HAPPY NEW YEAR

[paletteknife]

Who: Anyone of legal drinking age or with a good fake ID
What: A BAR LOG: NEW YEAR'S EDITION
When: New Year's Eve
Where: The Birdcage
Warnings: I think there may be alcohol references in this bar log. Also probably sloppy makeouts come midnight.



The Birdcage may have taken a hit during the destructive riots in the city over the summer, but like a majestic phoenix, it had risen from the ashes and looked better than ever with its renovations - just in time for one of the biggest nights of the year. The lights shone brighter and more colourful than ever, the bar was stocked with fresh new liquors from around the globe (and beyond), the music rang loud and clear through new speakers, the stage was more elaborate and featured all kinds of drag and burlesque troupes...

It was simply fabulous.

And on this New Year's Eve, it was packed from wall to wall with those reveling in the joy of having their favourite bar back and eager to see what the next year has in store. The patrons were brought together from all walks of life, all timelines and universes and races and lifestyles, to celebrate together and bask in the warm buzz of a good drink.

Some of them were here from Smash Academy. Why? Maybe they planned in advance. Maybe it was spur of the moment in an attempt to not spend New Year's miserable and alone while sober. Maybe it had to do with that brochure for the grand reopening that kept appearing on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria no matter how many times a certain hall monitor and other concerned folk took it down.

THE POINT IS. It's a drinking log. Go nuts.

Comments

[kuragekasa]

They demanded him to take his mask off.

That was the first thing that instilled discomfort in the android's heart, his curiosity about a place he'd never been to before biting him where the sun didn't shine. Was this what humans meant by the phrase curiosity killed the cat? In that moment, he thought that he had to try to be more wary.

However, he also thought of what Tanaka had told him about his self-confidence, something he lacked in regard to his appearance and his creation as a machine. He wanted - no, had to get better. He needed this. For that reason, he adhered, taking a spot at the bar with the surprising lack of a gas mask. Clear had ordered his drink - a Yoshi's Eggnog - and tried it.

It...

It wasn't bad! The alcohol wasn't too much of a kick either, given how eggnog was. In fact, he'd never had a drink like this before. What was alcohol even like? ... Was he even aware the drink had it? Honestly, no.

That was bound to end well.

[raw_angel_power]

Pit had been wandering through the crowd, drinking a little here and there but not enough to soar past crippled inhibitions and coordination- probably more dazzled by the upbeat lights and music more than anything. On his route going past, he spotted Clear, but he also spotted his drink.

"Whoa, what kind of drink is that!" the angel inquired, skimming past to plonk his elbows on the table and stare into his glass. "It's all spotty."

[forgetbeam]

So after several protests against a night out drinking were met with "we're legal, you can't really stop it," Kiyotaka begrudgingly ended up going along because if he couldn't stop anyone from drinking, he could at least make sure that there were no wild drunken shenanigans going on.

He was... apprehensive, to say the least. He'd never been to a bar before, but apparently it was a thing that adult friends did together. A mandatory social experience, even. So it was probably something he should be thankful to get the excuse to do at least once, though the spiked punch at prom had definitely soured his opinion on alcohol even more than before. At least since he knew exactly what the nature of the drinks at the bar were, he had full control over how sober he remained, right?

Oh yeah, surely nothing would go wrong tonight.

Grumpiness about booze aside, he was oddly fascinated by the dazzling lights and pounding beats that surrounded him, the energy surging through the crowds. That in itself was almost intoxicating. This definitely wasn't the quiet new year's eve at home he was more used to. He was completely out of his element here.

IT BEGINS

[cplusplus]

At some eventual point, Kiyotaka would find a person he would least expect in the premises. A certain Super High School Level Programmer, to be more precise; Chihiro Fujisaki to be even more exact.

He, perhaps, look just as out of place as Kiyotaka was. Chihiro was simply standing from his spot while those around him dance and moved about with the beat. He wasn't conversing with those around him, just... standing there near a wall. With a drink in hand, but it was hard to tell from the distance what ice beverage it was specifically. Seems impossible for someone like him to drink alcohol, doesn't it?

[crystal_ballin]

Itchymarbles had a sudden arm from behind draped over his shoulder, and a face pressed up next to his that suddenly blocked all light coming from behind him, and left an aura of too much hair surrounding the two.

"Hey, dude."

[flowerofmtsilver]

Oh hey, it was that guy. The stiff, awkward jerk with a stick up his ass who was actually not that bad of a guy - but still kind of stiff and awkward. Whether it was from a stick up the ass was still pending. Either way, not someone Vinnie expected to see at a party! Maybe he was here as some self-appointed chaperone of social dignity and safety, or a designated driver. Both options didn't sound terribly fun roles.

So obviously the answer was to approach him. With maybe a grand total of two drinks in him so far, Vinnie was feeling pretty loose and friendly. "What're you doing here?!"

Let's Drink!

[wheresmydamntea]

This is not where Cid expected to want to spend his night. This drag thing was new to him. Though he had heard that one story from Tifa. But this was the happening place on New Years Night. And he wasn't going to pass up the chance to get out on his own terms. You can't stay in and alone forever.

He ordered some fruity drink with a familiar name, got nice and comfy at the bar, and took to conversing with the locals.

[jonny_talbain]

Jon was... of mixed feelings.

He liked to drink. He loved beer and he loved scotch and he loved... well. Beer and scotch.

He didn't care for bright lights, loud music and jostling crowds.

Still, so long as he kept his backside firmly glued to a bar stool and concentrated on his chosen poison, he could ignore everything else for the most part.

In short, he's ripe to be bothered.

[punchthedoritos]

Sonny really didn't care about drinking. It wasn't something he even really thought about all that much.

No, what he liked? Was pickled eggs, peanuts, nachos and fruit cocktail.

He was probably the only person who was here for the food.

Well, and to hopefully see one or two people who might show up! Or maybe even meet some new people! That was always nice, too!

[tearfulpartings]

Elizabeth wasn't one for drinking either. Really she was just there to see what sort of place could be called a Birdcage, and what sort of party one would have for a new year.

What she found certainly defied any and all of her previous expectations.

There were so many people of so many sorts! Quite a few of them were familiar, though she didn't really know them. Elizabeth had spent a good part of her time seeing people go by, but hadn't really ventured very deeply into talking to them as much as she would have liked. Too many solo conversations, and not nearly enough repeats.

So when she noticed that the first face she had met was there, she knew she had to stop by.

"Mr. Mo! Hello!"

[monotreme_101]

It was always nice to go to a bar where he wasn't the bouncer.

He was more than happy to purchase a few massive, pineapple flavored, coconut infused, mango-slice-having, umbrella waving, curly straw equipped cocktails.

He loved those things.

[flowerofmtsilver]

Please excuse this fragrant-smelling man staring at your drink. Hey, wasn't he one of Max's guys? Anyway, he was gaping at the pineapple flavored, coconut infused, mango-slice-having, umbrella waving, curly straw equipped cocktail like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. Never mind that it was probably the most unmanly drink possible, that was what Vinnie wanted to drink.

"What is that?" He asked with awe, sounding pretty damn tipsy already. "What's it called...?"

Outside the bar

[inspirethefire]

Hajime what are you doing jogging by the bar so often, you may wonder.

I am just having a long evening jog as part of my training, he may reply.

Is it normal for you to jog by every bar in the city on loop for five hours straight, you might ponder.

If you have actually been at all the bars to notice me over the last five hours, then you are justifying my choice and I am walking you home, he might answer.

People make bad decisions on New Years' Eve. Hajime is just preparing to help with the fallout.

[will_be_god]

Cyrus didn't drink. Cyrus barely drank *water*. And Cyrus hated festivities of all sorts.

But the citizenship wasn't about to monitor its OWN behavior.

He sat in the corner with the best vantage point, watching for anything suspicious as he sipped on an orange juice.

Though he had to admit it was somewhat...uplifting to see such unity. Shame it had to be for such a frivolous activity.

wow what a sausagefest in here

[rivalsolarbeam]

It certainly wasn't Bulba's first time to the Birdcage, so he had already known what to expect. He just normally came earlier when he did, never actually drank, and was (usually) on his own. At the very least, walking in holding hands with whomever he was with was not a thing that happened. Until now.

Bulba hadn't gotten to spend much of Christmas with Vinnie, so he had claimed New Year's for himself.

If he wasn't with his leafy haired boyfriend, however, it was probably easy to pick him out near the bar with his bright blonde head. He looked kind of tired- probably just the fatigue of the business of holidays- but in a pretty jolly mood regardless.

oh bologna

[raw_angel_power]

Pit caught up with Bulba when he was on his own, just to say hi, since he liked saying hi to his friends. He may or may not have been a little bit past the tipsy side. It's hard to judge.

"Hi, Bulbs!" he chimed, stepping his way over with a hand in the air like a frozen wave.

Re: wow what a sausagefest in here

[flowerofmtsilver]

Speaking of the leafy boyfriend - looking pink already with barely a drink in him. They'd done the whole coming-out to friends and family already, sure, but this was the first time they were together, officially, at a public gathering. It was... exhilarating, but nerve-wracking. But he owed it to Bulba to spend at least one holiday with him, so here he was.

It was probably due to his own self-consciousness that he hadn't noticed Bulba's fatigue. Vinnie was squeezing the other Venusaur's hand real tight as they came in, lagging behind him just a bit. His eyes were darting around at the people in the bar, expecting to be stared at with the same level of surprise Max had given him.

[trustycrowbar]

If one were to ask Gordon the next morning, what possessed him to go to a place like the Birdcage on New Year's Eve...

...Well, his first reply would be "Who are you, and which apartment did I just wake up in?" but eventually the answer would sound something like the fact that he'd been curious of this bar that everyone in the school had been off to, and decided to investigate.

The mixed bag of revelers only encouraged him; as if it were any more homogenized (human, magypsy, talking animal or what-have-you) he probably would have shuffled back out the door immediately without asking for his cover charge back. The fact that their beers were good helped. The fact that their whiskey was better, was a problem.

So what do you do with a drunken physicist in a neon-soaked bar?

[raced_god]

You keep buying him drinks, of course.

That was precisely what Falcon was doing, as he was, in fact, quite fond of whiskey himself. He was also quite fond of getting drinks in people, partially because it was fun, but mostly because it was hilarious. This was definitely going to be hilarious. Falcon sidled up to Gordon at the bar, presenting him with something amber-colored in a lowball glass. It was probably (definitely) the aforementioned whiskey.

And it was just for you, Gordon (Falcon had his own).

"Here. You looked dry."

Read: your glass was empty and I'm fixing that.

[nottheproblem]

It's kind of like Wright's Tavern all over again. Just less talk about 'cockrobins' and a significant lack of 'I'm going to feed you your teeth.' But to be fair, Ziio's wearing a little nostalgic smile as she shows herself in.

It's not her place, but it's important for her to get a better understanding of life the way the 'modern' live it. That means visiting loud and obnoxious places. The upside is that there's no one here who's going to raise muskets or suspicions over a Mohawk woman coming in.

Finding Gordon at the bar itself is less than surprising. Well, almost. Not that she has any interest in mothering him and he'll find that out shortly enough. It doesn't stop her from taking a stool next to him, however. Or of actually looking at the drinks behind the counter. Maybe she should try to take a little more interest in 'normal' things.

"Hm. I should have known I'd find you here."

[tempus_fixit]

"C'mon in, honey! Make yourself at home!"

Lucca had never even seen a Magypsy before tonight, and to find an entire bar filled and operated by these fabulous, glittering beings who shouted welcomes over the thudding music (and conveniently were too busy freshening their makeup to bother checking for an ID) was an amazing thing for her. She's absolutely dazzled, and quickly finds herself bouncing around on the dance floor, stepping on toes, laughing, shouting, and drinking some tasty fruity things that have more alcohol than they seem to have.

Anyone care to get trampled by her attempts at dancing? Have Skull Smash poured on them? Wonder how the hell they've got Skull Smash in the first place?

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles' quills were looking a little dull and lifeless. Maybe a good dousing with Skull Smash would bring out their natural sheen?

Well, considering Lucca was a buddy and one of the few girls out there on the dance floor? Knuckles wasn't about to let pass a chance to show off his moves.

"Hey! Happy New Years Eve, buddy!" he said with a grin. He'd always found dancing fun - like practicing kata for various martial arts. But to music! (It didn't hurt that he was really good friends with the Dance class teacher.)(Or that He, Ganondorf, Rawk Hawk and Caine the Arcanine used to start impromptu dance parties while dressed in speedos.)

"You look like you're havin' fun!"

[pitticus]

It was New Year's Eve.

The stage for this night may not have been set at a school cafeteria made over into a dance floor with party lights, but it had a strikingly similar ambiance to the setting of Pit's last New Year's Eve. It was the same time of year that a moment of significance transpired, and he had, for the first time, someone he called mom. From then on he shared a special, much closer relationship with Nabooru that he cherished. It lasted until the summer, where she was taken from him in the most brutal way. He was used to people he cared about leaving, but not like that. It left him with a lot of questions, only some of them he was able to answer, and agony, that healed from a constant sorrow to a scab that could be could picked at.

Pit has been pretty good at moving past the ripping tragedy that plagued him for a chunk of time until it faded into a dull echo that could easily be plunged into again if confronted with the reality just right, but a part of his heart still hurts, mostly hidden from view. He was capable of hiding it with lightheartedness and smiles, and it didn't always bother him anymore, but the memory still crept into the shadows of his heart, pouncing when he least expected it. This was one of those times of vulnerability.

It's weird how events of previous years, or at least the distant feeling of them, can sometimes creep in when the time coincides. Last year's New Year's Eve felt like a ghost dancing in the mesmerizing nightlife atmosphere, playful and vivacious but masking its true mournfulness. Like him, sometimes. Tonight, he wouldn't let it stop him from celebrating the new year, but when he had nothing to occupy him, he might fall into a reflective melancholy. His emotions might get more extreme if he has been drinking more.

[crystal_ballin]

Hagakure is here. Hagakure, as the most adult of the Hope's Peak childrens, is here to make sure that Hope's Peak is represented at this establishment of adult libations.

He's a pretty happy drunk, anyway.

[will_be_god]

"Most adult" and "actually adult" are two very different things. And since Cyrus barely approved of legal-age drinking, he wasn't going to tolerate underage activity. He approached.

"Show me your identification," he demanded.

[wassa_matta_you]

Desmond had come across this bar when he had first arrived and several times simply in passing. It hadn't been open for as long as he could remember, so when he came across the flyer and found himself at its door for the new year, it wasn't as unfamiliar as he expected it to be. Besides, he felt the need to be somewhere not holed up in a room. Color him surprised when he realized the year, even.

BUT BOY, HE DID NOT EXPECT EVERYTHING THAT WAS HAPPENING INSIDE.

Well, he wasn't really one to judge unless they're all Templars because he will judge the shit out of you maybe and the spirits were so high that it was difficult to resist taking a seat at the bar. He came alone, after all, so he might as well enjoy what was surrounding him now. All sorts of faces were here. Anything could happen. All the drinks he could have!

His kind of party.

[kumagypsy]

"What'll ya have, mac?" Kumatora said in her best bartender voice. She looked considerably more normal than everything else in the bar.

She's totally legal

[birdlady]

A party! Melia, despite her status, hadn't been to many parties in her life. And when she did make social calls, it had been hidden behind a mask. She had always wanted to just attend a party for fun. So why not start now?

She was under the impression that this was yet another holiday, so she had given her guards the evening off. She entered the building, not the least bit put-off by the, er, interesting decor, and found herself by the bar.

"What'll it be, sweetie-pie~?" The flamboyant bartender asked.

"Oh, I, well..." She pondered over the choices before settling on an appropriately pink drink. "Is this the part where I say, 'cheers'?"