Post Mission Party At The Bar

[shynotmeek.livejournal.com]

Its time to unwind, relax and receive news of home. A pod pop occurred while some were on a mission and it's time to meet up with new friends, drink well with old, and relax.The Drunken Dragon has opened its doors and stands ready and willing to assist in forgetting the trials those on the mission experienced.




OOC: If you want a specific barmaid, just put their name in the subject. Otherwise, enjoy, intermingle and do as you like.

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Closed to Kali

[governorkang]

Despite the fact that they had all managed to get back alive, and with some of the technology that they'd been sent for (even if it had been stolen), Kang didn't view the mission as a success. Far from it, really. He'd been deceived, branded, disrespected and treated like property, and had dealt with fellow crew members telling him to shut up and deal with it as if it were a mild, one-time inconvenience, and not something he'd dealt with his entire life.

He'd heard about what had happened to Harriet, too; he had never grown to completely trust or like any of the CLF, but she had given him her luck. She'd expressed a very real desire for him to be reunited with his family.

Handing him a necklace on a simple gold chain, Harriet smiled, "I hope this brings you luck and helps you find your family again. It's sad to be alone."

The charm was hangul, the Korean written language. He recognized it from his Fairplay memories. It was either the multiverse playing some sort of strange joke on him, or a complete coincidence.

"Do you know what this says?"

She shook her head.

"Haeng un eul bil eo yo. Good luck, in Korean," the bozak stated. He knew he'd mangled the accent, but in his normal, draconian body, it was physically impossible to pronounce it correctly. "...thank you, Harriet."

His upper right arm was bandaged, and Sakura had removed the brand. His jaw ached a bit from where Kon had punched him as well; it hadn't been enough to break anything, but it had still hurt, and he was a bit surprised he hadn't lost a tooth. He was tired, and angry, and wanted a chance to unwind, preferably with copious amounts of alcohol.

Barely a second after he entered the tavern, he noticed something... different, a particular scent that he definitely recognized.

Re: Closed to Kali

[shynotmeek.livejournal.com]

Kali had been doing her very best to be helpful, even with the worry of people arriving back and her father still not appearing. She was running trays for Kaylee between tables, a bit bemused to find herself in this position, but not truly bothered by it by it.

It was useful, and she was capable of doing it, and therefore she did not mind in the least doing so.

She hoped he was alright, Eva said that sometimes, if they were injured, even a little, it would require them to stay a little longer. And her father was one of the leading diplomats on the mission; he might need to be debriefed before he was allowed to return home.

That was what she would continue to herself, unless something was otherwise communicated to her.

She sat the tray down gently on the table, allowing the patrons to take the beers before picking it up to turn back to the bar.

The door swung open, allowing her father to enter and she froze, feeling like a tiny rabbit the moment before a raptor struck. He looked…tired. As though he had only just left the field of battle and she nearly hesitated, allowed him more time, perhaps a warning from Miss Kaylee or the woman Nima who kept the bar. Nearly.

But she was a child, however clever, however wise beyond her age.

She was still a child.

“PAPA!”

Around her the bar fell completely silent, but she was hardly paying them any mind now as she ran to her father.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Jr. spotted a few new faces when they returned to the ship. None familiar to him, however - MOMO, KOS-MOS, Ziggy or Canaan would have found him instantly if they had awakened, Jin and Shion would have probably been around when they returned out of curiosity of what sort of things happened on the ship. chaos, Jr. guessed, would have just known where to be, as chaos was like that. He would have felt Gaignun, and Albedo ... well, he could always feel Albedo. Of course, he wondered how many of those he thought about could wake up on Stacy ... but he never thought about that for too long.

So instead, he opted to head to the Drunken Dragon when he heard buzz of people heading over there. It'd be nice to see and speak to Kang anyway, finally able to rest without a short amount of time and choices hanging over them. To the others - any others who might have passed and made eye contact with him, Jr. would smile and nod at them in greeting to maybe get some new introductions going on.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

One of the buildings Hoshi hadn't been to was the Drunken Dragon and she decided to stop by and see what it was like. She wandered around a bit and came across Jr., a little grin coming forth. At least there was someone she knew around here, but that didn't mean she couldn't meet new people, too!

She walked up to him and waved in greeting, still smiling. "Hey, long time no see!" she said, stopping just a short distance away from Jr. "How've you been?"

[encourage]

Sakura was more stopping by for some fruit juice than actual company. Things would take time to settle -- not too long -- but long enough. "How's the leg doing?" she asked in passing, holding her mug of juice. She knew better than to drink. (It solved nothing, you remembered everything, and apparently loosing her inhibitions just made her do stupid things.)

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

"Jr.!"

Sasami wasn't one for going to the Dragon - she had her restaurant and she knew that Kang wouldn't want her getting drunk. However, she did spot a few people going in from the mission, so she decided to follow. Spotting Jr., she made her way over to her friend.

"Are you okay?"

[not-edd.livejournal.com]

Zedd was exhausted, physically and mentally. He didn't care how the mission went at this point - he was gone from it. Out of sight, out of mind. But, the things that happened there still bothered him. He knew that those like Hit Girl had considered him an annoyance, especially since he backtalked towards her precious Lord Zetta. He knew the heroes who had disappeared weren't dead, but no one would listen - he wasn't sure if they wouldn't listen because he was evil or there was something he wasn't being told that they should have.

And who knew when someone would complain about that fake fight.

At the moment, though, Zedd took a seat and just let himself stew in his anger. He'd get back at everyone soon enough, just they wait. He wouldn't be their punching bag anymore.

[sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com]

Nanaki had no idea why he decided to come here. Especially with so many people that seemed to be inside. But he was young, and he was curious, so when his ears caught sound of others in the distance, he had changed the path he was taking through the city to curiously go check it out.

He understood the reason for things like bars, but they were never anything that appealed to him. Maybe on rare occasion he would have a drink of some fancy or rare beverage from the canyon, but that was it.

He wondered why so many people were in there, but he didn't make a move to actually enter, sitting just outside and looking up to the window and through the door hesitantly.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi spotted Nanaki outside the tavern, and gave him a brief wave. "Hey. Were you part of the latest pod release?"

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Kaya had decided to pour over her new nursing guidelines at the Drunken Dragon, politely asking the barmaid to keep the mead coming, as she preferred it to beer right now. She had for several months now given up the idea of trying to make her own beer: who had the time? She was already training wherever she could, reading as a hobby, and now being a nurse was going to be taking up quite a bit of her time. A part of her was quietly scolding, saying that she was throwing herself into this to avoid feeling bad about Matt, but she didn't have any time to listen to THAT either.

Matt was gone, and as hurtful as that was, she still had tons to do, and could at least make sure everyone on the bus was looked after, as he would have done.

So anyone approaching would see Kaya reading and writing things down in her newly obtained nursing packet, looking busy.

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

Despite the events that usually carried on in places like The Blue Recluse and the Slaughtered Lamb, Nokosi really had missed his time ducking in and out of the bars and taverns in Ironforge and Stormwind. The drunks always had the best stories, even if they were heavily padded with layer upon layer of fiction, with truth stretched so thin that an Ogre would question the authenticity of the tale.

The longing for the bustling, loud and generally cheery mood was why he found himself here, today. He hadn't planned to really drink much, lest he find himself in a string of awkward situations, but the atmosphere was what he was looking for, anyways.

Taking a quick glance around the homey bar, he spotted the back of a head that he recognized. Kaya looked fairly busy--not that that deterred him one bit.

Nokosi took long, languid strides to the table she occupied and sat himself down in a nearby seat but didn't utter a word. Instead, he leaned over to view what it was she was reading.

[morphitudinous]

"And you scold me about bringing work to tavern gatherings," Billy's voice said softly, hiding his own datapad behind his back as if it was never there.

[hi_there_aliens]

Daniel wandered into the tavern and squinted through the dim lighting. It didn't look too busy, so it wasn't a bad place to get to work. Maybe he could see about getting a makeshift office, but for now, this would have to do. Taking a seat, and now that he wasn't being shot at or running the infirmary gauntlet, Daniel took stock of himself. As missions went, he'd come out of this one better than usual. Physically, at least. Some cuts, scrapes and bruises, but compared to some of the others on the mission, he couldn't complain. And he definitely didn't want to take up valuable time and attention from the medbay staff, especially when the others needed their help far more.

This mission, on the other hand, had been one giant headache, a mental drain of watching the crew scrabble at both sides and each other, on top of all the ethical problems. He didn't even know if they'd done the right thing. Freeing the clones was a no brainer. Of course that was the right thing. But if they'd just helped bring about a total collapse of the rest of the society...

Daniel dropped the sizable packet of information on Gallilee onto the table in front of him and began to sort through it. Bringing his work with him was so natural that Daniel didn't think about half the time. Just like you didn't think about breathing. Not until Jack got in his face about it, or if that failed, got Teal'c to hustle him back to the land of the living. You hadn't lived life until you had a Jaffa herding you out of an office. Tealc' seemed especially immune to the pleading looks he'd tried on him, which was probably why Jack had Teal'c as Plan B in the first place.

They probably wouldn't ever see Galilee ever, so studying up on them because of diplomacy was a moot point by now, but he did want to understand them better. And maybe what he learned here could end up being useful in other contact situations in the future.

Daniel touched his jaw as he turned a page, feeling the rough feel of stubble. Several days there and not a chance to shave. It wasn't something he'd thought about at the time, but now it was starting to get distracting.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

A peek over the shoulder ... was what Jr. would have done if he were tall enough. So he had to opt for the more obvious way to get a glance at what Daniel was looking through, by walking up to him and greeting him to catch his attention.

"Hey." He hadn't really talked to the guy before their mission, so Jr.'s first impression of him was under a bad circumstance. Still, he didn't get a bad one from that. "Work in this kind of environment often?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"So," Eva says, sitting down next to him. Somehow, it doesn't even remotely surprise her that he's brought his work with him. She knows his type. She gives him a wry smirk and passes a drink she's gotten down the bar to him. She's already a little in the cups herself.

"Is this mission's fiasco your fault or have you come to accept your powerlessness in the universe?"

[governorkang]

Kang hadn't actually mentioned to very many people on the ship that he had children. Unless it came up in conversation, he hadn't really felt the need to start talking about it, especially since it just made him think of his family and worry about them more than he already did.

He also tended to not indulge in PDA very often, though he'd gotten used to it coming from certain people. A hug every now and then from some of the females he'd grown close with, or sometimes a kiss on the cheek from Kaylee, but never much more than that.

So, it was probably a bit of a surprise for the older crew members to see him sitting there with a young one sitting in his lap and practically clinging to him, about the height of a human child of ten or eleven. They were talking in Nerakese, so sometimes a word here or there didn't translate properly, and they were clearly happy to see each other.

It didn't look like either one of them wanted to be separated from the other any time soon.

[This is for anyone that wants to talk to either of them. They're... not really paying much attention to other people unless directly approached.]

[greennotgold]

Fletcher had come down to the tavern to help welcome back everyone from the mission. He was so glad they were safe and sound, so he wanted to say something.

When he came across Kang, he stopped and tilted his head. There was another Draconian here? And... a younger one, at that? (He assumed, from her size.) But Kang's children were a lot younger than this. So who could this be?

"Hi!" he said curiously.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Kang wasn't difficult to spot, so right after Jr. made his way into the tavern, he figured he'd go over and say hello.

"Hey--" he started, and then tilted his head every so slightly in curiosity. He didn't know there were more like Kang on the ship. And the way he seemed so happy to see her on top of her height ... was she one of his kids? Or a younger sibling of some sort? Jr. remembered seeing Kang conjuring up a home with a handful of children in the Sensoriums once before, but they had been so young.

"Hey," he said again, this time addressing Kali as well.

[sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com]

Wings were the reason Nanaki finally entered the Drunken Dragon. He had saw a flash of giant wings through the doorway, only they seemed a lot bigger than Kali's. Slowly, he had crept up to and into the doorway, pausing to peek in to get a better look. And there was Kang and Kali, in each others' arms and talking. So she had found her father. Or rather, uncle, as far as Nanaki still knew.

He didn't want to disturb them, if they were busy talking. He figured they might have a lot to catch up on. But he was curious all the same, to get a better look at Kang. So he took a few steps forward, silently craning his neck forward.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

It would be rude of Eva not to at least say hello, though she feels plenty of guilt that she couldn't have Kali feel safe in her home. She's already given Marco an earful about it.

Still, she can't help but feel incredibly happy to see Kang looking so happy to be around his child. She certainly hoped for as much all those times he'd expressed mournful sentiments about his family's absence.

"So, how are my favorite Draconians?"

[appletastic]

Here's a new sight in the tavern: a bright orange pony in a hat, using her snout to roll a barrel full of swishing liquid across the floor. She carefully pushes it past long legs, chair legs, and other kegs to bring it right next to the bar where it won't go any further. Sure, she could hop up on her hind legs for a moment, but that didn't mean she could lift a keg with her forelegs and place it up on the bar.

Instead, she propped up her forelegs on the nearest stool and made her best attempt at a call. "Hey everypony! Anyone hankerin' for some cider?"

She could use a hand to get it set up, hint hint.

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Oh. It's... one of those pony things. The ones that talk.

It shouldn't be that weird, and she'd noticed them a while ago, but something about them was freaking her out more than dragons and multi-eyed alien things and everything else she's run into.

But they seem nice, so she really shouldn't avoid them or anything. She even brought something for them, and she seems to be having trouble, so Cagalli makes her way over, offering a hand... "Hey, lemme help with... tha-" not enough of a hand though. It's heavy dammit. "Whoa..."

[brustriese.livejournal.com]

Signum is doing her best to ignore the revelry, sitting in the corner like a clichéd RPG questgiver. She sits, drinks her beer, sets it down, and drinks more in the practiced, steady rhythm of someone who is trying very, very hard to get as drunk as she can manage.

"Seriously, I hate that planet," she mutters, idly scratching at a mild burn she'd received during the final fight.

The Next Day - Locked to Kang

[hadabrother.livejournal.com]

Jake wasn't sure how he felt about meeting Kang. From what Marco had told him, he was responsible for a lot of the grief the Animorphs had dealt with on the ship. At the same time, he was in a position of authority, so they probably needed to talk at some point. Now was as good a time as any. It was also a good time to set limits and make the Council understand that Jake wasn't going to let any of his people die. Not if he could help it.

He slipped into the tavern, feeling oddly self-conscious. It was like something of a fantasy novel or a video game, but here it was. He took a look around - where was this Kang guy?

[governorkang]

If the tavern didn't give off enough of a vibe of a fantasy novel already, Kang certainly helped it along. He was taller than Kali by more than two feet, definitely taller than any human currently in the building. He was expecting Jake, but didn't know what he looked like, so only gave a curious glance in his direction when he entered. One of his helpers was likely to get to him soon if he was just looking for a drink.

[on_errantry]

Large gatherings of people usually saw Rhiow perched on the edge of the bar, so for the first part of the celebration, her absence would have been noted.

When she finally did come into the tavern, she did so not by her customary (and sometimes startling) method of using a transit wizardry, but chose to slip through the various patrons until she got to the bar. There she jumped to her usual spot and lied down, her ears tilted to the sides and her gaze fixed on the wood of the bar like she was deep in thought.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean had acquired something stronger than beer, and was trying to slip back out again. He briefly paused wondering what was going with Rhiow. She should be fine though, right?

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

Word on Stacy was that several important people had finally returned from whatever planet the ship's computer had sent them to, and given how much of a de gōngjīle that mission seemed to have been, it was a good bet that plenty would head for the main source of alcohol on the ship.

Which also meant that if Mal wanted to take the bearings of some of the people in charge on this ship, then this was the time and place to do it. Hence why he had found himself a nice corner seat and a mug of ale.