FIGHT CLUB II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

[saam]

WHO:Eshal and EVERYBODY, you're all invited. You don't have to have expressed interest oocly or icly before now to participate!
WHAT: The first inaugural Riftwatch underground boxing tournament... thing.
WHEN: Feel free to hit this up whenever, presumably it's taking place at various times over Harvestmere.
WHERE: The back room of the Boar & Bat pub.
NOTES: Violence! Gambling! Anything worse than that, I'll let you know.

First thing's first: the crowd favorites.

HEROES
• CROWD FAVORITE: Sabine "Red Snatch"
• Skulltimaeus "Fistbreaker"
• Derrica "The Rivaini Raider"
• Laura "Sharps" Kint
• Athessa "Sweet Tessa" Sulanahn
HEELS
• CROWD FAVORITE: Yngvi "Filth Demon" Congealedinagutterson
• Kostos "Babyface Moroney" Averesch
• Findilay
• Barrow "Skullbreaker"
• "Princess" Carla

(Obviously, if you didn't sign up beforehand but still want to have your character fight, feel free!)

Feel free to do whatever you wish with your character and their reaction to being the month's favorite. Crowd favorites will be cheered more, possibly bought drinks, remembered and treated fondly by the crowd, even if they're heels. Bets on their success will be higher, and remember, you're allowed to bet on yourself.

As for the rest: The back room of the pub still has that dirt floor, the bar off to the side, the chairs and tables dirt floor, a bar with drinks and a bartender, and a circle drawn in the middle with chalk.

Eshal holds court at the edge of the circle, calling matches and announcing fighters. Gifted with a booming voice and a 6'2" stature, she's still impossible to miss.

The unspoken mascot of the festivities is the sign stolen from the front, and pinned to the wall, in clear view of the crowd. Beneath it, someone has scrawled into the wall: LEAVE SOBER. This time, someone has also added pretty eyelashes to the face.

(credit to Beka for the wonderful sign!)

The rules of the fights are simple, and repeated before every match: No kicking. No hitting below the belt. No hitting while they're down. Stop when the referee says so. First person who can't get back up after a five count looses.

Fighting isn't the only thing to do, however. There are bets being made in the crowd. Drinks being had. Mingle, cheer, loose some money, win some back, have fun!

Comments

[sulahnan]

She chuckles, shaking her head. "Hey, I mean. It's looming over all of us, it's kind of hard to ignore. But that kind of also means that if there's more we can do, it's not likely to be an opportunity we can miss. We'll do more when we can do more."

Athessa turns her head to look at Derrica, rather than trying to see over the heads surrounding the next fight. Her eyes rest on that blossoming bruise on Derrica's jaw, and the corners of her mouth twist into a poorly contained grin.

"Actually, I see something I can do right now--" And she presses a gentle kiss to that bruise. "There. I feel more accomplished already."

[tender]

The brush of Athessa's mouth on her jaw sends a wave of warmth washing outward. Derrica's grip tightens slightly on Athessa's hand, thinking more, please in the same instant the roar of the crowd reminds her of exactly where they are and what they're doing.

"That was nice," Derrica tells her. "Let me have a turn."

Athessa's kiss didn't erase the bruise. Derrica knows this, and maybe she's showing off just a little, but she leans over to kiss Athessa's bare shoulder. There's a small glow, and a prickle of magic, lifting away the pain Athessa had been carrying there.

Usually she asks. But Derrica thinks in this instance, she's allowed.

[sulahnan]

"Well that's just an unfair advantage you've got right there," Athessa says, chagrined but loving it all the same. She slips her arm free of Derrica's, not to distance herself but to enable her to get closer by draping it across the other woman's shoulders. It's in itself an admission that Derrica's kiss worked, well enough to enable the action. Her fingers brush against Derrica's collarbone, idle mindless patterns.

"How am I supposed to compete with that?" But, perhaps answering her own question, she uses their new proximity to catch Derrica's mouth in a kiss this time. Careful of that bruise she can't actually kiss better, of course, but not too gentle, either.

[tender]

It's a good kiss. Derrica feels her priorities shift from gentle to intent, hand on Athessa's knee, balanced on the edge of the bar. There's some small ache from the bruises on her face, the ones she's carried out of the ring with her, but it's not a deterrent. If anything, it's an encouragement.

"Come on," she says, when they break away. She laces her fingers back through Athessa's. "Come with me."

There's a whole mess of things she finds herself wanting, and very few of them are compatible with perching on this bar with a brawl happening in the ring.

[sulahnan]

"Where to?" Athessa grins, perfectly happy to quit this place without seeing who comes out on top.

With some deft maneuvering, she slips off the bar while keeping hold of Derrica's hand, extending the other up to help Derrica down.

[tender]

"I have a room," Derrica says, before sliding off the bar. "And you have a room."

It's an easy proposition to make. Derrica wants. She laces their fingers together, rubs her thumb over Athessa's bruised knuckles.

"We can take our pick."

There's a little bit of a question in it, an offering of space for Athessa to withdraw and say no.

[sulahnan]

"Yours, definitely," she says. "My bunk is still in group quarters." She should take one of the empty rooms, but she doesn't see the point in having all that space when there's not enough stuff to fill it.

[tender]

"Agreed then."

The benefits of having an empty room with a closed door: privacy to hook up with your hot friend after fight club.