Bar fight!

[herr_bookman]

All's quiet on the Western front... Until someone throws the first punch. A second person joins in, and then a third, and suddenly--chaos erupts in the bar. A whirling maelstrom of kicks and punches ensues, with some people joining in and others running for cover.

It's an all-out, knock-down, tooth-and-nail fight, and everyone's invited.

[OOC: Please see the following back room post for guidelines. Have fun!]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford is minding his own business by the fire, deleting emails he doesn't want to read when an empty coffee mug hurls over his shoulder and smashes onto the table in front of him.

He doesn't know who did it, but he's happy to return the favour. He doesn't have a heavy ceramic mug, but he does have an enormous paper cup full of uncomfortably warm coffee for whoever's standing back in that direction.

[herr_bookman]

Unfortunately for Autor, he's being shoved in that direction. He's got his back turned to Wilford, and the ex-soldier is currently engaged in punching the daylights out of someone else.

[shakemyhand]

Have a scalded Wraith who is pretty grumpy all ready.

Guide Roars at the human.

[vyvyan]

The cup hits Vyvyan in the head, even though it wasn't him that threw it.

Unfortunately he recently changed scene, so he isn't at his most calm.

"OI! BUMBAG!" he roars. "Watch it!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor is in the thick of it, throwing punches and elbows and kicks when he has the space. He's a five-foot seven-inch tower of spitting fury, unleashing months of poorly-repressed anger.

[beautiful_bullets]

A woman with wildfire eyes is perched at the bar with the best possible view; her long legs are elegantly crossed at the knee, and she's holding a huge and gaudy cocktail as missiles and blows fly around her.

War may be smirking, a little.

[herr_bookman]

Autor gets thrown into the bar, arching his back with the impact. He snarls at the woman once he spots her. "What are you laughing at?"

[iprotectyou]

"Great party, huh?" says a giant of a man clearly armed to the teeth, but not using his weapons yet.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's made his way through the brawl to the counter with his book, his knuckles are bloody, there's a bruise on his face and he'll have one on his side. Before he reaches the counter, a punch is thrown his way and he dodges, tripping the person as he rests his book and Bar takes it, "Could you hold onto this?"

He sees her and frowns at the look on her face, "Enjoying the show?"

[mogget_cat]

This woman-shaped being seems the calm eye at the heart of the storm. Well, no better place for a being of chaos and magic to be, really, especially if he doesn't want his tail stepped on again.

Something shaped like a small white cat, licking it's whiskers clean of blood (the tail-stepper certainly did not get away without retribution being visited upon their ankle), settles into a classic catloaf position next to the woman's fashionably-clad foot.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's been in a lot of brawls, they're almost expected in cantinas on the Outer Rim. When someone knocks into his table, spilling his caf and almost getting it on his book, he sighs and stands up.

The book, he sets on the table then turns to grab the next person fighting his way and shoves them into whoever they're fighting.

[herr_bookman]

Unfortunately for Autor, he's the one being shoved. Before he recovers his bearings, he whips around with a kick to whoever pushed him.

[shakemyhand]

Have a grumpy Wraith in an old, brown, leather coat, snarling at combatants and taking a few good punches.

[alec_swamp]

Alec watches bemused, staying out of it simply because he has no reason to get involved for once. And also because he could seriously hurt someone. But it's still, he will admit under duress, surprisingly entertaining.

[iprotectyou]

"Great party, isn't it?" the giant of a man says cheerfully, ambling over to th leafy non-human. The Guardian has a Security badge attached to his hip, and is clearly armed to the teeth--though he's not using any of his weapons yet.

[messwiththebest]

Whoops! Time for some thermoptic camouflage.

Sombra flickers into invisibility, then sees what trouble she can get into when no one knows where she is!

[shakemyhand]

Have a grumpy Wraith to terrorize, though if her cloak doesn't suppress infrared he might be able to spot her.

[shakemyhand]

An older Guide was sitting just minding his own business when someone throws a chair at him. Well, fuck, here we go. Have a Wratih willing to fight.

[herr_bookman]

The Wraith terrifies Autor. If there's anyone the boy doesn't want to piss off, it's him. The ex-soldier gives the alien a wide berth.

[jedi_interrupted]

Things Ahsoka was not expecting when entering her quarters; Milliways and the body spinning towards her. Thinking quickly, she deflects the person's momentum to send them away from the door and she quickly steps into Milliways proper before anyone else comes at her.

(The last thing she needs is to explain the new person and how they got on board a Republic command vessel.)

Now she sees...a fight? (She side steps away from a punch.) Isn't this supposed to not happen here? (A duck and block.) What the kriff is happening?

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's dodging and a mistimed kick just gets him and as he tries to catch his balance, he falls towards Ahsoka, "Kriff, sorry."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber just sits on a bar stool and watches while sipping a drink out of a straw and occasionally noshing on a bag of chips. Hey, he's brand new, but this is solid entertainment, and he is more than content to watch all this shit play out.

[isawit]

Selina neatly side steps a grabbling pair and takes a seat near him.

"Anyone drop anything interesting yet?" The question is innocent enough to be taken different ways, but the guy reads 'street' to her, so her actual meaning should be clear and safe.

[fry_sandhu]

How exciting! This hasn't happened in years, according to Dad.

Fry decides it's probably best not to join in, so instead he has climbed up onto one of the rafters and is busy taking notes.

'Guide and Autor are doing a big bit of fighting.
Wilford is throwing drinks. I hope he is going to mop it later because someone could slip over.
I am not sure if Baze is arresting people or joining in.'

[electro_kinetic]

Fry is getting a mate on that rafter, in the form of one Noriko: she like Fry took a rather circuitous route to get up there, but she has her feet dangling towards the barroom floor and is watching the melee going on below.

Not taking notes, though. She doesn't find it that fascinating, but the elevated view at least lets her see when or if her boyfriend comes in without having to risk being hit with something. "Wonder what started all this mess."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee had just been sitting at a table, reading a magazine and finishing up a cup of tea before deciding to go back through his door.

Except now he can't, because someone has started a brawl, and the exit is all the way on the other side of the room.

"Scheiße."

For a moment, he thinks the fighting is contained in one part of the room. But to his horror it quickly spreads like wildfire. In his direction.

"Scheiße!"

He stands up, intending to head for the stairway, but that way is also blocked by people fighting and now they're throwing objects and furniture and this is becoming increasingly absurd.

Someone knocks into him from behind, striking his shoulder hard, and he stumbles forward. He doesn't bother to see who it was and instead dives toward the nearest booth and under the table.

"Fucking assholes, all of them," he mutters, rubbing his shoulder.

He'll stay here until this stupidity dies down.

[fry_sandhu]

"Emcee! Come up here!" Fry suggests, from the rafters.

Emcee can't get squashed. Gil will be sad.

[moonandstar]

In a typical stroke of luck for him, Garyn's table is right in the middle of the thickest part of the brawl when it gets overturned along with his bowl of stew.

Garyn sighs and grimaces. He was eating that, godsdammit. But he'll be damned if that's cause to join in in - he wants no part in ANY bar fight ever again as long as he lives. But bar fights tend to have a will of their own. If this were a cartoon, there would be a cloud of dust and fists tumbling across his path.

Perhaps yours is one of them. Or perhaps you might want to lend a hand.

[last_kallig]

Ibani drops down from a rafter over Garyn's head, landing next to him with a "Garyn!"

"Shall we go somewhere quieter?" she asks as she Force pushes a brawling pair that were getting too close back toward the scrum.