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[touched_by_fire]

[OOC: Millitimed to Christmas Eve/Morning. Locked, since I missed the official end of the Haunted Holiday plot. No comments please. =) ]

After another night of nightmares, Danny is out early, before what passes for a sun has risen. He stand out by the lake, calmly working through various Tai Chi exercises, trying to clear his mind and balance his chi. As he goes about the slow and sweeping movements, his mind clears...at least until one turn has him facing all three ghosts from his nightmares.

He stops and moves to a lose pose, ready for any motion on their part. They stare at him, saying nothing, and he returns their stares until finally and shakes his head and returns to his practice.

They are phantoms, he tells himself. Nothing. Their words equally ephemeral.

He earned the Fist. He would continue to use it. He would fight for today, tomorrow would be another battle. For how can there be a tomorrow if today isn't fought for? And he would be his own weapon.

At these thoughts, his chi rose and light his Fist, lighting the morning, just as the sun rose over the mountains, bringing a new day to the end of the universe. Behind him, the three ghosts smiled in their own ways before fading from view.

He was a weapon, yes, but more, he was a person. He would become the weapon he chose.

New Year's Eve Party

[i_am_your_host]

By New Year's Eve, everyone who has ordered something directly from the Bar has received an invitation to Emcee's party, no matter what their means of communication. Or if they've perused the notice board, they've seen a flyer making note of it. Along with emphasizing a fun, casual, and inclusive atmosphere, the invitation provides directions on how to find said celebration: just follow the arrows.

On the night of the party, neon-colored arrow decals that light up if stepped on have been placed on the floor, pointing to the elevator. In the elevator, more arrows point to the button for the garage. And in the garage, even more arrows lead down the aisles between cars, planes, and spaceships. Not sure where you're going? Several of Jay's hive drones are flitting around, making sure no one gets lost. They all guide guests toward a modest, single craft-sized hangar. Except tonight, it's not housing an aircraft (which is now outside next to it, with the note Property of Sahaal on it), but Emcee's New Year's Eve party.

Closed red velvet curtains hang in the wide, open doorway. Pinned to the curtains is a sign that reads WELCOME, and under that, BE KIND. It's an attitude that Emcee hopes is not too difficult to adhere to.

Step through, won't you?

Inside, the party is likely in full swing.

Above, twin mirror balls, one at each end of the room, spin in tandem, casting twinkling lights over everything. The light shifts colors every so now and then, from gold to pastels to rainbows. Placed among the gantries are devices that will release silver confetti onto the crowd below at midnight. The walls are draped with more velvet curtains, hiding the cold steel and providing decorative sound insulation, as upbeat music pumps through the speakers.

On the back wall there's a large digital clock counting down the time.

Meanwhile, Emcee is around, wearing impeccable makeup that will most likely be sweated off before the end of the night; tight, cropped black leather trousers; and a white tank top with the word HOT spelled out with tiny red kisses.

Find your host anywhere, anywhere at all, if he doesn't find you first.


[OOC: Millitimed to New Year's Eve, but open forever! Threadhop, mingle, arrive as couples, have fun!]

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[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"THE SHOP IS CLOSED! GO HOME, YOU HAVE ENOUGH PRESENTS!"

Bernard enters, slamming the door behind him.

Well at least that stupid ghost that kept trying to tell him to stop drinking has gone. Turns out the only thing he needed to do was to make a resolution to drink at a different home pub to the Bull and Bush, which wasn't exactly difficult, since their beer tastes like piss anyway.

Unlike this place, where the wine is reasonably priced and freely flowing. He orders some, lights a cigarette, and wanders around to the fish tank wondering what the weird things inside are.

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[for_everyone]

"I told him we'd start tomorrow –"

"And I believe you, I just thought –"

Hera cuts off at once. This isn't the galley, or at least, not the galley they were expecting. She shoots a look at Kanan. "We are going to talk about this."

"Oh are we?" Kanan grins, a little quickly, and keeps walking. "Because I thought we'd get a drink."

"Right," Hera huffs, though she follows him. "That's just what we need after a botched job."

"It can be a cheap drink." Kanan pulls out of one of the stools as they reach the bar, and looks up at her expectantly. She pauses a little longer, dragging it out, but then joins him.

"One cheap drink."