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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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A Warrior’s Heart

Prologue

Main Paring: Stucky x Black!OFC (Ifekerenma ‘Ife’)

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, War Crimes, Corruption, Smut, Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and possible Panic Attacks

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 1,461

Summary: Ife didn’t mean to have her employers be the subject of a hostile takeover by Stark Industries. She just held up the city of Novi Grad long enough for the Avengers to defeat Ultron. So naturally, Tony finds and blackmails her into joining the team. No good deed goes unpunished, huh?

A/N: This is my first long form (12+ chapters) story. I’m including characters and/or aspects from Disney’s Atlantis: the Lost Empire, Lilo & Stitch, Big Hero 6, Gargoyles, Inuyasha, and Toriko. Furthermore, I will be including elements of Netflix MCU and Agent Carter as well. Special thanks goes to @jtargaryen18 for the title. Reposting on any site without my permission is strictly forbidden. Reblogs are welcomed! 😊

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Just keep the lie going.

That’s the line many of us have to repeat every day, and by us, I mean Non-Humans. Throughout history, humans have created myths and legends about us; some are true, others complete nonsense, but most are somewhere in between.

Let’s rewind a bit, okay?

Life on Earth lines up with most of what the textbooks say until about 5M BCE. Beings that would later be called gods and goddesses start to form with Mother Earth (the Amazing Gaea) as the focal point with other beings such as dragons, elves, and giants start to show two million years later.

The Celestials (sanctimonious assholes) came to Earth to see what’s happening after hearing about various fantastical anomalies (or that they were just bored). Gaea encouraged some (about 30K) of the human ancestors (Homo Erectus) to ‘the Space Gods’ direction. It took a few months, but they were able to create the species that later be known as Eternals. They also did some other shit but Gaea kicked them out when they wore out their welcome.

Around 200KBCE, the Kree (galactic genocidal nationalistic maniacs) happened upon a group of Eternals living on Uranus and traveled to Earth to ascertain whether other beings had similar potential. They experimented on a good number of early humans (about 150K survived) thus creating the first Inhumans (Inhomo Supremis). Several members of the Kree expedition tried to turn the Inhumans into weapons of the Kree Empire but were kicked off the planet by remaining Eternals and Non-Human factions.

Ten thousand years later (190KBCE), other early humans congregated around ‘magical hotspots’ which led to the births of the Homo Magi, Homo Superius, and Homo Animalis sub-species.

Soon after (okay, 15,000yrs later. Leave me alone.), the Mother Crystal (a semi-sentient comet, or Matag Yob) descended onto the island continent of Atlantis, imbuing the human inhabitants with longevity, knowledge, prosperity, and protection. At its height (around 55KBCE), Atlantis became the technological/cultural center on Earth (besides the Eternals).

It didn’t last long, though.

Five thousand years later (50KBCE), the first (and hopefully only) Pantheon War broke out. What exactly happened is lost to history (none of the people involved will fess up.), but what we do know is that shit went down.

Hard.

All that is known (admitted) is that almost all of the pantheons got into a Pantheon War (probably over some dumbass reason), a failed invasion by the Kree (really?), and the whole continent of Atlantis ‘sank’ into the sea in the span of three years (though some escaped).

Neat.

Fast-forward about 38K years (yeah, we’re making some jumps here) to the beginnings of the three most technologically advanced human nations of Earth: Wakanda, Sypavê, and Fetuilelagi; each with their own extraterrestrial metals/minerals.

Earth was pretty quiet until the ‘Christianity Dilemma’. So around 90CE, several ‘deities’ from the Greco-Roman, Norse, Germanic, and Celtic pantheons called for a Council of the Godheads’ to discuss ‘the ‘threat’ with Archangel Michael. It worked out well enough (no one wanted another Pantheon War).

Most of the world was in a pretty good state with a few ‘hiccups’ until the Bubonic Plague aka ‘The Black Death’ hit in 1346/7. It ravaged Eurasia and North Africa killing at least ½ the population and was seen as the start of non-belief in Europe. Worse, it was the beginning of Non-Human persecution and discrimination. You see, while the Black Death took out humans left and right, the worse a Non-Human got was a two-day flu. Many started to return to their respective realms once the Plague subsided and their once friendly neighbors started to accuse and persecute them.

The feeling of unease did not end but rather subsided. A tip from a Non-Human in Queen Isabella’s court alerted several groups in the Pre-Columbian Americas. Genocidal rapist, sex-trafficker, and all-around monster, Christopher Columbus does make it to the ‘New World’ (people were already there, dumbass) and devastated the indigenous population for centuries to come. By the time Columbus was executed in 1498, it was too late.

As many as 40 – 70% of the indigenous population was wiped out due to ‘virgin soil epidemics’ such as smallpox and influenza. Pantheons from negatively impacted areas called for a Council of the Godheads and demanded the ‘deities’ of the colonizers take action.

It went about as well as you’d think.

Earth was about to be embroiled in another Pantheon War until a few ‘level-headed’ individuals struck a bargain. No one was to interfere with human affairs whether it be good or ill. It was later amended to not have any ‘divine’ intervention (Sure). So by 1593, they had ‘bowed out’ of Earth affairs outside of their respective demi realms.

Outside of the matters of the ‘gods’, the rest of the world was dealing with its own problems. Tensions between humans and non-humans grew since the immediate aftermath of the Black Death. The Age of Enlightenment had started to pop up in intellectual circles across Europe around 1647. It focused on reason and free-thinking (Neat), but it also stoked up fear and anxiety towards Non-Humans (Boo!). Things came to a head in the 1670s. It got so bad that the Inter-Realm Parliament ordered all Non-Humans that weren’t exiled to return. They later founded the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs, BNA, in 1692 to deal with such matters in the future.

Two white-passing Non-Humans, Marcus Ashton and Jakob Schwartz founded Ashton & Schwartz Inc in 1809 along with a private partner. The company made waves in biomedical, chemical, agricultural, and climate science (they had to explain it to the populace) as well as pollution cleanup/prevention. One of their biggest inventions was a truly biodegradable plastic-like substance called biokivó̱tio or biokivo for short. The company made an even bigger impact with Non-Humans by solving issues pertaining to agriculture, large scale portal creation, and maintenance.

When the founders’ private partner decided to shut down the company in 1928, Ashton & Schwartz were a household name (especially since all major fossil fuel investments ended in 1900).

Barely ten years later and the threat of World War II rocked the planet to its core, especially the dropping of the Atomic Bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The war Council went behind current President Henry Wallace’s back and had them done on the same day, August 7, 1945.

Well, that got everyone’s attention.

The Inter-Realm Parliament issued an edict that every one of ‘age’ (biologically 18+) would have to spend at least five consecutive years amongst the humans. It didn’t take long for BNA to lay the groundwork.

Wakanda, Sypavê, and Fetuilelagi (who will now be known as The Unconquered Alliance or UA.) saw this as a ‘we need to end this’ type of situation. Within three weeks of the bomb dropping, they formulated a plan and got to work kicking the colonizers out of Africa, starting with Belgian-colonized Congo (80% of the uranium used in the bombs were mined from there). They also made a deal with British-colonized India.

Once they were successful in their test run, The U.A. moved forward with similar models until they were to liberate the continent in 1955. Meanwhile, Sypavian forces kicked out most of the Nazis that fled to South America and ended US/European influence in Central and South America.

The United States tried to play it neutral until The UA (mainly Fetuilelagi) freed Hawai’i from US occupation in 1951. The war was sold as “We must fight to preserve our freedom!” (Keep telling yourselves that).

Once both South/Central America and Africa were liberated, other colonized nations asked for their aid. UA agents/dignitaries offered to relocate Black people from the Caribbean, Europe, and the United States. As many as five million African-Americans took the offer, including former Howling Commando, Gabe Jones. By then the US was clamping down domestically through the FBI and local/state police.

Irked by the knowledge that the UA had satellites, the US jumpstarted the Space Race (they had more than a few satellites, but good for you).

As with most wars, both sides partook in some ‘questionable actions’ (i.e. Syria, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Cambodia, and Laos).

The war climaxed in 1977 when a UA (Sypavian) agent discovered plans for a super-weapon in the US. A Special Ops team led by N’Jobu realized that the weapon was a mega bomb that would’ve wiped out the African Continent.

After weighing their options, The UA came to an agreement with BNA: BNA would gather their most powerful Homo Magi and cast a spell to erase the memory and evidence of the war from every human outside of the UA in exchange for letting some Non-Humans live openly in UA borders.

They shook on it, unaware of the chaos that would follow.

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drinkthehalo · 7 years

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530-542 West 27 St

I find this history fascinating. We are living in the epilogue of a whole other NYC story.

Sound Factory (1989-1995)

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"SoundFactory was on a dirty warehouse street patrolled by hookers and lowlife. You would file in around 4 or 5am, after a night’s sleep, just as dawn was breaking; leaving the reality of New York’s scuzzy concrete, to become enveloped in this bass cocoon completely removed from the rest of the world. It was a huge simple space made small and intimate by the power of the music it contained. You were treated like an honoured guest: fruit, cookies, cold water and coffee were yours for free, there were hundreds of dollars worth of flowers gracing the entrance, and fresh decorations every week. One week they dropped dollar bills from the ceiling. At the exit there was always a huge bowl of condoms, and a pile of pencils and notepads to exchange phone numbers.

And there was the music. Nowhere in the Factory could you not hear the dancefloor. And nothing can explain what Junior [Vasquez] used to be able to do. He could keep a driving relentless groove going for hours, while changing rhythms, tempos, styles: playing around but never once losing your mesmerised attention. He could work a record for astonishing periods: first teasing you with the tiniest hint deep underneath everything else, and going back to it again and again, exaggerating every great moment of a song until you’d swear he had three copies of it playing at once. He would loop a section up on a sampler so that even the most intense, double-tracked crescendo could be sent crashing even higher and higher..."

"The place has been written into legend. UK clubland adopted New York house and garage as a central inspiration, and this grand and remarkable club took on the status of myth, and joined the ranks of dance music’s most important places. Producers made records specifically for the Factory’s dancefloor; records were broken here that would later (much later) become worldwide hits; people travelled to New York just to spend a Saturday night/Sunday morning here; and its one DJ - Junior Vasquez - became a household name despite the fact that he refused to play anywhere outside his beloved club."

- From "The Death of Sound Factory" by Frank Broughton, 1995

“Vasquez’s association with the House of Xtravaganza and the House of Aviance lured voguers for the first time out of their Harlem ballrooms into a mainstream dance club. Every morning around 8AM, two men shining flashlights at either end, converted the back bar into a makeshift runway. Among those fascinated was Factory regular and Vasquez BFF Madonna, who was inspired to write her 1990 hit “Vogue.” "

- From the obituary of founder Richard Grant

"The Sound Factory was something special. I’ll never forget the scene I witnessed when my buddy Ryan and I first stepped inside the cavernous club at 530 West 27th Street early one Sunday morning in August. It was about 2am and the party was just starting to get going (it wouldn’t reach its peak until 6 or 7 am).

The huge dancefloor was packed with men (and a few women), but it was completely dark except for a couple of strobelights, and I couldn’t make out much detail – I couldn’t even see the other side of the room; the steel columns and the hundreds of dancers just sort of faded off into the foggy distance. In the darkness overhead loomed what is surely history’s biggest disco ball; the shroud of fog and flickering strobes made it seem like a hovering spacecraft. There was a powerful sensation of movement – the mysterious but unified movement of a tremendous mass of people, like a tribal ritual, individual identity and desire absorbed into something much bigger.

The key to this was the overwhelming sound of course. The party was aptly named; the sound system was world famous for a reason. If you know of a better system anywhere, any time, please let me know. But though the sound was gigantic, monumental, it was perfectly tuned and adjusted for comfort – nowhere on the floor was it too loud or overbearing. It was all-encompassing, but you could also hear the person next to you, and hear each clap, whistle or foot-stomp from the dancers...

It didn’t even seem like music, but pure sound beaming from some other dimension. I’d been looking for what I thought would be a very gay, very fabulous and fun after-hours party, but had stumbled onto some dark, strobelit future-tribal proto-rave that was scary in its intensity – and made most of the other parties I’d ever been to seem weak by comparison. The fact that most of the revelers were gay men made it even more primal..."

"The overall production was superb. At times there would be muscular go-go dancers, naked except for white terry loincloths, performing on each of the four giant speaker stacks – twirling glowsticks on ropes as if they were flaming torches, enhancing the Dionysian mood. The service was top-notch – the staff were all super-professional, the dancefloor and restrooms were immaculately clean. There was no alcohol available. I’ll repeat this in case it’s hard for contemporary clubbers to believe: there was no alcohol available. The bar served only juice and water; late at night there would be copious bowls of strawberries, orange slices or chocolate mints to refresh the revelers.

There was original artwork hung around the common areas (including paintings of Junior himself, affirming his status as a superstar, if not object of worship), along with great little touches like fresh-cut flowers."

"It couldn’t last. The Sound Factory was busted up by NYPD one Sunday morning in March of 1995; undercover cops had made a series of drug transactions. The owners were soon evicted. Though I can’t agree with Giuliani’s draconian approach, the scene wasn’t all fun and games. Many revelers at the Factory were on some pretty hard stuff. Some dark stories have emerged from those times; witnesses have described seeing people overdose in the back rooms or on the streets outside the club."

- Jim Poe in "Clubs that changed the world: New York’s Sound Factory"

Twilo (1995-2001)

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(one more video here.)

"Until its closing in 2001, Twilo was the most well liked and, its critics charged, most played-out nightclub to grace the streets of New York City since the seminal Studio 54. The gigantic "megaclub" once located at 530 W 27th St in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan regularly attracted a crowd of thousands to its warehouse-like dancefloor. Playing host to dozens of legendary DJs from around the world, the club was instrumental in popularizing international styles of house and trance music within the United States.

The clientele at Twilo was likely the most eclectic of New York's large clubs. On any given night, one could get lost in a sea of college students, office workers, whites, blacks, Hispanics, Asians, ravers, punks and even an occasional clump of goths, contributing to a frenetic energy and harmonious vibe the likes of which, according to nostalgic fans, has yet to be duplicated by any nightspot in the city. Celebrity sightings seemed to be less frequent here than at other Manhattan clubs, a fact that many Twilo regulars considered a plus. Twilo was also equipped with a state-of-the-art sound system known as Phazon. This sound system, originally built by Steve Dash, was at the time unique to the venue. The sound system at Twilo was highly regarded by patrons and DJs alike for its sound quality. Some DJs went as far as momentarily leaving the DJ booth to hear their favorite records on the dancefloor. "

- From the Facebook page dedicated to memories of Twilo

"Nightclubbing is not a crime," reads a promotional t-shirt for Twilo's monthly techno night, Respect is Burning. Maybe not, but for the line of clubbers outside the popular venue earlier this month, it must have felt that way. A dozen or so cops formed their own line in front and casually surveyed the crowd while the patrons submitted to the complicated security checks required for entry. Above the cash registers, a huge banner blared in capital letters: "UNDERCOVER POLICE NOW ALWAYS ON PREMISES."

These are trying times for the Chelsea superclub. As the establishment embarks on a bid for international fame with the launch of a CD series, a national tour, a magazine, and the startup of its own label, the city is trying to close Twilo's doors for good.

Prompted by two deaths in the last two years, a series of undercover drug buys at the nightclub, and an October 8 incident involving the alleged cover-up by the club's security of three unconscious patrons, the city is suing the club, hoping to shut it down under the Nuisance Abatement Law—a regulation generally used to padlock doors of places involved with prostitution or drug dealing."

- Village Voice, “Trying Times for Twilo”

Spirit (2004-2006)

If you watch only one video, watch this one - hard to believe this was 27th St a few years ago, patrolled by cops on horses!:

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(another video here, showing some very familiar spaces)

"When this cavernous, multi-level club opened in 2004, it was billed as the antithesis of the warehouse space's former tenant Twilo; this was going to be a spiritual dance palace where you could open your chakras organically (i.e., without pharmacological aid). A noble goal, perhaps, but the pretenses have since been abandoned for a more realistic formula: Loud Music + Lots of Space = Loads of Fun. Stairwells and a balcony overlooking the dance floor create dark kissy corners, while in the open terrain, big beats boom to a non-stop light show including large video-art projections. In the drinking room, a mélange line up at the blue-lit bar while Top 40 hip-hop pops. When the club pulls in marquee house D.J.s like Danny Tenaglia or Judge Jules, there's plenty of skin on display—even if said skin looks in need of more yoga and less liquor."

- NY Magazine

"SPIRIT occupies the hallowed ground which previously housed the legendary nightclubs Sound Factory and Twilo. The gateway is distinctively marked with SPIRIT’s seven point star logo – the symbol of “Spirit” as defined in Native American myth. Entering this passageway to SPIRIT is the start of a holistic nightlife experience and uplifting personal journey. SPIRIT is made up of three distinct zones called MIND, BODY and SOUL.

The point of entry leads through a corridor and directs a pathway to a small mezzanine room. Here, Alex Grey’s art installation “Transfiguration” is displayed as a welcoming spiritual gesture, as are two paintings from Alison Grey. Navigating either of the illuminated staircases downward leads to SPIRIT’s auditorium, BODY.

Each semicircular level is encased in glass and latent with metal work. Moving closer to SPIRIT’s vast 10,000 sq foot center, BODY comes to life. BODY’s ceiling rises increasingly higher and pours upward into a 30 foot cathedral-like expansion. The room is saturated in red to signify the Root chakra.

A level above, the suspended DJ booth overlooks the dance floor of BODY. The VIP area is a visual allurement and luxurious vantage point for a view of the activity below.

The journey upward continues into SOUL and MIND which are both located one level above. The dining area SOUL is a refreshing, intimate place with an extensive “shared-space” table as its’ focal point. SOUL is a restaurant that doubles as a private event and party space. A view of the kitchen is parallel to the panoramic outlook of the dance floor below, through v-shaped sliding glass doors.

Completing the walk through all three zones moves onward into MIND. A waterfall is located just past MIND’s gateway. Just behind a rippling drapery await seven healing rooms, well suited for personal journeys guided by a variety of intuitives."

- Spirit’s description of itself, preserved at ClubZone

“On a Tuesday evening in a dance studio on the fourth floor of the Spirit club, a “mind-body-soul” center in West Chelsea, a crowd of 90 women in belly-baring tank tops and yoga pants and men in baggy T-shirts and running shorts ready themselves for a workout.”

- NY Magazine

"At a full board meeting last Wednesday night at Roosevelt Hospital, Community Board 4 recommended that the State Liquor Authority not approve a transfer of ownership for Spirit, the embattled West Chelsea nightclub at 530 W. 27th St. that was shuttered twice for alcohol and drug violations last spring and summer.

Dealing with the police violations has reportedly cost the club millions of dollars; so, to keep down overhead, the club is currently open only for private parties.

According to C.B. 4 Chairperson Lee Compton, the board’s decision hinged on the club’s difficult history, as well as the oversaturation problem in West Chelsea, where a current total club-going capacity of more than 10,000 patrons has brought myriad problems for area residents, along with a formidable presence by the New York Police Department, which has been coming out in full force on weekends since late July, complete with klieg lights and mounted police. "

- TheVillager.com, 2006

BED (2005 - 2007)

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"Located in a bi-level penthouse at 530 West 27th Street, BED New York is the first downtown restaurant to combine two dining floors with a 360-degree rooftop view of the sweeping midtown New York skyline. BED New York measures more than 15,000 square feet and can hold up to 620 guests. The design and concept fuses seductive Miami sophistication with modern New York City style.

BED New York has purposefully created a seductive oasis offering a city escape in the midst of the Chelsea neighborhood. From the street, guests enter a private elevator to be taken up to the 6th floor restaurant where they enter the ritual of the BED New York dining experience. Guests are requested to take off their shoes and slip on specially designed slippers to join their friends on the unique bed platforms designed by Tempur Pedic that line the interior."

- BedZine

“Although the space offers a large open loft area on the main floor, “the deck” has attracted the most attention so far. Beds line the wooden deck and the open air encourages everyone to feel free spirited. DJs play mainly house and hip hop music, but nobody really cares. It’s the fresh air and flowing drinks that keep this place rocking. Be patient at the door, because the freight elevator (20-25 person capacity) is your only way up into this heaven. Expect long lines and frantic, yet experienced club goers. Along with Cain and Home, BED remains one of the key attractions on Bottle Service Boulevard.”

- ClubPlanet

"BED is the most relaxing dining spot in the city—once you get past reservation-takers, bouncers, elevator attendants guiding you to the sixth floor of the Chelsea warehouse, the mandatory entrée requirement, and the automatic 18% gratuity. Huge mattresses with mounds of pillows let you relax with a hot date or a small party, after you place your shoes in a cubby and put on BED’s complimentary socks. Nearly everyone is younger than 30; you’ll also be most comfortable if you’re a model or similarly beautiful person, preferably female. The trance music and slow-motion videos projected on screens attempt to soothe you, as do creative drinks like the blackberry julep, a new, fresh-fruit take on the mint julep. The French cuisine nouvelle has Caribbean and Chinese influences, reflecting BED’s Miami-based older brother. Main courses are also mainly seafood based, such as Caribbean lobster tail on roasted pineapple and celery, with a coconut-ginger sauce for tropical flair. Seared free-range beef tenderloin in Syrah wine sauce is an outstanding cut of meat served on mashed boniato, a sweet potato from Cuba and Florida. Even desserts are playfully inventive. A rare feast for every sense, BED is worth at least one visit. — Timothy Cooper

Reservations are absolutely required for the restaurant and for the upstairs rooftop terrace bar, which has beautiful city views, private draped beds, and a live band—as well as the same exorbitantly priced drinks as the restaurant downstairs."

- NY Magazine

“The all-night party at a vast Manhattan nightclub was meant to kick off a weekend of revelry for Orlando Valle, who celebrated his 35th birthday on Friday with 10 friends.

But instead, according to the police, a fight with a stranger led to a freakish accident, and Mr. Valle, who lived in the Bronx, died after falling head first down an elevator shaft onto an elevator car four stories below.

The accident occurred shortly after 4 a.m. yesterday at B.E.D., a sleek club on the sixth floor at 530 West 27th Street in Chelsea. The police, as well as Mr. Valle’s friends and relatives, said Mr. Valle had gotten involved in an argument between one of his friends and two workers at the club.”

- NY Times (BED closed permanently afterward)

Home (2005 - 2010)

"This cozy nightclub has only been open for a month, but A-listers like Nick and Jessica, Tommy Lee and the Gastineau Girls have already made themselves at home in Home’s leather settees. Dark, red-lit, and windowless, it’s the perfect spot to see celebs who wish to be seen. There’s a two-bottle minimum regardless of whether you're ordering the $200 Moët or the $1500 magnum of Rosé. Reservations required, especially if you’re hoping for a Thursday night table."

- NY Magazine

"We got there around 10 and they weren't open yet. They open at 11. No big deal... we went around the corner to a bar to continue our binge drinking.

We came back after 11... and there was a LINE. For a place that wasn't even busy. A line for a place that just opened. It wasn't a long line... but still a line. We waited, and waited... and then finally they started letting people in.

$20 cover charge. $20?!? Are you kidding? You are going to charge me $20 for a place with no people in it...?

We complained... they lowered our cover to $10. We got in - there were about 5 other people in the place. What the hell was that line for?

The DJ SUCKED and annoyed the crap out of me. At first it sounded like he was just testing his stuff because he kept messing up and music was cutting in and out. Then when the music was playing... he kept turning it down (messing up the beat) and screaming things like "$150 bottles of Grey Goose!" Every single one of our group of 7 was rolling her eyes.

It also made me realize how ghetto the music is I listen to. This place was playing things like TLC's Scrubs and Destiny's Child's Independent Women. Really. Clubs still play that? Am I in middle school again... and is this a roller rink?"

" what I do like about HOME are the large couches that make up the parameter of the two different rooms and the terrace which is awesome and has a ton of seating and tables. I'm sure thats great in the summer time, but i'm sure it gets packed as well. "

- A representative Yelp review

Guest House (2005 - 2010?)

"With its L-shaped, banquette-lined space, Guest House is part lounge, part club, and all pick-up. It's dark. It's loud. And it's packed with eye candy. Adjacent to Home, its slightly older sister, Guest House is part of the dying breed of upscale lounges that actually have an emphasis on dancing. House dominates, but the DJs are known to play everything from Motown to disco to 50 cent…within the span of 20 minutes. With a sexy red glow and cozy tables for bottle service, it also works as a place for that seal-the-deal third date. You want the energy of a mega-club with still a hint of exclusivity? This is it."

- ClubPlanet

"Guesthouse allows you to relax on brown-leather banquettes as you watch beautiful people slink around the intimate space. The candle walls, giant table-length chandelier, low lighting and dark hues are reminiscent of an uber-luxe living room, and remind you that tonight you are a guest in a very different house."

- UrbanDaddy

"It’s not all that unusual to see a patron wearing sunglasses and stilettos (and exhibiting a good deal of flesh) step out of a canary-yellow Lamborghini on her way to this posh boite from the owners of neighboring Home. In the intimate room, she’ll then snag a reserved table for bottle service and take in a soundtrack of house and techno. One wall has a recessed display of hundreds of symmetrically placed candles; another is sheathed in an arresting wallpaper repeating Rorschach inkblots."

- NY Magazine

“It really is just an extension of Home, which just isn't that great to begin with. And, inexplicably, after about an hour, they cut off the bridge that links the two and stopped allowing people to move back and forth. I mean, really, what is the point of having two connecting clubs if you're not going to let people go back and forth!”

“This is a bar version of the show "Jersey Shore" except without Snookie, who is the reason we watch in the first place! Tips:

Guys: have a lot of money and get table service, otherwise don't plan on getting in right away (or at all). We had table service and the actual service was pretty terrible, but what do they care? With their mandatory tipping percentage on every bottle, they don't have to be nice to you. You're lucky you got in the door in the first place, remember? Girls: Make sure you have Mace to protect yourself.“

“I just can't believe that our society (especially in this economy) allows it to still be OK for bars/clubs to make customers fight to get into a place, only to be treated like crap and charged tons of money for a drink that is pretty much water with a splash of vodka on top.“

"They search you like you're an inmate at a correctional facility. The drinks are expensive. It's way too small for the crowd it gets on Wednesdays. The bouncers are crazy, I was allowed to go in between Guesthouse and Home by a family member who is a bouncer and another bouncer almost tackled me and started yelling at me. It could be nice because it's a nice space, unfortunately it's either B&T, ghetto trash or Euro trash. And the cavity search they put you through scares me... I mean... what kind of people come here?? Y'know those searches are based on it's history w/ it's clientele."

- Reviews from yelp, here & here

"The murder of Jennifer Moore has been described on 27th Street as a Lemony Snicket tale—a series of unfortunate events. Moore and her friend Talia Keenan were carded at the Guest House door that Monday night, but Moore flashed her sister’s I.D. After leaving the club, the two found their car had been towed. When they reached the tow pound on Twelfth Avenue near 38th Street, they were so drunk that the attendants wouldn’t give them their car. Keenan was so far gone that she passed out and an ambulance was called to take her to the hospital. Moore slipped away and was found several days later in a Weehawken Dumpster." - NY Magazine, see also The Murder of Jennifer Moore

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Finally - recommended reading “The Short, Drunken Life of Club Row How 27th Street went from grim to glamorous and back again in five Jäger-soaked years” feature in NY Magazine

"Inside the New York Post office on Sixth Avenue, Sunday editor Lauren Ramsby commanded her reporters to bring her any news they could find about underage drinkers on 27th Street. It wasn’t hard: They were parading down the block in belly-baring tank tops, yelling about how many Jäger bombs they had downed. According to one Post reporter, Ramsby wanted “to blow the lid open” on the underage-drinking scene. “It’s the perfect story,” another Post reporter says. “It’s linked to a murder. You have the villain: club owners. They’re giving alcohol to underage girls. And then you have law enforcement falling down on the job. You have the city-bureaucracy aspect, you have the commerce aspect, you have the stricken family losing their child, you have a little sex involved because she was raped. It can’t get any better.”

Ramsby sent out a team including her youth-culture reporter, Elizabeth Wolff, a slight, loafer-wearing Brearley brunette. Wolff went to the street that weekend and saw the usual scene: puddles of vomit, women without shoes, men brawling, bouncers hoisting and tossing drunks onto the sidewalk. Some did not look like they would survive the night. “There was this girl—she had been walking toward Eleventh Avenue from B.E.D.,” Wolff recalls. “She had no shoes, she was drooling, and she looked like she was dead. She didn’t look like she was breathing. She just collapsed. Her friends were worried, but, of course, they had lost their other friends. So there was this, ‘Where do we go? What do we do? Do we get our friends?’ Eventually a cop came over and lifted her head and got an ambulance, but she was lying on the ground for 25 minutes before one came.”

By the next weekend, the police had flooded the zone. In the early weeks, there were at least 40 officers, some on horseback. They also brought floodlights, a digital flashing sign warning clubgoers that it’s a crime to show a false I.D., and a large bus, or, as the NYPD calls it, a “mobile command center.” Most serious for the club owners, the police forbade cars from passing through. They even stopped the restaurateur Roberto Vuotto of Naima, who had just run out of fettuccine, from driving in with a fresh batch from the Lower East Side.

“It’s a good block,” says Jon B. “Some people like to be in the middle of the craziness.” He plans to expand into the old Spirit space, taking over another floor in the old Twilo building. “This should be the club district.”

The police and barricades and blinding lights shifted the makeup of 27th Street. It’s now a stressful place for celebrities who seek a modicum of privacy. Shaq, who not long ago agreed to attend a party at B.E.D., gamely removed himself from his car at the Tenth Avenue barricade and tried to walk down the street. By the time he reached the club, several hundred revelers had surrounded him and he almost seemed to be dragging the crowd along. Bono, who recently planned to attend a Massive Attack party at B.E.D., reached the barricades, saw the crowds, and decided not to get out of his car. But for every celebrity or scenester who has abandoned the street, there is someone like Scott Jones, a plastics salesman from Hoboken, who comes to take it all in. “The cops got it blocked off,” he says of the block, “so it must be something, right?”

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Note: You should probably still direct newbies to the ScoutingNY version of this history instead. :)

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