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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[setpoint]

[Mako has been wandering in and out of the festivities. Parties aren't really her thing, but there's not much else to do on the station, so she's doing her best. She's in the library, pouring over a stack of books, when she gets Raleigh's text. It takes her a few minutes to get down to the observation deck, and she smiles instinctively when she spots him.]

Is everything alright?

[wentnuclear]

[ Pretty much like always, Raleigh lights up at the sight of Mako. Last month was... really rough, and he might feel aimless and without purpose on this horrible station but finds that when he's with her it doesn't bother him as much. He pushes off the railing to meet her halfway, reaching for her hand. He smells faintly of booze and less faintly of the pool, hopefully she doesn't mind. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. What've you been up to tonight?

[setpoint]

[And, as always, Mako seems to relax instantly, her guard lowering as she squeezes his hand.]

Less than you, I think.

[She's never really been one for too much pda, but she can't help but reach up to touch his damp hair.]

What have you been doing? Swimming?

[wentnuclear]

[ It's a dance, most people up here are touching more than they are just by nature of dancing. He lets her run her fingers through his hair, which is getting too long for his taste again. ]

Chicken fights, actually. You should've been with me, we would've won.

[ .... okay probably not, but it would have gone better. ]

[setpoint]

Chicken fights?

[Her smile widens to a grin. She's... actually never done that before. Oops.]

Does that mean you didn't win?

[wentnuclear]

I did not win. Guess I need you for that.

[ The song changes and Raleigh tugs Mako in a little closer, his other hand settling politely on her waist. ]

Can I have this dance instead?

[setpoint]

[She's about to protest about that—she doesn't think he needs her to win, but then he pulls her close and she lets out a soft, surprised laugh. It's clear she's a little flustered, which might be ridiculous, but she can't help it.]

I've never danced with anyone before.

[It's not a "no", though.]

[wentnuclear]

That's okay. I'm not anyone.

[ He'll lead, and won't mind if she steps on him. That's not really a concern, though, they've always been in sync. Even before the drift Mako had been able to anticipate his moves in the kwoon -- dancing isn't all that different, really. ]

It's a dialogue, not a fight. You just move with me.

[setpoint]

[It's true. He's not anyone. Anyone else would have gotten a polite but firm refusal, but with Raleigh, she only hesitates. They're so in sync, drift or not, that it can't go that terribly. Right? Besides, she's heard of a few attempts to determine drift compatibility through dancing, so...]

...Okay. Show me.

[wentnuclear]

[ Raleigh looks quite pleased with her agreement, and so shifts his grip on her hand and reaches for her other to guide it to his shoulder. ]

It's easy. You hold on there, and I hold you like this...

[ He settles his hand on her lower back this time, raising their joined ones to lead. Nothing too complicated to start out, though he does know some actual steps. Right now he's really just guiding her into a gentle sway with the music. ]

Then we just find the beat.

[setpoint]

[She's completely aware this isn't actually dancing, but Raleigh's smile makes her heart flutter, so she doesn't say so. Swaying is something she can do, especially when he's guiding her, so she just follows his lead.]

Like this?

[wentnuclear]

[ Baby steps, Mako. They'll work up to it, Raleigh's more concerned with getting her familiar with the concept first. Even now that they're together they aren't super affectionate outside of their room, the baseline being holding hands occasionally. He's expecting a bit of an adjustment curve here. ]

Yeah, see? No big deal. Let me know if you're ready to try something different.

[setpoint]

[It is a little odd, but Mako just keeps telling herself that they're dancing. Everyone expects people to get close while dancing.]

Something else? Like what?

[wentnuclear]

[ It's kind of necessary, yes, but Raleigh is very much a gentleman. If they give anyone a show it'll only be while dancing, and he doesn't expect Mako to pick up anything complicated right away. ]

Like actual steps? Nothing flashy, unless you want a challenge.

[ He's guiding her into the idea already, turning them so she has to predict which leg he's stepping with next. ]

[setpoint]

[Mako is cheating a bit here, and she knows it—a good bit of their compatibility is built off of predicting what the other will do next, so following Raleigh's lead is easier than it would be with anyone else. She smiles up at him, something almost stubborn in the expression.]

Are you saying you don't think I can do it?

[She can be flashy, Raleigh! Maybe.]

[wentnuclear]

Oh, I know you can. But then people will watch us.

[ It comes down to if she prefers to have a little fun or keep from drawing attention. He's up for either, honestly. ]

How does a waltz sound?

[setpoint]

[Oh. That's... actually a good point. Mako's not a huge fan of drawing undue attention to herself, so she hesitates. A waltz sounds safe, though.]

I didn't think this was the right music for a waltz.

[But then again, Mako knows shit about waltzing, so...]

I'd like to try.

[wentnuclear]

It's not perfect, but what is?

[ He's going to try, anyway, even if the beat is a little fast. ]

Same idea, just step back when I step forward and vice versa. I don't think we need a demonstration.

[ But if he steps on her, he'll be very sorry! ]

[setpoint]

[This time Mako pays closer attention, unconsciously biting her lip as she watches the way his feet move.]

Like this?

[wentnuclear]

Exactly like that. Just move with me.

[ It's pretty adorable how she's watching, but once she gets the hang of it he doesn't think that's necessary. He brings their joined hands in, nudging her chin up and tugging at the lip she's caught between her teeth. ]

You've got it already, see?