MANCAVE [OPEN!!]

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

WHO: Hiruma Youichi, Hell Towers residents, YOU??? Lyrics and name aside, both guys AND gals are allowed! ANYONE.
WHERE: MANCAVE. HELL TOWERS. BROOKLYN.
WHEN: Freitag! Tonight! 8? 9? I forgot when I put the time for starting.
WARNINGS: Rated H for Hiruma. Underage drinking, gambling, and all the other fun stuff that an "H" rating implies!
SUMMARY: The MANCAVE is now finished! Time to break it in, party style.
FORMAT: YOUR MOTHER.



The rec room on the 10th floor of Hell Towers, or The Mancave as Hiruma had lovingly christened it, was finally finished after months of construction. Delays had been few, despite earthquakes and missile attacks. Hiruma found himself still upset as he laid out some of the finger foods he'd purchased for the occasion. He had really liked that girl, and now she was gone, ported out right from under his nose before he had really fessed up to her. Would she ever come back? If she did, would she remember him? Youichi usually wasn't one to mourn for things that could have been, but he just couldn't pull himself out of the emotional hole that had been dug. He was hoping this party would fix that.

The first person to arrive was the hired barkeep, who Hiruma didn't feel like speaking to beyond basic instructions. He had to finish putting together a second pool table before the real guests arrived. Not to mention make sure all the hidden cameras were functioning... after all, no reason to miss out on possibly useful information.

But, for the most part, the mancave was complete. The TV was huge, LCD, complete with a combination bluray/DVD player and a cabinet full of movies next to it. There were extra chairs in addition to the comfortable furniture available and plates of typical party fare laid out on the tables. The walls were, of course, plastered with things Hiruma liked; mostly posters of football teams and players. There was a print of that famous painting of the dogs playing poker. A jukebox in the arcade room was playing lively music and contained everything from American classic rock and metal to Japanese pop. The arcade machines were set to accept quarters as credits; a reduced price tonight of just 25 cents a play!

But in all honesty, Hiruma didn't care if anyone showed up at all. He could have fun all by himself.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

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[shiromadoushi]

Bakura was predictably one of the first to arrive, baked goods in tow. "Where did you want these?" he asked with a smile, hefting up the bags at his side a bit.

He had probably over done it, as always, but any leftovers were near guaranteed to be eaten the next day, so he really wasn't concerned.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Of course, Bakura was the first one to show up. And with a bag full of what smelled like something baked, fresh and delicious. "I thought you weren't gonna make anything, kekeke." Hiruma had suspected that he would bring something anyway and he gestured to a serving tray over by the kitchenette. "That'll do ya."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair had plenty of time after work to flop down, feign a nap, shower, pick out a clean shirt, and change before the party was supposed to start. He had no idea who was even coming, or what the party would bring about, but he made sure jeans and shirt were tighter than tight, just in case.

Well, bartender. That was unexpected. "Just a beer. I don't care, whatever's back there," he demanded, and then went to flop on the couch with his drink. Bring it on.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

The bartender just nodded and offered a bottled beer from the fridge, opening it before handing it to Alastair. Hiruma, meanwhile, meandered out from the arcade room and flopped next to Alastair.

Of course he noticed those pants first. Damn, Alastair could work a pair of jeans.

"Yo."

tags will be slow; catching up other logs and work schedule flips to graveyard sunday

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

It had been implied that he should go, and with all the stress of his daily life bearing down on him like a bullet train heading for a stalled car on the tracks, it seemed like a good idea to take two moments--just for himself, and only himself--to breathe. He wasn't running away, this time; he intended to go back. Everything he needed to take care of was here, in the City. A few hours alone? Tch. Honestly, they probably wanted him to stop following them around like a ghost. It was all right.

And if he excused himself by saying that it was a mission to find out how normal males his age behaved and see if he felt comfortable doing the same, then he could almost persuade himself that it wasn't a pointless bit of frivolity.

...Almost.

poor you!

[hackeralastair]

Alastair just sort of watched the guy slink in, wondering if he knew him and how. It was hard to tell sometimes, especially when so many people on the network preferred not to use video posts. He took a sip of his beer, observing for now.

That's ok bb! <3 Just glad you could tag in at all!

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma's eyes widened visibly when the skinny, quiet kid with the extreme bangs walked in to his new lair. He quirked one brow and looked over, making a thoughtful "hmmf" sound.

"Nanashi. Kekeke, didn't think you would be coming."

He honestly didn't. The invitation had been more of a joke than anything else. The lion shifting teen had always struck him as a very aloof creature.

*gives much tea and cookies*

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura blinked a moment when he spotted the unmistakable bangs, a little surprised. Somehow from what little he knew of Nanashi, he just... didn't seem the type to show up at a gathering like this.

Giving a small smile and wave, he headed over to say hello, if nothing else.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra showed up a few minutes after the start time listed in the invitation, dressed in clean and comfortable clothes, with a bag full of her best attempt at making cookies carried in her arms.

"I'm not too early, am I?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma peered over from his position on the couch at the girl. He took notice of the weasel... ferret... thing that was with her and immediately recognized her as Lyra.

"Yo. Nope, right on fucking time! Kekeke. What'd ya bring, ne?"

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

Rui had had plenty of time with his day off to prepare for the party, and to his credit managed to not lose track of that. Dressed in his favourite white pants and green and black t-shirt from the carnival's travels across the country, he was at the party before it had enough people to quite be deserving of the title.

Not willing to initiate socialising just yet, he found himself in the arcade room, quarters in his pocket as he played his way through an older Tekken game.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma got up from his spot, beer in hand and walked silently over into the arcade. He was gonna scare Rui good and make him mess up.

And so the blond crept closer, quite footfalls masked further by the dinging and ringing of the arcade and the jukebox's music. When he was close enough, he gently raked his nails down Rui's uncovered neck. That stupid lizard was going to jump halfway out of his skin.

[roflsupmafia.livejournal.com]

[ This is Yamamoto. He came in fashionably late because he got lost. Don't hurt him too much. ]

--Hey?

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[The party has already picked up a bit, and Hiruma is already a bit tipsy. But he recognizes that voice as someone... uh... well he doesn't know the kid's name. Oh well~~~]

Heeyyyyy! Not too busy being a hero, ne? Kekekekeke!

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

Kid arrived a little while after the party started, without really making much of a fuss. He had waved to a few of his floormates and grabbed himself a bottle of beer, but what he was most interested in was the arcade games that Hiruma had set up. He found a decent-looking gun game and fed some quarters into it.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Despite being an insufferable bastard, it couldn't be said that Hiruma was a poor host. He'd greeted every single person that had come through the door and said goodbye (and given a hard time to) those who had left early. Kid would be no exception. He didn't scare Kid like he did to Rui, instead casually walking up with beer in hand.

"Ne, Bakura already has the high score on that one. You gonna beat it? Kekeke."

[teppoudama-crow.livejournal.com]

Crow arrived sometimes around ten; he looked kind of lost as he walked over to the bar. It was time to get to know some people. Still, he really needed a drink first.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma, by that time, was really quite inebriated and friendly. He had no idea who this person was, what their name was, or even if they were an ImPort. But didn't care! Everyone was invited.

"Welcome to the fucking party, kekeke! What's upppp."

[satisfiedsigner]

Crow was not someone he'd expected to see when Kiryu finally headed to the bar. He didn't really expect to see Crow here at all. But...he wasn't all that annoyed to see him.

That actually annoyed him more than Crow did. Great.

"Hello, Crow~ This is a surprise."

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

Though he still had something of a cough, his arm was still in a sling, and the black eye wasn't entirely gone, the hospital staff had declared him well enough to be shooed out. And since Bakura had been kind enough to visit him (with a kitten, no less), he was happy to return the favor and drop by his house party.

He had to admit, the big-screen TV was most impressive for a planet so far behind in technology.

[shiromadoushi]

"Ben!" Bakura waved, heading over with a grin. "You came! How are you feeling?

failtag is go!

[sekaigaodoru.livejournal.com]

Anzu wasn't sure what to think--she'd arrived early enough, dropping there after a nice shower. She was suddenly grateful that she went clothes shopping all those months ago; otherwise, she'd be stuck in her school uniform, not wearing the jeans and trendy 80's style low-shouldered long-sleeved shirt that she was wearing now. It seemed party-accessible at least.

She glanced around, brown eyes scanning the people to see just who had shown up...

Not fail, just late. :)

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura was at the arcade section of the Mancave at one of the fighting games, doing rather well at it, despite his left hand being half limp. The stick was easy enough to move with out much tension and he had long ago learned how to work with what he had.

He was so engrossed in his game, he didn't notice Anzu's entry, but he stuck out pretty well.

hi bb /so late

[wolfofmibu]

Saitou would never understand the appeal of being surrounded by so much technology. Probably no matter how long the City kept him here, he'd always bide by that belief. Frivolous.

... He'd rather have those kind of trivial thoughts go through his mind than the ones regarding who'd just gone home. Without so much as a goodbye.

Saitou hadn't really spoken much since Hiruma told him so. Not much to anyone. Anyway these days it seemed the only person who could get him to talk was Elisa. And it happened so naturally. Like he wouldn't mind talking for hours.

He wasn't sure what to make of that.

So don't mind him, he'll be over here sitting at one of the barstools, brooding and looking at nothing in particular. Damn near tempted to light his cigarette, though.

HEY

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma took a seat next to Saitou and grinned.

"Hey, ya fuckin old wolf. You just look like the fucking life of the party, don't ya." Hiruma gave a bit of a laugh. He could tell when Saitou was jonesing for a cigarette, and now was that time. Hiruma reached over to the wall next to Saitou and flipped a switch. From the ceiling came a sound like a fan. And that's exactly what it was, an impeller of a fan leading outside, meant to draw smoke up and out of the room, keeping it fresh (and keeping the smoke detectors quiet).

"You didn't think I'd forgotten did you?" Hiruma gestures upwards. "How people love to drink and smoke at the same time, kekekeke. Knock yourself out. But don't really, that would be bad!"

latest ever! wooo

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu made his way down the hall to the rec room fairly late, after getting someone to take over his shift at Dancitron. That had taken longer than he would have liked, and he always ended up getting distracted while he was there anyway, but he doubted it'd be too much of a problem if he was late. Hiruma was hardly the most formal person, after all.

Still, he was probably going to end up spending quite a bit of time and money on those arcade games. It'd been a while since he'd been to his favorite arcade.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Lateness? Who cared. Not Hiruma, that was for sure. The only issue was slightly slimmer pickings on the snacks. Hiruma gave a small, somewhat drunken wave at Kiryu. "Kekekeke! Fashionably late, I see!"