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whattheytellyou in lastvoyageslogs

Why not?

Jun 28, 2011 20:19

Who: Open to the Barge Females, but men are welcome, too.
What: Girls' Night at the Pub, ostensibly to give Martha a hen night. Also, flood shenanigans.
When: Seven-thirty onward, all evening.
Where: Pub!
Warnings: General raucous behaviour, public drunkenness, Una singing ( Read more... )

sarah harding, miss parker, cissie king-jones, rose tyler, arthur, fred burkle, biff, thursday next, martha jones, una persson, molly carpenter

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ACCIDENTAL MALE INTRUSION, LATE AT NIGHT paradoxlol June 28 2011, 22:36:25 UTC

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Where the hell had his communicator gone? He'd been looking for it all day, trying to figure out where he could have possibly left it. After scouring every floor, even going so far as to venture into the inmate showers to see if some prankster had gotten hold of it and left it there once they realized the entries were all password locked. Like hell he was going to let any sensitive information fall into the wrong hands.

With Levels Zero through Eight scoured, plus the Deck, it was time for Arthur to start on the warden-only areas-- the pub and CES, specifically.

He really hoped the damn thing wasn't in the CES.

Still. Best to start with the pub. As he approached the door, he heard the raucous sounds of merrymaking inside, then shrugged and pushed it open. It must have just been some wardens having a good time. He had no idea what was actually inside.

After all, what could he have possibly missed for the one day he was off the Network?

[OOC: I have no girls, but I wanted to plaaaaay anyway :C ( ... )

Re: ACCIDENTAL MALE INTRUSION, LATE AT NIGHT whattheytellyou June 28 2011, 23:32:57 UTC

By this time of night, Sarah was well and truly into her cups and having a delightful time, thank you very much. She was never one for heavy drinking, but this particular instance called for extreme measures, and by this hour - whatever hour it was, because who was counting? - she was the epitome of "happy drunk".

That is, she was until she saw Arthur.

Interrupting her discussion about the importance of something important, which was terribly important indeed until a man entered the pub, she got up unsteadily from her table and made her way to the hapless male.

"Unless you plan on being the entertainment, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said, talking over the sound of her own talking, apparently. To her credit, she wasn't slurring. Just a little too cheerful about playing "bouncer". "We're taking over the ship, starting with the pub. No men allowed. We'll paint your toenails or something else that your stereotypical group of drunken Amazonian reprobates would get up to."

Re: ACCIDENTAL MALE INTRUSION, LATE AT NIGHT paradoxlol June 29 2011, 00:12:55 UTC

Oh god, what did he walk into? Loud, drunk women everywhere. Now, of course, many guys would see that as some kind dream come true, but Arthur knew better. This wasn't some Letters of Penthouse setup. This was a strictly "No boys allowed" thing. He was an intruder here.

The only question was why were they all here?

"Entertain--?" he started, arching his brow in confusion, but he stopped short once he realized the implications. "Uh." He cleared his throat, then pointed to the bar. "Is it okay if I take a quick look around for my communicator? It'll just be in and out."

His voice came out with way more uncertainty than he was accustomed to. The great and terrible Arthur, professional extractor, ruthless point man, was... afraid.

Re: ACCIDENTAL MALE INTRUSION, LATE AT NIGHT whattheytellyou June 29 2011, 00:17:11 UTC

Sarah was clearly a little further along than her steady speech would indicate, and a little incapable of hearing her colleague over whatever din was going on in the room. When Arthur repeated back the word "Entertainment" (or, at least, the first part of it) and then pointed to the bar, she grinned and nodded.

"Sure, you go right ahead!" she laughed, then turned her back on him to address the party in general.

"Arthur says he's going to entertain us!"

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Seven-thirty sharp.... scarlet_discord June 28 2011, 22:46:58 UTC

Wanda comes hurrying in with a little gift bag, a loaded purse and a panicked expression. "She's not here yet? She's not here yet. Halp! Homegirls! I don't know which one of these thumb rings to give Martha!"

Re: Seven-thirty sharp.... notarrowette June 29 2011, 01:32:42 UTC

Cissie looked up from where she was decorating the bar to give Wanda a puzzled look. "...Thumb rings?"

Seven-thirty sharp.... scarlet_discord June 29 2011, 02:15:34 UTC

I narrowed it down to three that I think would look good on her but I don't know her taste! I've got an Indian style copper and silver braid, I've got a banded mood ring and I've got Mookie. [The third ring is shaped like a smiling troll for some reason.] What do you think?

Re: Seven-thirty sharp.... notarrowette June 29 2011, 03:12:27 UTC

Cissie hummed as she inspected them, frowning a little. The first seemed most Martha's style, but... "Well, it is a bachelorette party. I say that one," she said, pointing to the last.

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7:50- Martha arrives thegooddrjones June 28 2011, 23:12:33 UTC

The last twenty-four hours had been a bit of a roller coaster for Martha, and it was one she wasn't even over yet. She didn't know about Sarah's degree that everything be alcoholic, so she bought a tin of biscuits and a bag of onion cheddar crisps with her. She would have made the effort to bake, but it simply wasn't in the cards for her at the moment.

When she walked into the pub doors, it was with a tentative smile, and she held her items in front of her like a shield. Howie's words were having a lingering effect on her, and she was worried that Sveta and Una were really livid with her, and that's why she hadn't heard from either of them.

Right now, she just wanted to celebrate, and to have people be happy for her and them.

greatlightother June 29 2011, 01:07:33 UTC

Sveta hadn't planned on staying long. She wanted to see Martha, convince her that she wasn't upset, have a few drinks, and then leave. She had already made up her mind that she wasn't going to stay long, as she had things to do that evening that didn't involve being drunk.

When she saw Martha arrive, she waited a bit before gathering her courage and walking over, drink in hand. "Hey! You look good," she said with a smile.

thegooddrjones June 29 2011, 01:12:13 UTC

Martha set down the crisps and biscuits on the bar and smiled to Sveta, watching her face as she did so. Howie had laid out a pretty bleak picture, one that had been reenforced by the way things had been the last time she'd seen her friend.

Martha'd actually dressed up for this, going through a bit of trouble so that people didn't see the late night she'd had on her. "Thanks! You look good too. I'm glad you decided to come."

She... hadn't thought Sveta would, really.

greatlightother June 29 2011, 01:50:04 UTC

She shrugged slightly at that statement. "Of course I would be here." She wasn't going to make any mention of what had happened between them. Her bravery was faltering a bit and she just didn't want to cause a scene.

"Are you sure you're ready for all this?" She waved a hand at the party.

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LATE EVENING, but not as late as Arthur notarrowette June 29 2011, 01:53:17 UTC

Cissie wasn't necessarily a lightweight, but she would never win a drinking competition on the Barge. Despite having lost track of how many drinks she'd had, Cissie wasn't drunk so much as cheerfully tipsy, as she sat on a barstool, swinging her feet and humming along with the music.

mrs_persson June 29 2011, 02:42:07 UTC

"CISSIE," Una called from halfway across the room as she made her way to the bar. "Cissie, guess what your in-beg pardon, no, your former inmate got up to with O'Brien today."

notarrowette June 29 2011, 03:07:40 UTC

"Una!" Cissie grinned, but quickly made a face, dropping her head back with a groan at the mention of Beatty and O'Brien. "I should have known that's who it was. He called me to bring him to the infirmary. ...How bad does O'Brien look?" Because Beatty had looked like hell.

mrs_persson June 29 2011, 15:35:12 UTC

"Oh god. I think Beatty broke his damn nose for him." Una shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with them, particularly as long as Beatty remains unassigned. And the worst part is, I think keeping them apart would be worse than letting them continue to hang about together."

8:00 or thereabouts jurisfictional June 29 2011, 13:58:37 UTC

Thursday is late to the party, but she has an excuse! She was in the library. Collecting booze.

Needless to say, if you can think of a relatively well-known fictional alcoholic beverage? It is on top of the cart she is carefully pushing into the pub. Because the bar here does some pretty good cocktails, but if you're going to get properly smashed you need a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.

Not that there's any on top of the cart! That would be silly. And dangerous. Instead, it's in a very small flask in a very secure box under the cart. Maybe it will get pulled out later when Thursday's common sense has decreased sufficiently.

Re: 8:00 or thereabouts you_run_i_chase June 29 2011, 17:23:30 UTC

Parker was drinking a vodka martini rather than her normal scotch, and she'd already talked her out of someone who was trying to convince her to have a cosmo. Damn, sometimes drinking with women was hard. However, when she saw the cart she couldn't help but stare.

It was a moment before she headed over towards it, and the woman who had bought about it's entry. Parker pulled the olive on it's toothpick from her drink, and gestured with it.

"Alright, so what's with the cart?" Her voice sounded amused, but not cuttingly so.

Re: 8:00 or thereabouts jurisfictional June 29 2011, 17:35:22 UTC

Thursday offered a smile in return. "More drinks. Fictional ones. Sarah told me to bring junk food, but I decided this would be more interesting. I've never had half of these before."

you_run_i_chase June 29 2011, 18:04:22 UTC

"Fictional drinks, huh?" Parker raised a brow and she swirled her olive back into her glass and then pulled it off with relish. "I'll be trying those too. What's your name, library girl?"

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