he probably won't even listen to her.]

Re: 2

[resleeves]

[ kovacs glances over to see who's basically told him to hold back and rolls his eyes, shakes his head. ]

Don't worry, I'm completely sane this time.

[ no, he wasn't but he wasn't out of his fucking mind like the last time they'd fought. that had been station caused, not kovacs caused. ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy had been just as much at fault for that as he was, especially since she had been the one to start it. All of her pent-up anger just boiled over and it became a mess. The mess being her face by the end of all of that.

Things were still, well, weird and tense with them. But she's trying, okay? She knows that this place does weird things to people and she's trying not to blame him for it anymore.]

How've you been doing?

[It's a genuine question too.]

[resleeves]

I'm still here.

[ so, that fucking sucked. ]

But, I'm fine. Haven't gone off and murdered anyone lately. So, we're making progress.

003

[senateur]

[ If Padmé has been eyeing the man, it's because he's standing off to the side the same way she is, watching the crowd instead of becoming one of them. It's good to see so many of their fellows letting loose and enjoying themselves, but she has to wonder why he hasn't joined this particular brand of festivity. Though the glare is a pretty decent indication. ]

I wasn't going to. [ There's amusement in her tone as she steps closer, peering up at him. ] This isn't my kind of dancing.

Re: 003

[resleeves]

Nothing is my kind of dancing.

[ unless a bloody fist fight counted but he doubts it does. doesn't even compare to the shit he's seeing right now. ]

I'd rather eat my own fingernails.

[senateur]

Well, that sounds dreadful. Let us hope it doesn't come to that.

[ Just ignore the smile she wears while saying it. She isn't mocking him, it's just that his extreme statement is more than a little comical. ]

[resleeves]

Uh huh.

[ he sees the smile but says nothing about it. he's all about extreme statements. everything else is just fucking boring. ]

I'm sure there's some kind of fiber in fingernails. Probably a fucking delicacy somewhere.

[senateur]

Nails are made of protein, actually. At least in most humanoid species.

[ Which he looks to be, though she does try not to assume too much on first meetings. ]

I've never come across any dishes involving nails, but I haven't been everywhere in the galaxy.