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Lord-Governor Kang ([personal profile] governorkang) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-03-16 03:14 am

CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

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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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-03-17 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Anyone coming up to the bar would notice a slightly incongruous image.

There was a cat.

Sitting on the bar.

A cat with one leg bandaged up with gauze, watching the proceedings through half-closed eyes with a distinctly catlike, amused expression. Ehhif and their love of inebriation... then she saw Kang and other species tilting through the crowd and revised that statement. Bipeds and their love of inebriation.

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Grim Eyes' vision had started to do the blurring thing - not that hyena vision was that great to begin with. There were too many people for her ears and her nose to do her much good, so she was mostly weaving around the room, bouncing off people until she managed to get back to her table.

Unfortunately, one of the things she bounced off of was Tycho's table, and even more unfortunately she knocked into it with her injured leg. Which resulted in a pained yelp in the midst of her creepy hyena laughing, and then she landed on the floor. "Hare's Ghost," she said, laughing again. "This shit is good."

[identity profile] sonofalderaan.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Tycho wasn't as startled by the furry biped bumping into his table as most humans would be. He simply assumed she was an alien. Not a species he recognized immediately, but it was a big galaxy.

Of course, he would do the gentlemanly thing. "Excuse me," he said, climbing from his chair to extend a hand to clearly intoxicated alien on the ground, "would you like some help?"

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't mind if I do," Grim Eyes said cheerfully, using Tycho's hand to haul herself back onto her feet. "No big thing, just managed to whack my bum leg-" she groped behind her for a chair and sat down. "This table's as good as the next one, I guess! Tell you what, for an overgrown lizard, he sure does have good booze."

Grim Eyes was apparently unaware she was babbling. She took another swig from her tankard, peering at Tycho over the rim of it. So many human males on this ship. What she wouldn't give for one good-looking hyena. "'M Grim Eyes, you?"

[identity profile] sonofalderaan.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Tycho 'uffed' slightly as his hand was suddenly hauled on, but he had enough upper body strength to take the unexpected weight. When the supposed alien sat down at his table, he gave a mental shrug. The point of coming to the party had been to meet his shipmates after all, hadn't it? And since it was a party, meeting some of his shipmates while intoxicated was only to be expected.

It took Tycho a minute, but he eventually worked out that she was introducing himself. "Colonel Tycho Celchu," he offered, extending his hand to shake. "Pleasure to meet you Grim Eyes."

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Grim Eyes' ears twitched, surprised. That wasn't the introduction she had been expecting at all. "Ah... sorry," she said, a little uncomfortable now. "Must've been a bad loss of numbers, eh?"

After all, that's the only reason a male would ever hold any kind of rank.

[identity profile] sonofalderaan.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Tycho's eyebrows rose in confusion. "... Sorry? I'm not following," he admitted.

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, Colonel. That's military, yeah?" She took another long drink of her cactus juice and reached across the table to pat Tycho's hand comfortingly. "I'm sorry for whatever it was that caused the loss of the warriors on your world. I never like to see the poor males forced into battle."

By her tone, it's clear that she thinks she's being properly contrite and sympathetic. Welcome to culture clash central.

[identity profile] sonofalderaan.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Tycho wasn't as thrown as he could have been. It was a large galaxy after all- off the top of his head he could list the witches of Dathmore, the matriarchy of the Happan consortium, as well as some of the practices of the ruling families of Kuat, all of which treated men as little better than servants or possessions.

"I'm actually a member of the New Republic," he explains with a gentle smile, "under our government, men are allowed to be warriors as well." No need to mention that in the New Republic, men actually make up the vast majority of the ranking officers :| The Chief of State is a woman, that counts, right?

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Grim Eyes laughed, leaning back in her chair. Nevermind that that's not exactly a smart thing to do when you're drunk. "Should have known. This whole damn ship is backwards from top to bottom. Starting with that breech-born idiot calls himself captain." She shook her head. "I knew humans were weird but.." she shook her head again. Clearly this was a concept that would take more than one explanation before she got it.

[identity profile] sonofalderaan.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Tycho smiled and shook his head in return- aliens could certainly be weird as well. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them," he offered diplomatically.

"So ... on your world, are you a warrior then?" he inquires politely.

[identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there was a conversation she could get behind. Never let it be said that Grim Eyes didn't like bragging about herself.

"My mother, Blood Eyes, was one of the fiercest warriors my tribe has ever seen," she said. "I was a hunt leader, but here it seems like my warrior blood is the more valuable part. Damn nightmare monsters took a chunk out of me but I took a chunk out of them right back!" She grinned fiercely.

[identity profile] not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Who was determined not to have any fun? Lafiel was. She was off in the corner with her laser pistol, watching the drunken storytelling, drunken flirtation, drunken tavern games and in general drunk things. Hale and hearty fellows-well-met where telling bawdy tales and the whole place echoed with merriment.

Even if Abh weren't immune to alcahol, she wouldn't be taking part. It would be beneath the dignity of an Abriel. Besideswhich, she was here in her self appointed duty as a security officer, to make sure this one didn't turn out a repeat of Luthor's party.

[identity profile] proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"So you worked for the militia? Didjou retire then?" Isaac did his level best to keep prejudice from showing, but there was no way to keep it entirely secret. He'd run from the militia, been singed by their weapons, seen friends thrown into the cells and tortured. But then being called a 'wunderkind' was familiar. He remember getting praise for his inventions since he was small, offers from the militia to snatch him up as a teenager. It was a fortunate thing Crisis Energy had proved much more tempting. "I'm a freelancer meself. I'm the guy you hire when you've got questions noone else's thought of before."

[identity profile] proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Isaac swivelled on his stool, a mug of frothy, bitter ale in front of him. "Looks like your friend's gonna 'ave a date with lady porcelain before too long."

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh my god, they do have tables in here!" Wyn exclaims, possibly a bit louder than she needed to. "Sorry, do you mind if I sit?"

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooooooh."

Sorry, were you expecting Wyn to be subtle about her inspection of the schematics?

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Sawyer spotted the blue on blue eyed girl and casually sauntered, although there was definitely some stumbling involved, over and stood next to her, putting his hand on the back of a nearby chair and letting it take on most of his weight.

"So, how's it feel?" he asked with a smile.

[identity profile] riseupnchargem.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeeeeahhh. Can't say I'd be too surprised 'f that happened," Jamie agreed as he took a seat at the table, content to watch the festivities from here. "This's one'a those things I don't think is gonna end too well for a lotta people, yanno?"
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-03-18 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Hh'ann!" Rhiow said, opening her eyes. She rolled onto her side and began to wash, so as to better converse with him. "No, our systems wouldn't be able to handle the stuff you drink. It's got too much ethanol for us."

"I'm glad you're all right, or at least you seem so." She looked around. "And this place is lively."

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh now this should be interesting. She studied his unsteadiness. It caused the uneven wooden chair to shake. The alcahol on his breath would have been obvious even if she weren't trained in that kindof thing. Is he leading up to something? Well, i'll humor him.

"How does what feel?" She gave him a carefully neutral expression, showing a tiny hint of interest.

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