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Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

"Maddie! Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow? It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs. At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long. The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways. As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human. A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS! MADDIE! THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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Naturally, Kira has her personal plans under control. What do you do when strange people burst in and start screaming about ghosts and compromised labs and other disasters and there's violence in all cardinal directions?

You start running and screaming.

This is her second lap of the bar, since she couldn't reach any doors the first time around.

Is this what Kara has been reduced to? Rescuing the flailing and inept? She hasn't gotten to hit even one single thing, and she knows Kal is hanging around, probably watching her totally fail to do anything.

"Hey!" Kara says, superspeeding into Kira's path with her hands held up in a warding gesture, "No! No more of the panicking!"

AUIGH SUPERSPEED. Kira brakes.

"People hitting each other! With shooting guns!!"

Could be worse. Kara could be a native of Kira's world. She's, sadly, kind of a representive sample.

"Yes! There are! But are they shooting or hitting at you?! No! You're jus adding to the general chaos and - !"

Okay, maybe fewer exclamation points are in order. Kara drops her hands to he rsides and adopts a calmer tone of voice.

"Just...go outside or something. Hang out with Mr. 'I'm A Cop!'. But be cool, holy -" a chair comes flying out of nowhere, as chairs are wont to do in bar brawls, and Kara twists her head and neatly vaporizes it with heat vision " - cow, dude."

Armwaving shouting chairsploding angry person!

Kira is now running and screaming counterclockwise instead of clockwise.

Kara curses in Interlac - the translation is roughly 'five breasted goat mothering whore of a spacetrawler'. Let's hope Kira doesn't speak Interlac.

"Argh - I didn't mean it!" Kara shouts, zipping in front of Kira again and grabbing her shoulders this time, so she won't be able to escape. Because that's how you calm people down. "Be calm! BE CALM!"

She's grabbed! Help!

"Help! FROG!"

The latter part of which was meant to be a level-headed offer to turn Kara into a frog if she didn't unhand the non-Interlac-speaker. It's mostly an empty threat--and Kira is not in a fit mental state to cast anything at the moment anyway.

"Woman!" Kara says, "Control yourself!"

...damn it, there were supposed to be fewer exclaimation points. Kara sucks in a steadying breath.

"Okay, look, I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want you to stop adding to the pandemonium, 'kay?"

He's slouched in a seat in one corner of the bar when the fight breaks out.

Jack looks up, black eyes gleaming, then gets to his feet.

"Never say I'm not a man what doesn't take advantage of the opportune moment," he drawls, and sets off into the crowd.

Archie walks out of the office for a tea break in the midst of his paperwork and stops dead at the sight of the seething mass of people.

"What the bloody hell is going on out here?"

He plunges into the midst of the crowd, trying mostly in vain to break up some of the fights, throwing some punches of his own in the process...

Tommy waits until things seemed to have calmed down, before making his way over toward someone wearing a Security badge. He's not really familiar with Security, only knowing one member personally (and she's currently not around).

Still, he's cursed with hopeless honesty. And itching as well; seems like Jack didn't get that gunk mixed properly after all.

"Excuse me," he says as politely as he can under the circumstances, to the room at large. "I'd like to report myself for any punishment Security may deem necessary for my actions."

Hopelessly honest.

Steph, straightening up from checking a nearby patron is all right and wiping sweaty hair out of her eyes, blinks and double-takes.

Her eyebrow goes way up.

"Are you for real?"

"Er... yes." Tommy looks a bit perplexed. "I take it by your reaction that people here don't often own up to their mistakes?"

He scratches his head. "When I first came in, Rachel told me that you can defend yourself if someone attacks you and Security can't get there in time. Except since I kinda went on the offensive for a bit, I'm not sure if I'm in the wrong at all. I'd really rather not cause any more trouble than I already have, making someone come looking for me." After all, back on his Earth he's Security, so he can sympathize.

Tommy frowns. "For the record, though, the guy I was fighting with knocked himself out."

"Well -- I usually own up, but that's 'cos I'm on Security," Steph says, eyeing him up and down with some amusement. "Look, we're pretty busy at the moment, obviously, but if you wanna get in and get a good cell I'm not gonna argue. Step right this way, sir."

She's only laughing at him a little bit.

"I'm part of my world's equivalent, hence the compulsive honesty," Tommy admits. "Comes with the territory, I guess. If you'd rather save 'em for the people who've been breaking limbs and punching teeth out, that's fine. I'd just kinda like to know whether I should be expecting to go to the cells, or if I should be hauling myself to the infirmary instead. I'm not exactly certain what constitutes an infraction of the rules, given that I haven't had any problems yet."

He grimaces. "I have no idea how all of this started. All I know is that I was sitting there, minding my own business, when I get hit with this... gunk that is not compatible with humans, apparently."

Nice going, Jack.

"And it was either defend myself or get slimed and stomped on. The guy clearly had it in for me." He points to the unconscious Jack. "Apparently he was under the impression that I'm a ghost, and that I was therefore fair game for a beating and dissection."

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?" Steph asks, scanning him sharply. "If you've been hitting people, I mean, it's cell time as a standard rule. Don't worry, it's not like anyone cares or anything. But as a whole, we like to look down on people who beat and dissect ghosts. And if you're hurt, infirmary for sure."

She thinks of Santi, the little ghost boy, and scowls protectively.

"I'm not exactly alive myself."

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Sariel *was* headed infirmary-wards. Was. She's covered in green gunk, and the sharp of eyes might spot little red dots springing up to mar dark skin. The security member's appearance almost makes her slip as she whirls around, and she's skidding on slimed boots as she stumbles closer. "... Sir?" Because Archie's on security. He's automatically a sir.

"They just started firing at us! Something about ghosts in their laboratory." She of course has no idea just who's dead and who isn't.

"Which ones, miss?"

Honestly, he's a mind to toss the whole lot of them in a cell together, if he could work out how to get them all there by himself. At least years on a ship of war gave him practice on slippery ground, he doesn't lose his footing.

Sariel's more used to a starship at the occasional skirmish rather than war, and in those cases the deckplates are fairly sound read: non-slippery with crud. "The--" one hand lifts, pauses, then points in the general direction of Jack and Maddie... or rather, Jack or Maddie. Given the general levels of chaos in the bar and the gunk in her face and hair, she might not be the best at picking them both out. she's at least tried, though.

Well, Jack is somewhat hard to miss given his size and his bright, orange hazmat. He is currently out-cold on the floor. Maddie is right beside him, having been carry/dragged over by a green-skinned woman and a rather worried teenaged boy.

Oh. In that case, Sariel's not that far off. She might not be spot on with the whole pointing thing, but that orange shade? Pretty hard to miss. It's fairly clear who she's aiming at.

"Bloody hell, well at least they're out of commission..."

But there's still a hell of a lot of people fighting. The cells are going to be busy tonight.

"Can we get a healer over here?!"

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It's been a long, tiring, and mostly unsuccessful day at CTU. About the only thing Jack wants to see when he opens the door to the bar is a very large drink and the stairs up to his and Chris' suite.

Instead, he's greeted by a brawl.

"Oh for fuck's sake," he says, jumping into the fray and trying to pull people apart. Needless to say he's not in the mood for dealing with people leniently.

This is why Sikozu thinks sleep should somehow be evolved out of her species. There's too much to do and it just gets in the way.

She may be small, but she's stronger than she looks and heads directly into the fray, trying to pry people apart from each other. And if all else fails, she has a pulse pistol and knows how to use it.

There will be cellings. Oh, there will be cellings.

"Finally... Security.." Dot walked over from where she had been watching over one of the instigators. "Two humans came in, bearing weapons and screaming about ghosts invading their home from their Door. They started attacking any patron that didn't look like them."

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