CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

[governorkang]

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.

Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.

Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.

The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!

[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]

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The kitchen

[deep_sky_diving]

Slightly terrifying things have happened to the kitchen—sleek boxes and paneled equipment set up everywhere, wires running back and forth, and weird dishes and pots and pans made out of some carbon-composite material. The heat that pours out of the room through the open windows is oppressive—and from a few speakers hidden in nooks and crannies, music plays to accompany Tess as she splits her attention a few different ways to handle all the dishes she has cooking.

She's in her suit, for the time being, with the helmet closed—probably because of the heat. It seems rather handy, at least... no worries about getting splashed with any of the hot grease.

If you feel like trying to snack on something before it's done, why don't you come in? Just watch your step—and don't let the heat knock you over.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

There is so friggin' much repairwork for Engineering to get on, but it's important to take time out for rest after having your deepest emotional trauma being thrown in your face, so Allen gladly takes some time to visit Kang's pub. And his ale.

"Neat place. Build it yourself?"

[governorkang]

"No, I was too busy with my work as the Governor," Kang smiled. "This place was well-known, right outside the city walls. I visited it on occasion."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Cleaned up, Kaylee probably looked worse than she did when she'd been covered in the dirt and grime from the nightmares. Bruises on her neck and forearms could be seen now, as well as the several cuts and scrapes over the rest of her. Her left arm sat somewhat comfortably in its sling, to minimize movement, and thankfully that was the worst of her injuries. She probably wouldn't have been able to get Kang off her back if she'd had anything worse.

She settled at one of the many tables in the tavern, pleased with the slowly growing number of people. Thank God for Kang and his tavern.

[governorkang]

No, she wouldn't have. Kang was very protective of the girl. As soon as he saw her, he smiled and moved to sit down next to her, "You look like you'll be fine in no time." A tankard was set in front of her. "Here. It's a brew my friend came up with, called Cactus Juice."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

There was, perhaps, one person who arrived that was rather unexpected.

The Seer, Cargn Thane, entered quietly through the door, watching those who had entered before him. Instead of the massive suit of armor he wore during the battle, he instead wore a simple gray robe. Even outside of the heavy armor he towered over most of the crew at 8' tall.

He took a tankard of ale and settled down at one of the tables, the mysticism that normally surrounded him somewhat dispelled as he downed the alcohol before him.

[governorkang]

Kang already had a tankard of cactus juice in hand, and was leaning against the bar, watching everyone else. The crowd may have been different from what the tavern had typically seen before, but it felt good to see full tables and to hear laughter. They all needed this.

He still had bandages on his wing membrane, thigh, and the end of his tail, and a few scrapes and cuts, but the injuries were healing up nicely and didn't bother him much anymore.

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

"Hey Kang!" A party! What timing! "Just what's going on? I was walking down the halls and the next thing I know I've been spat out in the city wondering where my cake went. Just what happened here?"

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Will was in.. well, let's just call them 'spirits'. For once, he wasn't talking to anyone, wasn't trying to lighten people's moods.. he just wanted to drink. And drink. And drink.

So he sat at the bar and fumbled time after time with his lager (stupid bandaged hands make it hard to hold anything), and thought about times past.. better times, when drinking was for fun and not with a purpose.

Trying to forget was hard.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo notices Will having some problems with his drink, mainly due to his hands. It takes some consideration, and she even has to duck out of the inn for a bit to find the solution, but she soon has it.

She pops up behind him and deposits a straw in his drink, offering a little grin. "Rest your hands some, hm? It's hard to celebrate if you're hurting while doing so."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo is one of the few people unaffected by the Nightmare King's shenanigans. As such, she figures that everyone else needs a bit of time to rest up, so she's taken duties as the 'tavern wench'. Or, if you want to leave it in modern terms, 'waitress'.

She's constantly moving, scanning the room to gauge the level of drinks in their mugs and flagons, and hurrying to bring refills before someone yells. As efficient as she is, once the party gets started, she's bound to have some backlog.

Still, if she has time, she'll stop and offer a smile and some chitchat before moving on to her next target.

[onceadragon]

"Hey! I wanna refill!" Claudia demanded loudly, with a biiiiiiig grin. She'd already had a few... ales or whatever they were called. They tasted good and that was all that mattered to her at the moment. That and she wasn't being carded - complete added bonus.

"Heeeeeey," she called out as an interestingly colored woman began to pass her by. "You want one of these? They are reaaaaaaaaally good!"

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

Jason had snuck into the tavern while most of the people where doing whatever. He was sure no one had seen him, and he was able to slink to the back and grab a table all to himself. He would get up in a bit to get something to eat and drink, but for now, he was just going to sit there and enjoy this.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo stops by his table and raises an eyebrow, carrying a tray full of drinks in one hand. "Did you want something, or were you just soaking up the atmosphere?" She doesn't have a problem either way, to be honest.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk dropped by, naturally enough. He could do with a cold drink and some good company. As it is, he's filtering through the room, a broad smile on his face as he stops here and there to speak with people. He's obviously in good spirits and there doesn't seem to be much that can dampen that at the moment.

[jediwiseass.livejournal.com]

Here's a Jaina, perched by the bar with a couple of those aforementioned cold drinks in hand.

"Looking for one of these, captain?"

[prettycoolguy]

A certain stick in the mud Spartan is here just to keep an eye on things. He's already eaten and arranged his utensils neatly to one side of the table where anyone playing waitstaff should not have any trouble picking them up. Most of his attention is on his omnicomm.

He's writing up a mission report, and still has some things to do because of this whole Nightmare King fiasco.

All work and no play is oddly comforting.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Oh look who it is! Samus has a glass in her hand, but doesn't seem intoxicated (yet). She's not much of a social drinker, so she gravitates towards the same corner Chief has holed up in.

"Didn't think you'd choose now to work on that."

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

Sofia had cried, she had danced, and now she was going to drink. It had been a very long time since she had had any alcohol and right now? She really needed it. She drank enough to get tipsy and then eased up so as not to get completely inebriated. At least, not yet.

[onceadragon]

Grabbing two large tankards of some of the kickass ale that was being served and turned to find someone she could give one to - and rope into conversation. Spotting a lone brunette, a grin formed and Claudia made her way over. "Want one?" she asked, holding a tankard out to her.

[governorkang]

Kang waited until there wasn't an empty seat in the tavern before he went up on the stage and called for everyone's attention.

"I'm glad to see that everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Just make sure you can get back to your rooms afterwards; these tables aren't very comfortable for sleeping on, something I know from experience.

"Some of you noticed the stage, and guessed its purpose immediately. The Drunken Dragon was a popular hangout for draconians, as well as a few of the other races, right outside the gates of Teyr, and it was common for stories and songs to be shared for everyone's entertainment."

He grinned.

"Back in Teyr, it was a... tradition that a certain tale be told in this tavern, and despite how crazy it sounds, it actually happened. I'm not about to break tradition, even if it's no longer in the same location. Now, I can't tell it nearly as well as Celdak did, but I'll certainly try my best."

"My kind fought in a war several decades ago, alongside humans and a few other races. I was in charge of an engineering regiment, and near the end of the war, we got a new Division Commander that had it in for us, and he demoted us to infantry. He also assigned us a new commander, a minotaur that was well known for leading suicide charges and him being the only one to return alive.

"For anyone that's never heard of minotaurs, they look like a mix between a human and a bull, with a snout and horns. Anyways, this minotaur decided to give the entire regiment a speech, and while he was blathering on about how most of us would die with honor and glory or something, I came up with an idea for how to get rid of him.

"I had my sub-commander take some troops and build a catapult overnight, while I worked on getting the minotaur hammered on hard cider. By morning, and after drinking three and a half gallons of the stuff, he was still standing and yelling war chants at the top of his lungs, and were really beginning to think that we were going to die. Luckily, though, just as the enemy forces were about to attack, he passed out. Finally.

"We loaded him into the bowl of the catapult, and he woke up right as we launched it. He wanted to be in the heart of the battle; we were granting his wish."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"The enemy had a copper dragon on their side. Amazingly, the minotaur sailed through the air and struck it directly in the heart with his horns. Not only that, but he'd survived it. Before he could tell the Division Commander about what we'd tried to do, we spun some story about how courageous he was for volunteering to do such a dangerous thing. We knew we were in for it later.

Another pause, and a huge grin. "The minotaur came back with news that we'd all been promoted back to engineers, and instead of punishing us for trying to kill him, he told us he wanted to do it again. We never managed to kill another dragon, unfortunately."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

There was slow-clapping coming from somewhere in the crowd.

It may or may not be coming from Cargn.

It's hard to tell.

[starlightace]

Nanoha usually doesn't drink much; she's too much of a workaholic for that. But just this once, she might let herself indulge the tiniest bit. They've weathered the storm, and she could use a bit of relaxation.

"So... I don't usually drink much. What's good?"

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo pauses, considering. "Well. There's the ale and... the ale." She gives a loose little shrug, somehow keeping the rest of her body perfectly still as she does so. "I have not tried any of the drinks, but everyone seems fond of this, and the Cactus Juice."

[livestoannoy]

Okay, so Marco had made a little fun of Kang for the whole "tavern" thing. And possibly he shouldn't have confused the guy by talking about Vikings and plus-one swords. (But come on, the guy was walking right into it!)

But this was a party, and no way was Marco going so say no to that. Even if the place did look as if it had been listed right out of a fantasy rpg.

He was starting to wonder if dragging Ax along was really a good idea, though. Ax went crazy just for food. Marco was now dreading what would happen when he got his hands on some alcohol.

"Okay Ax-man, repeat after me: small doses, alright? Small. Doses. And no drinking it all at once."

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

"Small doses. Ehzz." Ax repeated dutifully. "I won't drink it all at once."

He wasn't entirely certain why he'd allowed Marco to talk him into this. He had not been able to locate any of the crew during the battle against the Nightmare King, he didn't feel as if he quite deserved to celebrate with them. Marco was very convincing however, even when he wasn't offering to provide Ax with flea powder.

"This is appropriate for us to do, correct?"

[sent-herself.livejournal.com]

Mulan is not looking her characteristic cheerful self when she comes to visit. Someone else is still on her mind, and there is so much to do - but it's important to visit all her friends, and make sure they're all doing well as she helps repair the city, and thinks about what she can do to help Haku get better.

"Kang!" she calls, over the crowd, still keeping a smile on her face for the sake of those she knows who aren't still under the Nightmare King's sway. "Your inn is beautiful. Thank you for inviting me."

She bows politely.

[governorkang]

Kang smiled, motioning her over, "Technically, it's just a tavern, and it isn't mine. It's just something from home I've decided to take care of." Grabbing a clean tankard from behind the bar, he pointed at the barrels. "Do you drink?"

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

Spock would, most likely, have preferred solitary meditation to this large, noisy social gathering. But Captain Kirk had been rather insistent that this would be an opportunity for the half-Vulcan commander to meet some other members of Stacy's crew.

Of course, that would probably require him to not be sitting in a corner of the room by himself.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Ah, a newcomer. At least, new enough that Kaylee didn't recognize him, which was reason enough for her to make her way over to his corner and greet him. The fact that he was sitting alone only sealed the deal, really.

"Take it you ain't much one for partyin', then?" she asked, smile warm and inviting. "It'll get better as it goes."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge is at one of the tables, happily nursing a mug of the ale. Not as good as Whyren's Reserve, but then again, there wasn't much that was. It was nice to be able to relax after the last few weeks of tense terror and anticipation.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

About the time he starts to empty his mug, Indigo pops up at his shoulder, a tray of mugs in one hand, and a full mug in the other. She offers up a friendly smile. "Would you like a refill?"

[morphitudinous]

After a quick stroll around the room, Billy eventually chose a quiet corner to settle in with a drink of water. Not that he would be telling Kang that he was correct any time soon, but watching everyone was an effective distraction from the jumbled emotions in his head.

He peeked out from the darkness, politely waving at anyone who looked his way. It wasn't that he was eager to start a conversation, but that had indeed been the point of dragging him all this way.

At least no one was trying to get him drunk, he thought wryly.

[bonnypiperlad]

Billy may be a little bit wrong on that front, as a tankard of ale is plunked down in front of Billy. Jamie's the one who's deposited it there, and he says dryly, "Ye know, if ye don't at least look like you're drinking, someone's going to wind up trying to get ye drunk for real."

He hasn't actually sat down yet, so it's easy to see he's quite firmly standing on both feet. He's still got some scratches, and the cut on his cheek, but is definitely not favoring one leg - and he doesn't look to be in any pain. In fact, he's smiling, quite broadly.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus wasn't much of a social drinker. She'd made herself quite comfortable in her corner with her drink. She looked perfectly content alone.

Of course this meant she was the perfect person to bother in the bar.

[starlightace]

"It's good to see you back!" Nanoha stepped up beside Samus, looking in her direction if not directly at her. "Are you having a good time?"

[thewunderkind]

Lash had absolutely no idea what to do. All she could think was back at that time in Orange Star when they had had a celebration party under the bright tents. The last time they were all together celebrating..no, it wasn't the time to think about those of her universe again. I should not be homesick. There is no home to return to.

Her hands tightened around the drink. Maybe she should go talk to other people, but it felt so bizarre doing so.

[f-u-im-a-human.livejournal.com]

There's a dragon camped out happily near the fire. A small one, about the size of a horse if you don't account for her wings, tail, and the length of her neck. Hisk doesn't need the light, yellows have quite good night vision, but she's basking in the warmth. She has the courtesy to keep her wings and tail in and not take up too much floorspace, though she's still quite large. Her injuries are bandaged and those that don't require actual bandaging have scabbed over nicely. They sting and itch a bit but they're fine. The spikes along her sides lie flat, she feels safe here.

She also has her drink in a mixing bowl on the floor in front of her, her claws not exactly being designed to hold a tankard. Hisk's in high spirits and quite relaxed, and she's feeling very chatty.

When Hisk Showed Up (because bothering Kang is fun)

[f-u-im-a-human.livejournal.com]

Hisk's as good as her (written) word and shows up outside the Drunken Dragon. She squints slightly as her eyes adjust to the brightness emanating from inside, pupils contracting.

She shoulders the door open, poking her head and neck in first and looking around.

Oh hey, there's Kang. "Oi, Kang!"

[governorkang]

It was hard to miss him in a crowd.

That had to be Hannah. Kang made his way through the crowd and stopped in front of her, looking at her more closely with a smile. "You weren't kidding about being small. Get in here, I found a mixing bowl that should be about right for you."

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

Who was rapidly downing as much ale as his body could take? Isaac Dan Der Grimnebulin was. This place was great. It had the same kind of worn, homey grit as The Dying Child back in New Crobuzon, two weeks and a lifetime ago.

He was sketching obscure machines and equations on napkins with one of those pencils that were still mostly twig. Occasionally though he would start doodling a woman with a giant beetle for a head, before shaking his head and starting on the next napkin.

[thewunderkind]

You could call it inventor's intuition, but in her tiny little corner, Lash had noticed the man and his tiny pencils. Slowly, she had tried to inch nearer (which was admittedly hard, it wasn't easy to ignore so much hair on a person's head) quietly, trying to peer at what he was doing.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie has managed - somehow - to find a table, and has claimed two of the chairs from it. One he's sitting on, and the other has his feet propped up on it.

He's happily working on a tankard of ale, and watching the crowd, although his attention does keep wandering from them to his surroundings. He seems quite pleased with them. Maybe it's because for once, he doesn't look somewhat out of place in his kilt.

[governorkang]

"You look like you're right at home," Kang noted, seeing Jamie's expression. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Just'a good ole boys, never meeeeanin' no harm. Beats all ya never saw been in trouble with law ever since the day they was booooorn!" A loud bellaring from outside quickly invades the party. No one could describe it as singing. Even if it was a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRX4mlFi06A). A well-known song at that, for anyone who grew up watching TV in the eighties anyway.

Suddenly, two figures come stumbling in: Jamie Hemeros and Sawyer. The older man is clearly drunk off his @ss, has one arm draped around the younger--if only to keep himself from falling over--and the hand of the other gripped tightly around a whiskey bottle.

"Straightnin' the curves, flatnin' the hills. Someday the mountain might get 'em but the law never wiiill," Sawyer continues to spout out at the top of his lungs.

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie isn't sufficiently bereft of his senses to join in the bellowing singing, and instead is simply grinning in a pleasant and somewhat vacant manner whilst trying to keep Sawyer upright. "Ooookay. Whoa, lotta people here...um, where d'ya wanna sit? Oh hey - you're not gonna puke on me or anything, right? Lemme know if you're gonna puke."