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.

[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.

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.

[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?"

[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.

[roflsupmafia.livejournal.com]

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

--Hey?

[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.

[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.

[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.

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...

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.

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.