new years eve party! ota

[the_caped_crusader]

WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: De Chima Grand Hotel (and the entire block around it)
WHEN: December 31st, 2017
WHAT: New Years Eve Bash!
WARNINGS: Drinking, partying, etc.



[De Chima's Grand Hotel is the city's most luxurious and expensive hotel, mirroring the sophistication and art-forward nature of the neighborhood that surrounds it. The space inside is an electic mix of cast-iron detailing and majestic masonry columns, all of which create a leap from the street outside to the accomodations inside. Bruce rented the entire hotel months in advance, wanting to make a gesture to imPorts and native citizens for all of the turmoil they endured over the past year. Now, instead, they could all come together and celebrate their entry into a new year, and hopefully, better circumstances.

The hotel leads party-goers up the iron wrought grand stair, hand painted silver leaf ceiling overhead, to equally beautiful hand painted elevator doors. It takes them all the way to the rooftop, a spacious outdoor oasis with unobstructed views to De Chima's own glittering New Years Eve ball. There's a premium open bar, with catered hors d'oeuvres and dessert stations. Festive hats, horns, and noisemakers are complimentary as well as Champagne at midnight.

Not to be outdone, Tony Stark has the entire street outside of the hotel set up with a DJ and the largest speaker setup anyone has ever seen, blasting an upbeat playlist of blood-pumping music. Woden is, unfortunately, uninvited from performing after the events of last month, his photo passed around to security and bouncers alike to remove him from performing. Unfortunately, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, who had planned on attending, is immediately removed from the premises by mistake. He can be heard screaming through his vocodor that there is some sort of mistake, but his cries go untended. As with the rooftop above, complimentary Champane and alcohol is served at ground level.

At midnight, the countdown begins to 2018, with a fireworks display the moment the ball drops at 12:00, a joint effort between both billionaires, and one of the few things the both of them could actually agree upon for the evening. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE AT MOM!]

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bruce wayne | ota

[the_caped_crusader]

[Where else would you expect to find Bruce Wayne than on the rooftop? He surveys the crowd from below, internally planning his escape from his own New Years party. He discretely checks his watch as he takes a sip of ginger ale, and occasionally heads to the open bar for a refill when out of the earshot of other guests.

At midnight, as the ball begins to countdown, and everybody's attention is now on the ball about to drop, he turns to leave, to change into his other outfit, and to prowl the city in peace. Crime will be light tonight-- it looks like half of the city is down below...]

midnight.

[trouvaille]

( The mock-cape and tuxedo-lite mini-dress that Gwen had dug out for this event is borderline Batman cosplay, so in a manner of speaking she's about beaten him to the punch on other outfits -

and on trying to slip out of the party before midnight, a combination of high heels, too many glasses of champagne and stairs making their collision just past the doorway to exit more or less an inevitability.

There's a lot happening here. She regrets a solid three quarters. )

[the_caped_crusader]

[He catches her by the shoulders before the collision is anymore severe, and feigns a laugh while eyeing the bartender with a discrete nod down to maybe cut her off for the night. He has to duck his head a little, being that she is tiny and he is not, to get a good look at her eyes and how gone she is before addressing her.]

Hey. [He smiles.] You alright there? You almost took a spill there.

Open bar

[journalkeeper]

[ Lucretia is normally in Maurtia Falls but she'd heard about a party and despite herself managed to decide to treat herself. she's got a quite nice dress on and an equally quite nice glass of deep red wine.

She spots Bruce and (mostly glad to see someone she recognizes) goes to say hello. But she hesitates once she actually gets closer and notices that he looks... younger. ]

...Bruce?

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce is, exactly as one would expect, looking like a billion dollars. As though by providence, a few early fireworks explode in the air behind him at mention of his name and he turns as beckoned, bubbling drink in hand.]

Lucretia? [He smiles.] You look lovely as always.

[aboveand]

[Of course Terry sees his boss through the crowd, so he slowly makes his way towards him, not making it obvious that going over to the billionaire ostensibly out of his league. Eventually he makes it over there, and sells the whole thing by "accidentally" bumping into him.]

Hey man, watch the--[A pause when he "realizes" who he rammed into.]-- Whoa, shut up, Bruce Wayne? You're totally Bruce Wayne!

[This was so much easier when he worked for the Old Man and had a reason to know and be around him. To his credit, he's a natural actor--not overplaying his hand at all despite his feigned enthusiasm.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce looks unamused, and tugs at his jacket to fix himself after the bump.]

Yeah. I'm totally Bruce Wayne. Excuse me.

Merle Highchurch - ota

[extremeteenbible]

[ It's hard out there for a dwarf at a crowded party. At only three foot six inches tall, Merle is often shoved or trampled in large crowds. He eventually makes his way to a thinner area of the party, unknowingly winding up on stage behind the DJ set up. The security guards look at his hawaiian shirt and jodhpurs getup, the eye patch and wooden arm and flowers braided into his beard and obviously see him as the height of new fashion. Surely he belongs up there, a new DJ ready to take his set.

He takes advantage of this happenstance to switch the music to Kenny Chesney's greatest hits. Enjoy She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy, everybody! ]

Jacob Taylor | OTA

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob's partly here to party, partly here as unofficial security in case a threat more serious than Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo tries to crash the party at this nice, soft target. It's been a hell of a year, and he'd really like to end it on a high note instead of having to pull yet more people out of fires.

He can mainly be found walking around the perimeter checking for anything that looks suspicious, or unwinding at the open bar. When midnight finally arrives, he cheers and claps his hands, his voice ringing out with enthusiasm:]

All right! Happy New Year everyone!

riptide / ota

[knaval]

[riptide hits the bar first, of course. he can be found there periodically going back or just sitting at it pounding back the booze.

when he's had enough to drink, he starts pottering around, trying to rope people into shenanigans, unashamedly walking up to anyone he notices looking either his way or just... unoccupied with a sly:] Hey-o! I have the best idea. Wanna hear it?

[after midnight he'll be outside the hotel. which is good, because he accidentally switches to robot mode. there's suddenly a 32ft tall robot sitting in the street, looking a little confused.]

[eloquentness]

[ The words 'Riptide' and 'best' are not very often in the same sentence, but Iris might as well humor him . . . ]

Sure? [ quickly, she amends: ] Best also mean "safe," right?

ROBIT

[hellrisen02]

[Duo's been spending much of the night, as he tends to do at these big imPort shindigs, ghosting about on the fringes; these days he much preferred to watch over things and enjoy the atmosphere, rather than to jump right in and loudly take part, as he might have done as a kid.]

[Of course, he wasn't about to miss out on the partying and drinking either, so sure, he was having his fair share of champagne that night as well. At least he can hold it well. Still, when he hears the worrying sounds of a crowd in panic, he rolls up from his windowsill spot, stumbles only a little, and then deftly breaks into his perfected thief's-run to check what the commotion was.]

[Oh. Somehow he's not surprised.] Hey buddy, you okay up there? Don't go drinking and boating! [He calls as he uncloaks to his robot pal, giving a cheerful tip of his champagne glass up into the sky towards Riptide.]

PARTY PARTY PARTY

[halloflamer]

[Well, Blue's always up to meet some cool new people at the bar. He's coming up to order himself a new tea when he spots the tall guy next to him. Lots of glasses- a new drankin' friend?]

Cool hair. [Blue grins, motioning to the ombre hawk that took his notice first.] Where do you get that done?

jean grey | ota

[redheat]

[ The lady in red for the evening, Jean can be found on the rooftop for the majority of the evening with an arm crossed against her and a glass of champagne dangling from fingertips. For once, it's not that her telepathy has decided to reach out and slip into the minds of every single person around her, making it almost unbearable to be within crowds as large as this. Rather, she finds herself simply wanting to seclude herself from the hustle and bustle and the rooftop also provides that fresh air that's much needed in a crowd like this.

If she's not on the rooftop, she can be found near the open bar, mostly for the finger foods and such, keeping to herself and just watching others, looking for familiar faces since her arrival here a little over a week ago.

She might be wearing a sparkly party hat, though, wanting to be a little festive at the very least. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

You're an imPort. [He steps beside her, surveying the crowd with drink in hand.] I don't recognize you, though. Are you new here?

[It's been a month since the last arrivals from Cape Canaveral, and since the issues with the porter. Who is she?]

[magneticxman]

[Lorna Landed on the rooftop, unwrapping her hair from the pashmina she'd used to keep it in place while flying. She didn't notice Jean at first, content to look out at the city and its glittering lights. When she turns and notices Jean, she smiles brightly]

Hello. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you.

Adam Parrish | OTA

[hondoyota]

Murmurs follow Adam Parrish into the room, and he's getting used to that. People are starting to recognize the ambitious young genius responsible for coordinating the international moon base set to open in just a few weeks. Adam alone might be easy to overlook, even in the extremely expensive and beautifully cut tuxedo he's sporting. He's still just a soft-spoken teenage boy, even if he is an extremely well-dressed one whose face shows up on magazines.

He's even more recognizable on the arm of Ronan Lynch, who cuts an intimidating figure even in a formalwear kilt, and the two of them never stray far from each other's side.

Adam can be found on the rooftop, looking to make contacts and connections that might be advantageous to the future of his new little moon colony. He's only eighteen, but he almost always has a glass of champagne in hand. He and his boyfriend are ambitious young alcoholics, after all.

rooftop

[the_caped_crusader]

[At some point in the night, Bruce approaches Adam and places a friendly hand on his shoulder.]

Adam. [He smiles.] Glad you could make it.

Ronan Lynch | OTA

[nightmarist]

[Though Adam has managed to convince him to wear strictly appropriate black-tie attire, Ronan sticks out as a 6'2" boy dressed in a kilt. His mohawk is flattened and styled conservatively with pomade, but the claws of his tattoo sneak past the collar of his shirt up the back of his neck. It is, by far, the most formal style he's worn in public, and it's all for the sake of his boyfriend, who's only slightly older than Ronan and needs all the help he can get when it comes to being taken seriously by the elite. Unlike Ronan, Adam doesn't come from money, so the two of them together have to cast the illusion of pedigree. (Ronan has pointed out, more than once, that Gansey would be the better partner in that endeavor, but here they are.)

Though Ronan spends most of the party as Adam's arm decoration, he gets the occasional opportunity to wander. Not far, but drifting through the crowd on the rooftop or fetching more drinks from the bar. He looks painfully bored at all times, sneaking extra liquor from his flask into whatever glass he's got in his hand just to make the party worthwhile. Midnight is the only time he really comes alive, when he turns to catch Adam in a passionate and unabashed kiss.]

Midnight

[hondoyota]

Happy and a little bit tipsy, Adam's laughing as Ronan pulls him in for the kiss at midnight. They start a few seconds early, because who can be bothered to wait, and who wants to risk being a half-second late on something so important? Certainly not Adam.

He's been flaunting Ronan all evening, so he's completely shameless about pressing close and winding his arms around Ronan's neck as they kiss, fireworks going off around them.

iris west | ota

[eloquentness]

[ This evening, Iris's decided to keep things relatively simple with a red dress with black tights - it's cold! - and her hair tied up in a messy, loose bun. While she spends most of the evening up on the rooftop, mingling with other guests and enjoying her glass of ginger beer, she can't help swaying along to the blood-pumping music up from above.

Eventually, the urge to dance outweighs her desire to stay up above, so if she spots someone she knows, she'll certainly try to pull them outside towards the dance floor. Just because it's New Year's Eve! Why the heck not bust a move and enjoy the show?

But of course, a girl's gotta eat, so she'll often float around the open bar, refilling her glass with champagne and nibbling on whatever she can find. Upon spotting someone with an unfamiliar snack, she'll brighten and gesture towards the dish, as if to ask - "Ooh, what is that and where can a girl get some of her own?" ]

[continuousgroaning]

[Tina's gone ahead and just gone to the New Year's party despite her trepidation, even though she knows she'll probably be one of the youngest people there, because she reasons she can always just catch a Tacksy to the porter back home if she gets tired or people are too drunk around her.

She's dressed in the blue gown she and Iris had picked out for the occasion, which fades from light to dark from top to bottom. Her hair clip is sparkling gold and silver, and she's once more put on lipstick and blush. Once she's been served with a glass of sparkling juice, she spots Iris and immediately gravitates toward her friend, smiling bashfully as she gets closer.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[He quirks an eyebrow as he pops a mini quiche in his mouth, smiling as he points silently towards a waiter not too far off with a tray full of them. It's strange, as it always is, to see another Iris who isn't the Iris he was familiar with. The one who interned at the Gotham Gazette as a young reporter. The one who met her Barry there.]

The Gray Man | ota

[tenofswords]

The Gray Man doesn't normally do parties, but this one looked too good to pass up. Not to mention it might be a good place to make connections, which is something he might need in the future. And of course, it's hosted by his new pal he met at the deli.

Beer in hand, he scopes out the party. Somehow a party hat winds up on his head in the middle of all this.

Mr. Gray may be found either at the open bar, sitting on a stool and sipping his drink, or walking about the party on the rooftop. At midnight he'll be watching the ball drop and subsequent fireworks rooftop, raising his glass in a toast to the new year.

[nightmarist]

Once Ronan catches sight of the Gray Man, it's difficult for him to look away. He keeps a wary eye on his father's killer throughout the night, a task made effortless by his height. Ronan tracks the man's movement at first, trying to suss out whether he's on the prowl or simply attending by coincidence. Bruce Wayne is well-known. It's not too much of a stretch to imagine the Gray Man was invited to this place. Then again, his purpose could easily be sinister. He could be here for Ronan. Worse: He could be here for Adam.

Ronan corners him by the bar about an hour into the party, though he refrains from his typical fist-first greeting. Violence would reflect poorly upon Adam, and further, it seems very difficult to fight in dress kilt. The jacket restricts movement even more than Ronan's old Aglionby uniform. "You," Ronan sneers at the Gray Man, instead, after shoving his glass at the bartender for a refill. "I thought you'd be with Sargent tonight." Why aren't you? being the accusatory underlying question.