Ordre de Ciel Grand Opening Part 3: Farewell

Yup, this is it then… The last ever KABATZA post (well, for the foreseeable future, since you never know). A chapter ends (well, it has ended already, but now it also ends kind of “officially”, with these photos), while another has already begun at UNDERWORLD, with one event already coming up (see last post), as we gear towards the next cosplay around mid-October. It was one of the most memorable nights of our fun home over the past year, from March the 9th (well, it ll started sooner but things really took of with the first cosplay), until September the 6th. Here’s to the memory of good times!

“This is ‘it”. What ‘it’ would that be?!”

“Anooo…”

“Now, now children, no need to panic. Let’s enjoy our last run in this place…” (Ahem… oh, and that tiny discolored patch on my sleeve would be the only place I was actually dry. Sorry, TMI.).

“NO problem! We’ll just smash everything at the new place too!”

“Awww, but we liked it here… purrrr”

“I must… I must inform everyone!” (No, um, take it easy; it’s been taken care of…).

“Aww, woried about the little ‘uns in your old age?” (Actually, there’s an answer to that in the next OdC post…).

Nobu, Milk and Keru, past the point of normal degeneration…

…and going strong!

Meanwhile, Nikmer and Yu-kun go crazy on the dance floor…

…lost in their personal ecstasy (kind of)).

Hey, kitty-cat, why don’t you join them? “Uh, I ‘ll pass; wouldn’t want to butt in and be accidentally butt-slammed!”

Just who has everyone going crazy by playing Japanese trance? Why…

…KrizDaMan! “Hey Speedy!”

“Is that camera on, my friend? It had better not or…” (Well…).

“What? What is so bloody interesting and you keep pushing the damn button?!”

“Um, hullo…?”

“NO! This is MY sandwich and you can’t have any!”

“Mine, mine, my… PREEECIOUOUOUSSS!”

“Hey! I can still see– Oh, time-out, changing song… What to play, what to play…?”

“Ha, now I am ready! BAN-KAI! Awaken, Trance-up-your-ass!”

Now, what followed was didi and myself shaking it like hamsters on caffeine shots. This pic was taken by Kyoshiro and didi IS actually looking at me but I am too disturbing a sight here…

“Dude, what the– Is KrizD playing trance? And why are you dancing like a bear on caffeine shots?” (Ahem, never mind).

Lolli-train!

Lolli-claws!

Bunny-lolli!

Lolli-milk! (Approved by the dairy product control comittee).

As the small hours of the morning inch closer, some fall asleep…

…some dance to Raven playing Kagrra…

…and still some are always up for another pose…

…or two…

…or three (you never get tired of this, do you?).

As room302 climbs onto the KABATZA decks…

…for one last song…

…it falls to my persona behind Speedgrapher, the Rememberer, to do one last tour, as if it were the first time I stepped in there.

Past the entrance, the wall and barrel (upon which once, L sat) splitting KABATZA length-wise…

…on through a hidden, cozy corridor, where many a company has laughed and drunk and hugged…

“Nyu!” (…and where, even at the very end, one can be pleasantly surprised…).

…right up to this little, secluded spot, which has provided a small measure of privacy and comfort to Sugizo, Juno Reactor, Unshin, Lamia Cross…

…and others still…

…before and after.

Then on to the decks, where we first met with room302…

…and the silent, gentle girl, Raven, who, much to my surprise back then, turned out to be his wife.

A nod of honor to the decks that were so patient and resilient to our craziness…

…and onwards! The final corssing of the main room…

…right up to the semi-faulty door…

…and beyond, out into the fleeting night and the slowly approaching dawn.

“Farewell KABATZA!”

“Fare you well, my friends. I have much enjoyed your laughter, your antics and your insignificant dramas. For though the world will keep turning without you, I was happy to have you while it lasted. Fare you well…”

That’s that, then. We bid our KABATZA farewell and she wished us good speed. The toilet anteroom, where so many discussions also took place (for lack of noise) and where many photos were also taken, is sadly missing, seeing as some retarded metalheads decided it was a good idea to smash the mirror and the bench before leaving. That was when I was on the decks. It was a sorry sight and there was no need to for anyone to remember it differently than it was all the other times; save myself, that is, for I must always remember things as they really are… or were… or will be.

Good morning and good luck,

Speedgrapher