☆ BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY ★ OTA!

[hischair]

When: Bonfire Night, November 5th.
Rating: Crazy kids mean this will be updated as needed.
Characters: EVERYONE \8U/
Summary: MCKIRK APARTMENT PARTY ahhhh. Please comment under the corresponding header for wherever your character is so we have a loose system! Assume the party's in full-swing when you arrive and handwave however you heard about it, the surprise all-day-long darkness mean the evening's activities just went into overdrive. Notifs are off, threadjack to your heart's content but remember to heed the post-it's in the bathroom: if you throw up, you're on clean up!

 

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KITCHEN

[hischair]

[ for the cool kidsss / alcohol central ]

open.

[thenormalsquint]

[There's no way, after the Boneys and the cannibals and all the other bullshit the City put the through, that Angela isn't about to show up tonight. She needs this party. In her mind, she'll pretend it's the birthday party she couldn't pull off this year, only no one else knows about it, but that's okay. As long as she thinks it, it shall be.

Also there's no way anybody should leave her alone around the booze because the first thing she's doing is playing bartender, mixing a drink here and a drink there for herself at first, but then snatching up a plastic juice pitcher from the boys' dishrack and then pouring in a couple (or five) liquors and some juice and coming up with a cocktail that means the taxicabs will be making a ton of cash in drunken fares tonight.

She will not be responsible for cleaning up drunk puke, by the way. Guests don't clean after sharing the joy.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Well, it's practically a requirement that he talks to the other people in the kitchen who're messing around with the alcohol, isn't it? And she seems to have put quite a bit of liquor in that one she's mixing in the juice pitcher. He raises an eyebrow, halfway between horrified and impressed.]

You planning on telling everyone how strong that is, or letting them find out for themselves?

[olduvai]

[ he's paused in the kitchen during his small tour of the house to find some grub, but instead he sees angela by the kitchen counters, pouring an insane amount of alcohol with the juice in the pitcher. the eyebrow raise that he made is almost reminiscent of mccoy's, if not for the fact that he looks more impressed than grumpy at the moment.

oh, the joys of not being able to get drunk - small mercies for john, it seems. ]

You know, there's such a thing as alcohol poisoning.

Kirk + Open

[lefthandedgenius]

[Well of course Lydia's in the VIP Zone, ie the kitchen. Presumably as promised, Kirk has bought her a bevy of exotic alcohols with which Lydia can get her experimental chemist action on. Once she spots someone approaching, she turns and offers her first experiment of the night: it's pink and sweet, a mix of blood orange liqueur, peach schnapps, and lemon lime soda garnished with a few maraschino cherries.]

Care to give it a try?

[olduvai]

Is it safe?

[ he's more than okay with experimentation with drinks - god knows that whatever concoctions his team members back home managed to whip up themselves are probably high up there in the list of worst possible things that he could ever put in his mouth, so whatever anyone in the room has got going on, he knows he wouldn't ever be as bad. ]

Not much of a pink person, you know.

[directives]

[ the woman who wanders into the kitchen likely doesn't look anything like someone who happens to be the highest ranking starfleet officer present in the city, but there's a phaser hidden somewhere on her person that says otherwise. and although she's here in part for pleasure, to just relax and be a person for once enjoy the party, she's also here in a more official capacity. and frustrated with kirk for authorizing a violation of the prime directive, unaware that chekov did so of his own accord and his captain's merely covering for the young ensign. ]

That depends on what's in it.

Re: Open

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[This is the third party he's been to in as many weeks. He's really starting to question what's gotten into him lately. Of course, that didn't stop him from showing up, nor did it stop him from bringing a rather impressive haul of alcohol -- taken from the casino, of course; what good is having your own business if you can't steal alcohol from it? -- and spending time in the kitchen mixing drinks. That's a lot easier than partying, and it has the added benefit of giving him the chance to talk to everyone who wants something to drink.

At least he's a decent bartender and a decent conversationalist. Anyone who comes into the kitchen will immediately be offered a drink. And they're strong drinks. Watch out.]

KITCHEN - Open

[gratefultogetaway]

[After the insanity that was the last month, Anya could really use a chance to relax and not worry about zombies or cannibals or whatever else the City is throwing.

Plus, she's never been to a party before. Or at least not one she can remember, anyway.
Add in the chance for drinks and food, and she's in. She doesn't really know that many people, though, so...hanging out in the kitchen, it is!]

KITCHEN - Open

[67chevyimpala]

[Alcohol. Dean is so there. He's brought some beer, some whiskey and a bottle of tequila, but that last one is just for Kirk. He's popped off a beer cap and is taking a deep swig. He's not dressed to kill, but he is dressed up for him: black, short-sleeved t-shirt, black jeans, a pair of brown leather cowboy boots and his brown leather jacket. The boots are new-ish, bought here. The jacket is an old, worn friend. He had a shower before he left his place and his short hair is still a bit damp.]

LOUNGE

[hischair]

[ DANCING QUEEN FEEL THE BEAT OF THE TAMBOURIIIINE / mingling ]

open.

[phonetical]

[Uhura's the coolest of the cool kids, okay? And it's not because she's walking into the place with six whole pizzas, three in her hands and the other three in the hands of some random guy she bestowed the important responsibility of pizza wrangling on. There's a random variety of toppings, though one box has SPOCK written on it in thick black marker. That one is half cheese and half vegetable and if anybody even so much as looks at it, they are going to bear the brunt of Nyota's wrath.

On the other hand though, this means the others are free for the taking, and the universal signal of serve yourself is laid out when she begins flipping the boxes open one after the other.]

open!

[hischair]

[ SOME BEAUTIFUL SOUL BROUGHT A DINGY and it's just too bad that Jim had commandeered it to scrawl USS ENTERPRISE BITCHES on the side in permanent marker, their loss. He can be found sprawled on his noble starship between the couch and armchairs, legs spread to accommodate the fact he's mixing appletini drinks on deck.

You better ask permission before coming onto this bridge, it's only a couple of feet across. ]

open

[chakotay]

[ having arrived literally on the heels of his captain, chakotay is now doing precisely what kirk accused him of doing and lurking on the sidelines. for the most part, he's right behind his captain, either in kathryn's personal space or just nearby enough to be a bodyguard of sorts -- which is hilarious, as she still has his phaser. there's also time where he's apart from her and can be approached at pretty much any time. ]

open

[candothat]

[Chekov arrives at the party with Lucy, who is, as ever, stylishly dressed. Pavel even matches in a button-up shirt that's the same pink as the accents on Lucy's dress, decent jeans, black boots, and a black leather jacket. Yes, they are one of those couples.

But they don't cling to each other, mingling separately and talking to their own friends, dancing together sometimes, occasionally dancing with other people. It's all good!]

LOUNGE

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Oh hey. She doesn't actually know your face, Kirk, but you're dancing and she likes to dance. Care for a dancing queen partner? ]

ROOFTOP FIREWORKS

[hischair]

[ pls don't fall off the edge okok ]

open!

[hexuality]

[As promised, Ginny Weasley and the brilliant wands at work at WWW (her...self.... and Remus, most likely) have put together a spectacular, custom-made Deflagration Deluxe for the event. Catherine wheels, dragons made of fireworks that breathe more fireworks, sparklers that let you write in the air, rockets with trails of colourful stars (silver, gold, all in between!), firecrackers, and a special set that bring the Enterprise to life in the dark sky, like a fleet of starships have decided to salute the party.

The young witch herself may be up on the rooftop observing her work, making sure nothing explodes that shouldn't, and simply just taking the time to enjoy the evening.]

[olduvai]

[ john's not what you'd call a party person, so he doesn't pretend to be even when he's surrounded by people, music, and booze inside the apartment. he talks to an odd person here or there, someone he knows or someone drunk enough to start a conversation with this special kind of wallflower, but the conversations ultimately dissolve until he finds himself up at the rooftop and watching the fireworks display with a crappy beer at hand.

all things considered, he can't say he's not enjoying himself at the very least. after the fuckery the october curses, he's glad for some downtime in a way that he hasn't been since - well, since mars. ]

OPEN

[fiamme]

[Ignoring the fact that Kori is literally a walking firework, outside on the roof is where she has been spending most of her time. It's open - it's not cramped full of people getting their drink on, and to be honest, she isn't afraid of accidentally burning someone in surprise.

There were a number of reasons she left the city to live in her shipwreck - over-crowded apartments was probably one of them.

You will find her near the edge, watching the fireworks display with a smile on her face. Even super powered aliens are weak to the lure of pretty lights. If you're lucky (or unlucky - either or, really), she might even show you a starbolt. ]

BATHROOM

[hischair]

[ god damn it this isn't that big ]

CLOAKROOM/BEDROOM

[hischair]

[ haha why do two guys have one bedroom how about get out / off limits!! as if that will stop anyone ]

OUTER CORRIDOR

[hischair]

[ because holy shit there are too many people to fit into the apartment ]

MCCOY'S OFFICE

[hischair]

[ it's boring but has a sturdy desk so i'm just sayin ]

ota »

[medicos]

[ halfway into the night, mccoy ends up chasing a few rowdy drunk people out of his office for some peace and quiet despite the loud blast of the music just beyond the paper thin walls. he's by no means a snob when it goes to partying, and has gone to a lot partly due, of course, to his friendship to Jim, but he's not a social butterfly, either. sometimes when the noise gets too much he needs some fresh air outside - and because outside is just as noisy and crowded as the rest of the house, he chooses the least uproarious place in the house aside from the bedroom - which he promised jim he wouldn't walk into until he's too drunk to function.

which they both knew would never happen because bones never lets himself get too the drunk to that point, except maybe that one time he threw up on jim's shoes. yeah, that was real fun.

so if your character wants some semblance of quiet, is out exploring the house like the noisy little shit that they are, or is simply looking for the good country doctor, they'll find him pouring a bottle of twenty-year old scotch into a glass by his desk. regardless of whether or not he wants to be disturbed, he knows better than to lock the door. ]