Rock Out Party!!! (Open Times For the Festival)

[flame08]

((OOC: Come one come all!! Ruckus and the like is not only allowed but practically mandatory!))

Walking through she pressed open the doors, the hood of her cloak fell down revealing blazing red hair that traveled down her cloak to about her midriff. The 'Firefly' had arrived, and the party was just getting underway. Bulletins of the success of the Straw Hats was posted across one whole wall of the restaurant. On the other was a small altar of sorts, in remembrance of the lost Whitebeard Pirates. But otherwise in the center there was a great ruckus, pirates eating, drinking, and otherwise having a good time. Apparently the party had started without her, but before she jumped into it, she needed to pay her respects to those who couldn't join them today.

Walking over to the small altar for the Whitebeard and Ace she got on her knees and closed her eyes. She sat their patiently remembering them, to be honest she hadn't known them for long. Only once had she met Ace in Alabasta, it was a good meeting. Of great learning experience for her indeed, never had she fought so hard and yet was defeated so easily. Nevertheless she cherished the memory greatly and now a tear rolled down her eye. For she had been unable to help him quite in the way he had her. Having participated in the WHitebeard War she knew exactly what had happened and how it went down. It was a sad loss for them to lose both the captain and 2nd division commander especially in a crew as close as the Whitebeard Pirates. Burning a piece of incense she left it at the altar and stood up. A final tear rolled down her face, dropping to the ground before she went to wipe her face.

Turning around her face transformed into one of happiness. Grabbing a pint of beer she ran into the center of the large group of pirates. Throwing her arm into the air she yelled out "LETS PARTY!!!!!!" The pirates cheered around her, if there was anything that pirates knew how to do well that wasn't raid, pillage, or plunder it was PARTY!!! The clinking of hundreds of beers against each other followed by the splash of beer as it slushed up against faces and rolled past to the ground. Laughing she walked among the pirates and law-breakers alike, everyone seemed to be in a good mood. Even if not everyone knew why there was a party, as long as it was a party that was all that mattered.

But this party was just beginning so what did they need? Maybe a song? "Can anyone play us a song?" Syphalia inquired, it wasn't really a party without music.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

The large haired, freak of a man, Garuda entered the Baratie restaurant. Being from the West Blue Sea's, he hadn't really heard about this place and the whole restaurant on a ship was a new experience for him. He found it rather interesting being a shipwright and all. He noticed the small altar with the picture of Whitebeard and Ace placed across it. Although he had never met either of them, he knew they were respectable men. Garuda tilted his head down as a sign of respect, before taking a drink and paying his respects.

There was whole group of pirates dancing around in the middle of the room with jugs of beer in their hands, half-drunk. This was exactly where Garuda wanted to be right now. "Can anyone play us a song?" he heard a young girl say.

Garuda smiled to himself, remembering the old days where he used to play the guitar. As if on cue, some dude walked past with an acoustic guitar in hand and passed into Garuda's hands. The rest of the pirates stood there, waiting for him to play something."Looks like you want me to play something... Alright then, I guess I will but you better party hard!" Garuda said as he took a seat and began tuning the instrument.

Oh, ... There was once a man who sailed the sea's,
Captain of a ship that flew in the breeze,
His name was ol' Jack from the island of cheese,
He could break open a lock, without any keys.

Ol' Cap'n Jack had a spark in his eyes,
He would greet you with the greatest of smiles,
After all the fights and the teary goodbye's,
He would greet you with the greatest of smiles,

His fist was heavier than a two-ton brick,
He was great with the guys but poor with the chicks,
His face was so ugly, it could make a man sick,
You couldn't fool him with the greatest of tricks.

Ol' Cap'n Jack he was the greatest of guys,
He would greet you with the greatest of smiles,
Whether you were foes or the greatest allies,
He would greet you with the greatest of smiles,

[dantetakai]

well....this was just great. sailing in the air as a human cannon ball, after being set a drift in a dingy from a town after being drunk and rampaging, he was captured by mariines. oh boy. that was fun. forced to drink sea water and eat spiny lobster....a disgusting thing. He pondered the captain of the ship, a small, small man. an evil evil small man. he had forced dante into the worst of all the tortures he could endure... he was forced....forced to...forced to eat onions. the devils fruit those onions!

that small man then tied him to a harpoon. (a rather large one for that. somthing you use to spear a sea king.) and sent him flying through the air as he thought about his fate. he would surely drown when he hit the water. being a devil fruit user. but...he never did hit the water. He slammed into a wooden object from about a 45 degree angle and busted through the wood and stuck upside down into the ships innerds.the spear landing and moving till it was streight up...and the ropes taied as dante smashed his face into the ground.

there seemed to be a party in the place, he looked at the one piece wall infront of him, which was upside down at the time. as he fell down and slowly stood up, leaving the harpoon there. he smiled, he had made it to his destination... he had arrived at the Baratie!

"since i just got out of hell! lets PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -the music was loud and so was dante. singing along with the guitar player. he smiled and grabed three ladies and danced with them all at the same time, thanks to his devil fruit. he grabbed a keg of ale with his hand and drank himself into a marry time. raising his glass to the white beard shrine in the room.- old fool. died for a great cause. haha!

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A smile broke across the young woman's face as she stepped upon the floating restaurant which imitated the body of a massive fish. The Baratie was considered the sister ship to the her home, The Fountain. Both water structures were akin as they both sailed the great blues bringing joy and merriment with their travels. Everyone once in a while the two ships would conjoin to uphold events of awe striking scale.

It had been just shy of two years since such an event had been held and Sonata had not seen the floating restaurant since. However, when news reached the Fountain that they were nearing the Baratie, they quickly sent a rendezvous boat to meet and greet. Taking the opportunity to leave the floating theater, Sonata was quick to volunteer to visit the Baratie.

Still on the outer dock of the ship, Sonata could hear music and laughter.

"Come on!" she called to her friends and she ran forward to the restaurant's entrance. Pulling the doors aside she was instantly covered in a joyous and rambunctious atmosphere of a party.

A party for pirates.

Alcohol of various mixture (primarily beer) flew from the brims of wooden mugs as they sloshed onto the floor and into the grizzly beards of men.

wip

[drago]

Ryu arrived at the bariate in his hand he held a large barrel of whiskey. He looked at it " Its still not big enough"eda" soon he had soon the barrel is bigger. he smashed down the door and arrived. "Greetings all the we cant let the festivities to get into full gear without a doctor" he took a large swing of whiskey " If im sober of course". He walked over to the memorial taking a dish of a table and poured in some whiskey. " I hear the old man loved to drink it would be a shame to leave him without one". He walked over to someone who was singing a melody of the sea. he sat down and laughed at the joy. He jumped up on to the table and chugged the whiskey he threw down the barrel it returned to its regular size.

"This wouldnt be a party without a game now who wants to try their hand at one with me " He stood on an empty table and took off his shoes. Making the table bigger he looked at everyone the "name of the game is to stay on this table whos up for it". He smiled the fun was only about to start

[Mr. Moshypocrite McSlowbro]

The dull roar of conversation rolled across the restaurant in waves, filled with the hearty laughter of men and women as they drank their troubles away. Its volume reached a peak, as some kind musician took up his instrument and broke out in song, the words echoed by the red-cheeked patrons around him in a jumbled chorus.

It was then that the doors opened, just a crack, and a small shadow slipped inside the building, sealing them shut behind him hurriedly. Were the occupants not so engaged in their revelry, they might have heard the angry shouts of the men outside. The leader of which, a tactless barrel-chested fellow, expressed his intent to locate his stolen package, and provide a thorough pummeling for whoever had been responsible for removing it from his possession in the first place. Needless to say, the thief did not accept this...generous offer.

And that is how Weiss ended up inside the establishment, pressed against the wall and clutching the package in his arms as if his livelihood depended on it. Glancing around, he quickly picked up on the jubilation, and decided the chaotic partying seemed as good a hiding spot as any.

Stuffing the prize for his illicit endeavors into his bags, he moved into the crowd, weaving through the stumbling patrons and waving flagons of beer as best a child could. The song had begun to die down now, the celebration mellowed enough for men returned to their seats. A rumbling in his stomach reminded him had been a bit too hard-pressed with the morning's activities to pick up any decent breakfast, so he made his way towards a lone unoccupied table off to the side, in the hopes of remedying his situation. Unfortunately, he was not the first to reach said table...

"This wouldn't be a party without a game! Now, who wants to try their hand at one with me?"

The man, Weiss' observations revealed to be mildly inebriated, placed his hands on top of the furnishing. Like a dry sponge dumped in open water, the tabled expanded in all directions until it was large enough to support several men (And knocking over several unobservant bystanders in the process). Now, the young burglar's experience with the supernatural was rather limited to the scope of his own abilities, but it did not take much consideration to identify another devil fruit at work. Or at least he assumed. Strange things sailed the seas in this day and age... or at least that's what his books told him.

"Name of the game is to stay on this table." The man's face split with a toothy grin. "Who's up for it."

A spark lit in the boy's eyes at the introduction of the 'game'. For all his plans and forethought, there was little that could restrain him from participating in such events, especially ones he was fairly confident he could win. But no, he had been hasty in the past and regretted it later. Caution, caution in all things. It would be better if he just turned around and-

"What do I get if I win?" The words came tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could rein them in. Weiss cursed himself for his own childishness. It was strange, in an abstract way, a youth despising the traits of youthfulness. But blast it, HE LIKED TO WIN AT THINGS.

[White Mimic]

“Can anyone play us a song?”

Klaus’s hand clutched the glass of water he was drinking. All alone at one end of the bar, he looked down at the table, unsure whether or not to pay attention. He had originally come to check out the prospect of a floating restaurant, maybe have something nice for once, but it was just his luck that he had shown up in the middle of the party. He had taken a spot out of the way so he wouldn’t ultimately be a bummer to bring the party down. But now that they wanted music, maybe he wouldn’t be such a sad sack. It was a brief conflict to be fought in his mind’s eye, whether to give this party the entertainment it asked for or to quietly stay out of the way. Of course, why wouldn’t his musical affinity dominate his judgment now when it had done so well for him in the past.

He swiveled around in his chair, glass in hand about to be raised in affirmation when the first few chords were strummed from the guitar, manned by a stranger he didn’t even know who beat him to the punch. Instead of stopping the spin of his chair, he allowed it to continue until he was facing the bar once again whereupon he brought his head down and laid it on the surface. “Yeah… that figures…” He listened to the song for a while, it wasn’t one he knew but then again he wasn’t well versed in dock shanties or whatever it was.

He noticed the party was getting rowdy as well, people jumping on tables and wobbling around, drunk in their own merriment and ambrosia. It was a tad disheartening. From his pocket, Klaus pulled out a cigarette and lighter, flicking up his remedy for nerves and the jitters. He got a concerned look from the bartender as he moped, but not much attention was given to those kinds of details. Rather, Klaus turned to look at the guitarist again for a bit before turning to the bartender. “You think anyone has a bass?”

“You play?”

“A little bit, play a lot of things and haven’t held one in a while.”

“Er uh… I could ask one of the chefs if you like.”

“No thanks it was just a tangential idea…”

It might have been just a stray thought to Klaus, but prying ears would act as his courage for its catalyst. Overheard by one of the staff, it only took a few moments for them to return with a dark colored bass owned by and borrowed from (with permission) one of the chefs who wouldn’t be outside of the kitchen for a while, not as long as the party was going on. Setting it on the table next to Klaus, he started off on a statement of denial before pausing before finishing the first syllable. He really didn’t mind at all playing for people, he just didn’t want to be a bother but there went someone else taking the trouble for him.

“Er thanks, I suppose.”

He took hold of the instrument and crept up on the other man playing the guitar after he finished, tapping him on the shoulder. “Umm. This… this isn’t really a good setting for an… acoustic to play by itself so I was wondering if you… if you wanted some accompaniment?” Almost immediately after asking, Klaus turned without waiting for a response, gloom clearly enveloping him to the point where it could almost be seen around his head. “That’s okay, you were doing fine on your own anyway, I was just wondering, sorry for wasting your time.”

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

Garuda was busy, getting lost for words in this song he was playing. Ol' Jack was what his uncle's used to sing to him as he was a child. Apparently he was a real pirate who sailed the sea's and had some great adventures. Some said he even had a run-in with Garuda's own ancestor pirate.

Garuda cocked his head back to see who had disturbed his attempt at a song. The tap on the shoulder obviously made him look up.. “Umm. This… this isn’t really a good setting for an… acoustic to play by itself so I was wondering if you… if you wanted some accompaniment?” Asked the man before him but then he immediately decided to go against it as if he'd done something wrong by asking. “That’s okay, you were doing fine on your own anyway, I was just wondering, sorry for wasting your time.”

Garuda let out a bellowed laugh at first but then called him back. "Hey dude. I ain't no musician and my voice isn't more than average. How about you join me and we turn this into a make-shift band." Garuda suggested before grabbing a chair nearby to place along-side his own. "Guys, the music on the Baratie is just about the get even better. Make sure you go wild because this is going to be Party-Rocker, the ballads of Ol' Jack are over."

Garuda reached out his hand to meet that of the man before him. "Uzuki Garuda..." he said, his hands itching for a firm handshake.

[drago]

Ryu was happy people were talking up his offer. What do I get if I win?". Ryu laughed "If you want it that way ill make you a bet beat me and ill buy you a barrel of ale and ill probably do it if I win anyway". He grabbed two drinks took a swing of one and threw one to his challenger pulled him on to the table clinking the mugs. "Kampai my friend let us play in the heart of the festiveness". For a while the singing stopped but was then replaced by the words "Guys, the music on the Baratie is just about the get even better. Make sure you go wild because this is going to be Party-Rocker, the ballads of Ol' Jack are over."
. Ryu laughed this is great the party was in full swing now and he was feeling caught in it he never would have had this much fun if he stayed at home this was the reason he became a pirate. He cleared his throat and began to tell a story.
" There once was a man named Roger
Who set out to the open blue sea
He was a man who braved
The fiercest of waves
and became the freest of of free

But so came to the end of Rodger
But his words live longer than he
He sent us all
After his haul
Out into this great Blue sea"

Ryu enjoyed himself and then turned to the person in front of him "the rules are simply push me off this table don't worry i wont be malicious this is a party not a fight and the the stage is set the band will play the drink will flow and craic will be had.( OOC:craic is and Irish term meaning the fun). " Now come on lets go we cant just stand here against the flow of the party lets get this game started eh"