Satellite Babies [OPEN]

[hackeralastair]

WHO: Alastair and OPEN!
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Friday night, between 9pm and the wee hours of the morning
WARNINGS: probably nothing if you don't count underage drinking and likely m/m flirting
SUMMARY: Everybody dance! Alastair wants to make more friends and hang out with the old ones before anybody else gets ported out on him. And to check out Dancitron. There will be drinking, dancing, flirting, and shenanigans.
FORMAT: Whichever you're comfortable with - just start the thread

Now this...this was more like it.

Other clubs in the City were fine, but Alastair had high hopes for Dancitron after befriending Soundwave, and from the looks of it, he would not be disappointed. He came with Kyosuke and planned to meet up with Bakura at the door, but once inside, he was looking forward to meeting up with all kinds of people. Good thing Kaiba didn't seem to have noticed his open invitation on the network - not that the jerk would be caught dead in a club, really. The redhead was dressed for a successful night of social interaction in his tightest pair of jeans, a body-hugging black sleeveless shirt with silver arrows running down one side, and some leather wristbands. The green stone - glass, now, not meteorite - dangling around his neck sparkled against the black.

He strode in with his usual bold swagger and went to a railing to look across the dance floor, looking for any of the others. The music was just as he expected - only the best, at Soundwave's direction. This was going to be a great night, if he had anything to say about it.


((ooc: Anyone who heard his post to the network is welcome to drop in, TAG YOURSELF IN let's make it count! Threadhopping encouraged, and shenanigans are fine as long as we don't trash Soundwave's club or get anyone killed...))

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[hesafairylol.livejournal.com]

Jean-Paul was already at the club, enjoying himself. He was having a blast. This was so much fun. Granted, he had no idea what he was signing himself up for. He had been clubbing before, but never here. He had arrived about five minutes before Alastair, mostly due to the fact that Jean-Paul was bored and had nothing for him to do.

Spotting Alastair, he grinned, walking over to him. Jean-Paul was wearing a tight black t-shirt and looser jeans. "Alastair! Sorry if I'm a bit early. That's the price you pay for inviting a super-speedster with an open schedule."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair completely forgot he had come with anyone and went straight to meet JP...something about superheroes in tight t-shirts was impossible to resist. "Hey, good! You did get my message. Sorry, I had to eat and get ready after work." He ramped up the smirk a bit. "What's the matter? No papers to grade or anything? No hard work keeping you busy~?"

[hesafairylol.livejournal.com]

"Non," he said. And boy oh boy did Jean-Paul look relieved. "It's easy to grade papers at super-speed. You just have to make sure not to tear the papers. I've got that art down to a 'T'." He smirked at Alastair, obviously proud of himself. "My night is completely free. So, want to dance?"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair laughed, giving himself a few moments to correct his mind and make sure whatever he said came out in English. At least hanging out with JP was giving him plenty of practice in controlling his language power. "Hell yeah I do," he replied, stepping close and then sliding away without actually making contact. His favorite teasing move.

One song was just mixing into the next as he stepped down onto the dance floor, trusting in JP to be right behind him. The night was already off to a good start, it looked like. Alastair fell right into step with the music, swaying his hips just a little.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma found the club with no problems. A flash of his pearly whites was all it took to get into just about any club he wanted. He was a little disappointed that Himuro would not be joining them, but hey, Marco was. Or so he said.

He better. I went through the trouble of making that damn ID for 'em.

The lanky quarterback was dressed rather smartly. He had on a dark gray shirt adorned with a print of a stack of bloody skulls with a fat raven on top. He just loved those gory t-shirts. His jeans were dark denim and tight and held up with a studded belt. A chain connected the wallet in his back pocket to his belt loop and his shoes were simple Converse sneakers. To make up for a lack of pockets in the jeans, he had tied a plain black hoodie around his waist. What its pockets contained, God only knew.

And maybe not even God, at that.

Finding himself a seat in the corner, he hailed a waiter with a wave and ordered a drink for himself.

[hackeralastair]

At his first chance to take a break and get a drink, Alastair took a moment to check out the patrons, looking for familiar faces. Good thing he had gone searching for video posts by certain ID numbers, so he could make sure he knew what to look for. Hiruma was unmistakeable.

He sashayed up with a smirk. "Hiding out in the dark, are we?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"kekekeke," Hiruma cackled, swirling his drink a little, "It's a dance club. The entire fucking thing is dark, so it's not TOO hard to 'hide'."

"Besides, I told you. I didn't come here to dance."

[hackeralastair]

"All right, you got me there," Alastair admitted, pulling over an adjacent chair and sitting backwards on it. "Mind if I join you for a bit? I need a break." He set a bottle on the table in front of him.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura fidgeted a bit with the sleeve of his shirt as he hung back from the main group, feeling insanely selfconscious and out of place. It was one thing to go out to a club where the only person he knew was Alistair... but other people from the network would be there. It made him wonder if he should have just dressed like normal... other people seeing him like that... what would they think?

[hackeralastair]

If there was one thing Alastair was going to make sure to do that night, it was keep Bakura from hiding in a corner. He wanted to expose his friend to as much fun as possible. The pounding music and riot of lights was probably sensory overload, so he hooked an arm around Bakura's shoulders and dragged him up to the rail to have a look. "What do you think?" he wondered with a grin. "See anything you like?"

[shiromadoushi]

"Aah---" Bakura faltered, rubbing the back of his neck a little, a very faint blush on his cheeks. "I-- I don't really know yet!" he laughed sheepishly. "It's a little hard to think with all this loudness!"

His shoulders were still a bit hunched in as he continued to fidget with his sleeve, despite his friend's presence.

[hackeralastair]

"You're not supposed to think..." Alastair patted him and let go, though he definitely noticed the fidgeting. "You're supposed to cut loose, relax, all that. I won't drag you around with me if you don't want to, but at least promise me you won't hide behind a table in a corner all night."

oh hey maybe I should tag in

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu had been here once before, when he delivered his souvenirs from Japan, but he'd been waiting to actually come at night until he could go with Alastair. They'd promised to go together after all. And the place looked amazing at night. And he certainly couldn't complain about the choice of music; Soundwave had great taste as far as he was concerned.

He needed this. He needed to just forget about Crow; that idiot had hated him anyway, and even if he might have a chance someday of making up with Yuusei--not that he really wanted to--there was no way he and Crow could ever make up. He could see that now.

It still pissed him off that the 'porter kept taking his family away. At least it hadn't taken Saitou.

Kiryu shook his head, moving toward the bar. He would get pleasantly drunk, and forget about the idiot, and enjoy himself.

hey baybeee

[hackeralastair]

Of all his friends, Alastair knew Kiryu could take care of himself just fine, and didn't have a problem going their separate ways for a while. He came back later while on his breather, to order a drink himself and see how the others were doing. He leaned up beside Kyosuke at the bar and just grinned.

hallo there

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu glanced over and grinned back, setting down his glass. It was empty, and his third one, but he didn't really feel like drinking more at the moment.

"Hey~ Having fun?"

[hackeralastair]

"You could say that~." Alastair gave him a cat-like grin, and then glanced at the glass on the bar. "How about you?"

yeah she totally 'had to work' guys

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

She said she wouldn't turn up and she didn't much like going back on her word like that. But the club had been suspiciously dead for a Friday night, and the others had all urged her to go home.

So here she was, walking into the club still dressed in the smart black suit she wore for work, heading straight for the bar first thing, a good starting place for the night.

oh good job Maria

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma watched the girl walk in from his position in the corner and stood up to follow her, taking a seat next to her in the bar.

"So, busy night, huh? Kekekek!"

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

"Hello to you, too." Himuro replied coolly as she settled into her seat, carefully unbuttoning the jacket of the suit and lying it on top of the bar.

"So? Who else showed?"

[loltraitorlol.livejournal.com]

Starscream did not so much walk into Dancitron as saunter. He did, after all, own half of the establishment, even if it was only in an administrative position (after all, he had to run StarWave Industries). He was dressed in a snappy white suit with pale silver pinstripes, paired with a red dress shirt, golden tie, blue gloves and blue shoes, complete with a black fedora. Somehow, he made the look work, and work well.

The bouncers didn't even bother to card him, simply giving him the slightest of nods. He easily crossed the dance floor, slipping through the dancing revelers like a silver snake before sliding over to the bar.

"High grade energon, if you would," he said. In truth it was a code word for a drink - a neon pink concoction in a cube-shaped glass, complete with a glowing ice cube inside. The drink had just the slightest lacings of jalapeno syrup to give it a kick.

He sat back and watched the crowd, eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

and this is why ILU Starscream

[hackeralastair]

Well, that entrance was hard to ignore. Alastair glanced at whoever had bumped into him to see that they had moved out of the way of the newcomer. A bit of a smurk curved his lips; that had to be one of the 'bots. Ostentatious abuse of human clothing design? Oh yes.

The next song in the set happened to be one that annoyed him, so he eased out of the crowd and left the dance floor, wanting to go up and meet this guy. As Alastair came closer, the glowing eyes were the cincher. He figured his guess was safe. "And you must be Starscream..."

:3

[loltraitorlol.livejournal.com]

"Indeed," he said, sipping his drink. "And you must be Alastair, yes?"

The song was slightly irritating to him as well. "Must not be Soundwave tonight. He generally has far better taste..."

two tags for the price of one with permission

[the-grimheaper.livejournal.com]

Sho himself was dressed in a black sleevless shirt with some jeans he had thrown together along with chains around his neck and pants. He enjoyed having fun and goofing off, so this was his kind of place!

His Leto had arrived with him, agreeing to tag along. Sho was already trying to drag to the bar, since dancing wasn't his taste.

"his Leto" lmao <3

[suck-it-irulan.livejournal.com]

Leto was not quite used to the dancing styles of this era just yet - honestly, at times it looked more like the dancers were flirting with the beginning of a Spice orgy, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing - so he wasn't really resisting being pulled to the bar at all.

He also wasn't used to the intricacies of club fashion, so he might have been standing out a little in his brown leather trousers and slightly Renaissance Faire-looking white shirt, though at least he'd left the top few buttons undone. He was glad of the opportunity to observe what was more... socially acceptable, so to speak. These 't-shirts' were interesting things.

lol caught my spelling error

[the-grimheaper.livejournal.com]

Sho couldn't honestly care about dancing, he had better ways of capturing attention to himself. And being too absorbed in other duties like his art and back home, his job as one of the gods of death.

He sits himself on a bar stool and orders his first drink, expecting Leto to follow suit.