OPEN
WHO: YOU! even if you don't live in Manhattan! thank you, magic/tommy + bribery!
WHAT: A PARTY, TAG IN PARTY STYLE
WHERE: THE YA WAREHOUSE
WHEN: TONIGHT (saturday)
WARNINGS: uhhh idk
[There are tables set up along the walls of the warehouse, a few with food, forks, and plates, and one with assorted bottles and boxes of wine and plastic cups. There's also a cooler somewhere with cheap beer and store brand soda, floating in half-melted ice. There are hand-markered signs taped to the wall over the wine table that say 21 AND OVER ONLY PLEASE in bright orange sharpie, but honestly, nobody really cares.]
[The Warehouse itself isn't completely repaired, and it's definitely not heated, but the five space heaters plugged into a few insanely long extension cords certainly help. There are some suspiciously Billy-blue colored blue fires sitting around in cereal bowls on tables and shelves, and while they don't cast much heat, they also won't burn anyone or spread anywhere, and they really do add to the atmosphere.]
[Someone's iPod is plugged into a pair of speakers, and there's a weird jumble of 90s pop music, Swedish hip hop, David Bowie, and Lady Gaga songs coming out of the just-slightly-too-tinny speakers. There's an area with no fire or couches or tables, and a slightly damaged mini disco ball is not-turning above the sort of dance floor, probably because it's missing too many little mirrors to balance enough to spin properly. It still sparkles a bit, and casts some bluish light dots on one of the walls.]
WHAT: A PARTY, TAG IN PARTY STYLE
WHERE: THE YA WAREHOUSE
WHEN: TONIGHT (saturday)
WARNINGS: uhhh idk
[There are tables set up along the walls of the warehouse, a few with food, forks, and plates, and one with assorted bottles and boxes of wine and plastic cups. There's also a cooler somewhere with cheap beer and store brand soda, floating in half-melted ice. There are hand-markered signs taped to the wall over the wine table that say 21 AND OVER ONLY PLEASE in bright orange sharpie, but honestly, nobody really cares.]
[The Warehouse itself isn't completely repaired, and it's definitely not heated, but the five space heaters plugged into a few insanely long extension cords certainly help. There are some suspiciously Billy-blue colored blue fires sitting around in cereal bowls on tables and shelves, and while they don't cast much heat, they also won't burn anyone or spread anywhere, and they really do add to the atmosphere.]
[Someone's iPod is plugged into a pair of speakers, and there's a weird jumble of 90s pop music, Swedish hip hop, David Bowie, and Lady Gaga songs coming out of the just-slightly-too-tinny speakers. There's an area with no fire or couches or tables, and a slightly damaged mini disco ball is not-turning above the sort of dance floor, probably because it's missing too many little mirrors to balance enough to spin properly. It still sparkles a bit, and casts some bluish light dots on one of the walls.]