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[phaseshifts]

Date & Time: New Year's Eve!! EVENING
Location: Around town
Characters: Tyki Mikk and OPEN? Feel free to threadjump each other, or be partying already somewhere.
Summary: Tyki Mikk goes barcrawling. It's the new year, he wants to party!
Warnings: n/a so... far. Warning for Tyki maybe?

[He still hasn't said a word over the network, and he doesn't feel any particular urge to get on doing that - there's plenty of interesting people here, probably. But Tyki would much rather meet them face to face.

He's always been a rover, and ofttimes a drinker. As well, it's a holiday. That's what brings him out tonight. He'll wheedle his way into some debauchery if it kills him, and he's sure it won't. Playing poker should net him enough cash for women and drinks if he runs low, but he hasn't spent that much and doesn't expect he will.

If he runs into other outworlders on his leisurely trek through bar after alley after bar, that's a nice bonus. Find him anywhere!]

Comments

[onblackwings]

[ This is supposed to be a celebration, is what she's gathered, but Khisanth is getting tired of... basically all of it. It's a stream of uninteresting and drunk men, a slew of shrill and drunk women, and it won't stop raining. She's just stepped into a huge rain puddle and probably ruined these stupid shoes, and the umbrella blew away about ten minutes ago, and she's pretty much ready to kill the next annoying human that hits on her.

...But then that's not very qhen of her, is it. She takes a deep breath, brushes wet hair back, and calls to mind a spell. It creates an invisible shield above her, which at least keeps the rain off. Which is... a start. But this mood is still pretty ugly. ]

[trickstermentor]

[Here's another soul whose usually up for his fair bit of debauchery and misbehaviour, but tonight he's out on a mission because he realises he only has an hour and a half to go until midnight and he's devoid of two or three rather vital ingredients to seeing the new year in.

The first- and already acquired- are candles for a birthday cake which is chilling in the fridge back in his apartment.

(The second thing is milk, but that is easy enough to come by closer to home)

The third and most important thing he's been hunting for is champagne, which he has managed to procure from a generous bartender and is now being carried back not too inconspicuously towards the living quarters.]

Ah~ A very Happy New Year to you in advance!

[onemoredeath]

[ Takegami was in a good mood for drinking. That was a fact that a few more wise members of the natives have noticed and decided that it would be for the best to be no where near him when he reached that fighting mood that they had been witness to. Others didn't seem to know or care about it as they tagged along, enjoying the quick banter and the snatches of songs that they could coax from the pretty Japanese man.

It was this loud and rambunctious group that piled into the next bar, Takegami shaking off the clinging hands of a couple local beauties and strutted across the bar to claim a stool and snatch at the nearest bottle at hand. ]

You don't mind sharing?

[debtor]

[In the swill of drunken excitement and celebration, there's a group of rather large, rather rough, rather displeased gentlemen pouring out of one bar in particular— and setting immediately off down the streets in search of something. Or someone. There's rumblings about some kid (or 'old man'?— there seems to be some confusion), who'd unjustly made off with the entire pot, from the sound of it. And their intentions aren't exactly friendly.

Tyki wasn't the only one playing poker tonight.

The men pass heedlessly by one thin, dark alley, where some kid is crouching in the shadow of a dumpster. He's got a black cap pulled down over his hair, and the collar of his tattered coat hides half his face from view. And his wallet's comfortably heavy tonight, but he can't rest easy until he makes it back to the flat. He can't afford to run into anymore trouble tonight, either; after all, he can only pull something like this off a few more times in a single city, before he has to worry about reaching a certain level of infamy. This is the second time in four weeks...

A guy's gotta pay the (food) bills somehow, though.

Tim sits high above on the edge of a rooftop, watching the streets like a tiny golden sentry. Allen listens to the footsteps fade, and waits for his golem's signal before he rises to his feet with his back pressed firmly against the brick wall, peering cautiously into the street.]

[lovesgod]

It's been a while since he's caused any chaos - and none here at all - so this celebration seems like the perfect time. He mentally tracks some of the powerful entities - Prestor, Thor, and of course Dean - keep them far away from himself, and meanders into bar after bar. It's funny, what being in a bar with the devil can do. Because Lucifer just makes sure his magic works. First the liquor is too strong, and then it's water, and then it's blood (that's an entertaining sight). Then all he has to do is whisper madness into one person's ear to get the whole bar fighting.

So his New Years is pretty grand, actually. Watching humans dig each other's eyes out has his own kind of satisfaction.

Although it might be strange to see a unscratched and unharmed man meander, whistling a merry tune, out of a bar in which not a single other person isn't brawling.