herr_bookman (
herr_bookman) wrote in
milliways_bar2017-10-26 03:34 pm
Bar fight!
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!]
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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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.
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Guide Roars at the human.
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Unfortunately he recently changed scene, so he isn't at his most calm.
"OI! BUMBAG!" he roars. "Watch it!"
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War may be smirking, a little.
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He sees her and frowns at the look on her face, "Enjoying the show?"
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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.
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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.
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Sombra flickers into invisibility, then sees what trouble she can get into when no one knows where she is!
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(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?
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"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.
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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.'
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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."
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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.
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Emcee can't get squashed. Gil will be sad.
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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.
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"Shall we go somewhere quieter?" she asks as she Force pushes a brawling pair that were getting too close back toward the scrum.
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