#chaos in the cbd

[euuanrecommends]

Emotional Intelligence, Chaos In The CBD, Nathan Haines, Dave Koor

[mixamorphosis]

Put together on a pair of CDJ 1000's and with a DJM 600 mixer. Originally posted around 2011/2012.

Linked up tracklist via the blog - [HERE]

Tracklist

1. Nils Penner - You Need To Know 2. Blondes - Water (Bicep Remix) 3. Mic Newman - Knickerbocker 4. Nicholas - All Night Long [Gerds Old School Remix] 5. Chaos In the CBD - I’m Losing You 6. Claro Intelecto - Voyeurism 7. TJ Kong & Nuno dos Santos - Emerald Bay 8. Vanessa Daou - Once In A While (Roberto Rodriguez aka Manolo Every Now And Then Mix) 9. Kyodai - Mi Rumba (Genius Of Time Remix) 10. Tiger Stripes - Crossroads 11. Finn Bell - Liike 12. Hard Ton - Not Again 13. Bicep - Darwin (Retro & Grade Remix) 14. Flying White Dots - Little Fluffy Clouds 15. Bruce Springsteen - Missing You (The Starkiller Remix)

[seanmorroww]

Ronin - "Romantic Yearnings"

Fabric Presents: Chaos in the CBD [Fabric, 2023]

[electronicka]

Chaos In The CBD - Orange Blank

[daichislover]

same time next week? (Law college au)

summary: feeling more anxious than ever, you find yourself seeking help from Luffy’s med student friend, someone you've never had the chance to meet before

warnings: fluff, swear words, slight mention of prescriptions, mentions of smoking weed/vaping/CBD, slight mention of drinking (be responsible y’all!), law keeps his place TIDYYY you can’t tell me otherwise, implied plug!law lol

word count: 1337

MDNI

You don’t want to do this.

You stand at this random person’s door, double-checking your phone to ensure you’re at the right apartment number that Luffy gave you. Nervousness tightens your chest. What's the worst that could happen? A simple 'no'? But then again, you've never met this man; anything could happen. Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to knock but are interrupted by a text.

From: Luffy 

“He’s not that bad, I swear! You’ll get along just fine.”

Easy for him to say, you think, shutting off your phone with a sigh. He could befriend a wall if he tried. After shutting off your phone, you turn to the door. As you finally go to knock, the door swings open abruptly, revealing a man in a penguin hat holding a trash bag. 

Not noticing your presence, the strange man collides into you. You stumble back as he falls, the bag ripping open, trash spilling all over. Groaning, he sits up, then realizes what - or who - he just ran into. “Oh shit… ARE YOU OKAY?” he exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

Stepping back from the spilled trash, you reply, “I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t move out of your way.” You then offered to help clean up, but he shakes his head at you and waves off your apology. “Why were you standing outside our door anyways? You lost or somethin’?”

Before you could respond, another figure steps out from the apartment - a tall, tattooed man in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your eyes widen at the sight of him. This man is very, very attractive and catches you off-guard, fueling your anxiety. You start to blush.

He sighs at the scene before him. “You had one job,” he mutters to the first man, who can only laugh. After bickering back and forth about the mess in the hallway, the trash-covered man turns to you with a smile.

“Whatcha need, sweetheart? My name's Penguin” With a shaky smile, you introduce yourself and add, “I’m looking for a Trafalgar Law? My friend Luffy mentioned-" 

“That’s me. Call me Law.” The gorgeous man interrupts. His smirk doesn’t help your pounding heart as he invites you inside, telling his roommate to clean up the mess.

Walking into the apartment was like walking into a magazine. The place is unexpectedly pristine, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. “Woah…” You say to yourself while looking around. The living room is spacious, featuring a sleek black leather couch and a TV mounted above a fireplace. How can a couple of college kids afford this place?

Another guy emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “I know right? Law’s basically an interior designer. If becoming a doctor doesn’t work out, you’ll definitely see him on HGTV or whatever that home design channel is.” You laugh, feeling your nerves slightly disappear. Law dismisses the comment with a glare and leads you to his room. "Don't mind Shachi, he loves to be an ass."

You follow him down a hallway, and he opens a door on the left, ushering you inside his room. You murmur a soft "thank you" as you step inside, taking in the neatly arranged space. Aside from a desk cluttered with medical books and papers, everything is meticulously tidy. You slowly scan the room, absorbing the details, while he settles into a chair at his desk. As you admire a collection on his shelf, you notice something familiar.

“Is that the ‘Sora, Warrior of the Sea’ collection?” You look closer to double check, and smile when you realize that you’re right. He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then clears his throat. “Yeah, been collecting them for a while. You read?” You mention how you and your brother, Sanji, grew up reading them together. He nods, not saying anything further.

After a few beats of silence, you realize that you forgot why you were there in the first place. Panicking, you start to stutter. “I- uh. Um..” He cocks his head at you, waiting to hear what you were trying to say. You feel yourself getting flustered again and widen your eyes. “Uh-”

“Luffy mentioned something about you needing my help? What can I do for you?” His expression was unreadable, yet he seemed to be listening intently.

You inhale deeply, gathering your thoughts before you start speaking. "Since starting college, my anxiety has worsened, and it’s hard to afford prescribed medication with my tight budget," you explain. "I mentioned exploring alternatives like weed to Luffy, and he suggested that I talk to you. Is there any way you can help me?" You stand there, gripping at your purse. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea; your nerves kick in again and you feel like running away from embarrassment.

Law nods and turns to his desk, pulling open a drawer to retrieve a vape pen, which he extends towards you. You take it, examining the unfamiliar device with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Seeing your puzzled expression, Law asks, "Have you ever smoked or vaped before?" You shake your head. "No, I only drink when I go out."

He hums thoughtfully and gestures for you to hand it back. "Let me show you how it works, then." He carefully demonstrates how to use the vape pen, explaining each step as he goes, before handing it back to you. "Ready to give it a try?" Despite your hesitation, you nod. Law's demeanor instills a sense of trust, but the nerves are still there—after all, this is your first time smoking.

“You’ll probably cough quite a bit on your first try, but don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ve got some water ready if you need it,” he reassures you. You nod, feeling your palms begin to sweat.

You bring the pen up to your mouth, and inhale. The feeling was weird and very foreign, but not so bad. Immediately after, you feel a horrible burning sensation in your lungs and throat and start coughing. 

God, how embarrassing. Law quickly grabs his glass of water and hands it to you and you drink it immediately, thankful for his preparedness. After a couple of minutes, and a refill of water later, you finally start to calm down. You look over at Law and see him smirking. “So, how was your first hit?” he asks.

“What do you think?” you retort, half-embarrassed, half-amused. He smiles, turning back to his desk. “See how the pen works for you from now on, then we can discuss other options. That’s yours to keep, no charge. Consider it a first-timer’s discount.” Smiling, you whisper a quick “thank you” and take another hit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few hours filled with small talk, you find yourself surprisingly at ease with Law. As the evening unfolds, you not only learn more about him but also share aspects of yourself that you usually keep reserved during a first meeting. His company is surprisingly delightful, and you make a mental note to thank Luffy later.

Stretching your arms, you suddenly realize how late it has become. "Oh my god, I didn't realize the time—I have a paper due tomorrow!" you exclaim, hastily grabbing your purse as Law rises and stretches alongside you. Catching a glimpse of his tattooed abdomen, you feel a flush of warmth. Can he get any hotter? You quickly avert your gaze before he notices you staring.

He leads you to the door, passing his roommates who are deeply engrossed in a video game, oblivious to your departure. At the front door, you pause and turn to face him. Law doesn’t seem like the type of person who gives goodbye hugs, which is really more like your style, so you simply smile at him instead.

"Thanks again for everything," you say, gratitude coloring your voice. "When should I come back?" He returns your smile, his eyes slightly lighting up. "Same time next week?"

Your cheeks warm at his smile, and you find yourself nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

a/n: idk why, but college law just seems like the type of guy to be a plug LOL hope y'all enjoy

'til next time!

[389]

Blunder Chillout #005 Mix by @x2s Deep House, Breaks, Breakbeats, Electro, Bass, Garage TRACKLIST

Ex-Terrestrial - Urth Man

Danja Uosh - Double Damage - Original Mix

EdOne feat Martin Herrs & Santanamusiqu❘ - Morning Flight

DJ Flatscreen - Hyperphunk

Jump Source, Patrick Holland, Priori - Crusade Mix

Chaos In The Cbd - Mind Massage

Bliss Inc - Radiant Reality

Bliss Inc - Outer Limits

SE62 - Night People

Foreign Sequence - Is This The Limit

Optic::core - Saturn Skyline

Tv.out & Smallpeople - Sailor Desperados

Roza Terenzi - Metal Glo

Logic1000 - Safe In My Arms

Artyom Kozlov - Air Circulation (Original Mix) 

Madcat - Hug the Police

No Moon - Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way 

Baril - Youth 

Cousin - Welcome

Batu & Lurka - Curved

Eris Drew - Fluids of Emotion 

Simo Cell - Crystal

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc #7 - Looking for Trouble

Part 1 Part 6

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"As you can probably imagine, this time I didn't mind so much that the music refused to be turned off. The sonic released me and let me get control over my own feet again, but I could hear it flying around the room and zipping in and out of earshot. I may have done some quite embarrassing dancing with it as I turned the engines on, and the screens and the controls burst into life.

   "Then I had a look out the window and realised the ship was exactly where I left it. In 1813."

   Rogue looked straight at the Doctor to get his point across. Going by the Doctor's eyebrows, which shot suddenly upwards, the implication seemed to have been clear.

   "Oh my god, we completely forgot to move it. It's just been sitting there in the middle of that garden. See this is the problem with cloaking." The Doctor lightly hit Rogue's arm with the back of his hand. "Out of sight out of mind!"

   "How often do entire spaceships slip your mind?" Rogue laughed.

   "Hey, I was a mess, okay?" the Doctor said, holding his hand up in the air in front of him. "Wasn't I, Ruby?"

   "Oh, he was all over the place. Reverting to all sorts of bad coping mechanisms," said Ruby.

   "Aw, that's sweet," said Rogue.

   "Yeah, well, I was never going to remember an invisible ship in that sort of a state," said the Doctor. His feigned indignance was so funny, so adorable. Rogue hadn't properly laughed since that very night, the night he met the Doctor.

   "So anyway, I had figured out neither of you were from 1813, but I wasn't sure when I was aiming for. I'd heard Ruby mention something called 'Bridgerton' though, so I had a look through the ship's interdimensional streaming service for a TV show or a film or a book of that name. The resemblance to the party was uncanny, if that's what the Chuldur were aiming for. I watched a couple of episodes while I relaxed and got used to travelling the stars again. Then I rewatched 1995 Pride and Prejudice because why not."

   "Time travelling Netflix, very nice," said the Doctor.

   "So that got me to the twenty-first century," said Rogue. "Then I just sort of… looked for trouble. I figured either you'd be somewhere causing chaos or putting a stop to it."

   "Aw that's how Donna did it! Love Donna," said the Doctor. "She found me by spotting a dodgy, unexplained pill that popped up on the market. She got involved and snooped around the company because she knew I'd be curious about it too."

   "Donna's Rose's mum, right?" said Ruby.

   "Yep. You think you're legendary, Ruby Sunday? Remind me to tell you about the Legend of Donna Noble, Runaway Bride, Best Temp in Chiswick, Metacrisis Doctor-Donna, Mother Protector of Rose," said the Doctor. He smiled and whipped his head from side to side as if he was basking in sunlight.

   "Who's Rose?" said Rogue.

   "My niece," said the Doctor. "Sort of. Well, she's definitely a niece, the question is whether I count as the uncle."

   "What?" said Rogue.

   "Long story," said the Doctor.

   "Ooookay," said Rogue. "Anyway, what I found was octopi. On land. Strangling people. There were loads of news reports about it. So I landed my ship and cloaked it in a nice big park just out east from the city centre, and followed the octopi."

   "Sounds so simple when you put it that way," said the Doctor.

   "You know, you say that, but do you have any idea how many blue police shed things there are in this city? One of them was selling CBD oil!" Rogue exclaimed. He rubbed his hands over his face. "I had no food in my ship, barely any water as you can see, and I have spent the past five hours running around this stupid city hoping to see the two of you but stumbling into tiny shed-based businesses instead! I don't even have any of this century's currency loaded up so no ice cream from the ice cream shed for me!"

---

Part 8

Note: For context, Glasgow has a bunch of old blue police boxes still dotted around the city, but they've all been converted into various small businesses. Someone on TripAdvisor has made a little gallery. For some reason one of them is actually red, as Sylvester McCoy recently discovered. The one in the Merchant City area has Pride stickers!

Also I've decided I like the fact Rogue knows about D&D but not cosplay so now he's a massive Jane Austen fan (as you may have noticed by his references to Emma Woodhouse) but hadn't heard of Bridgerton before.

@off-traveling-in-the-stars @casavanse @monster-donut (let me know at any point if you no longer wish to be tagged in each post)

[charlesandmartine]

Tuesday 31st December 2024 the end

New Year's Eve

A cloudy start once again in downtown Balgowlah, but hopes of better things as the sun climbed, as was the case. It would have been a bit of a shame if the planned fireworks on the Bridge went off like damp squibs, especially as the authorities probably went for the deluxe selection box.

Understandably, we decided to have a relaxing morning before gearing up for the excitement of the Opera, fireworks, and very late and possibly difficult journey home afterwards. The biggest problem we could foresee might be that our formal wear, slightly more appropriate for societal occasions such as the SOH, and hitherto been tucked away for the entire trip in suitcase 2, may turn out, when tried on, to have somewhat shrunk during their time of isolation and require us to lose half a stone by the evening. It happens.

Well, worry no further. The required ensembles were retrieved from their solitude, creases ironed out, and apart from the odd additional bulge, fitted extremely well. Martine looked a million dollars, and I, well, at least I wasn't wearing shorts!

The 173x wisked us away to the city where we had our priorities. One to get a meal down us, and two, not to get it 'down' us on the glad rags.

The whole of Sydney city centre up from CQ was shutting down from 15.00. Tannoy messages spookily booming down at us around the streets like something out of 1984, warning us of street closures and no possible entry to the CQ area. We found our burger bar (best burgers in Sydney) with the assurance that we would be able to get to the head of the queue for SOH.

I don't think I was quite prepared for the system designed to so strictly enable but control entrance to the Opera House. I would like to describe it as organised chaos, but that would be overstating the level of organisation. There were people absolutely everywhere; many outside of the SOH who had camped overnight to ensure a great view. Numbers were by ticket, but there were hundreds of thousands who had postioned themselves in the bars, restaurants, the steps to the House, and all around its perimeter. Somehow, alost impossibly, this was controlled by a small army of security personnel. There was a queue to go past the portals and into the Concert Hall itself, then up the normally empty stairs to join another ziggy zaggy queue that had an unclear purpose other than it was something to do and it was a queue afterall. Some were dragged away from the queue because they should have been by then tucking into their pre-show meal and were in the wrong queue entirely. Those that remained, including us, bemused, eventually found that we were there to collect our colour coded wristband, that was to indicate which location we could watch the fireworks from. I asked a member of staff if they'd done it this way before. No, she said. Eventually, we made it to the front and were presented with an envelope with a couple of lilac wristbands. A quizzical soothsayer might seek the truth by asking, couldn't some of these been issued with the tickets when they were collected 2 days ago, or even issued when your right of passage had been assured? Well, eventually, we all shuffled through this crazy process and emerged into the light of the deserted theatre bar and podium. A glass or two of fizz, standing on the western podium with the magnificent backdrop that is Sydney Harbour, and all was forgotten, watching the sun setting beyond the CBD and with the expectation of the gala show to come. We were here again, and that was all that mattered.

The gala show was amazing, with works by Mozart, Strauss, Bernstein, Puccini, Gluck, Bizet, banging out those huge arias such as from Magic Flute, Cosi Fan Tutte, Barber of Seville, Carmen, La Boheme. Fantastic, then it was out to see fireworks. There is a bit of a practice at 9 pm when they have a short display, which always coincides with the interval. But as the clock ticked, the last moments of 2024 leaked away, perhaps wasted in the anticipation of the main display to come, or maybe the desire to get home and go to bed, either way destiny was determined to mark a new chapter, the turning of the page. Consequently, as the seconds display counted down on the port bridge tower, someone, somewhere, with a shaky hand, struck the first match, on the first strike of midnight. Coloured lights spread instantly across the skies; Sydney Harbour Bridge ablaze with a myriad display of combustion and the first to herald in a new year. Whether Sydney's fireworks are any better or worse than London, Paris, or New York is a matter of opinion, but for us, this is such an iconic place that we love very much, that we would not wish to be anywhere else. The fireworks thundered around Circular Quays and I have to say, with the atmosphere of the massive crowd, the gasps of surprise, and screams of approval, explosions in front of us from the bridge, explosions above us across the sails of SOH, the golden curtain of fire from the length of the bridge, it was the best display I've ever seen, probably!

HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY 2025!

[rustedskyprisms]

I do wish you could get the calming effects of THC without getting high and no I’m not looking for something like CBD. It helps a lot with overstimulation; it seriously does. I know I’ve become so dependent on it and really struggle to practice moderation because it actually makes life feel like it’s not just pure chaos. It softens everything. But it’s too much money and the amount I used from like, December of 2022 to just this past December is frankly kind of embarrassing but then I ask myself if I’d feel this way if it was a prescription drug. If it didn��t get you a reputation as just a loser pothead which to be fair yes that’s what I’ve become but it’s not without reason. I also find the sensory enhancement to be more in line with how my head works; the way the world looks and feels in that state is kind of how I’ve always interpreted it.

[s2z]

Riding the rails

The journey starts in Sunshine, crammed into the well-worn bones of an X’Trapolis, Melbourne’s stalwart soldier of the rail. It’s old-school—still does the job, still rocks with the rattle and hum of thousands of passengers every day, and today, every inch of it is packed. You’re shoulder-to-shoulder with workers, students, city-dwellers, all of them swaying in a jumbled rhythm as the train barrels toward the CBD. This isn’t some smooth glide; it’s a raw, communal push forward, the X’Trapolis clanking along, air thick with murmured conversations and the smell of early-morning takeaway coffee. Here, space is a commodity, and every seat and handrail is precious real estate.

The city is a mad scramble, as always. People disembark in waves, pouring out at each stop, only to be replaced by new faces rushing in. It’s chaos, a sort of metallic bloodstream pulsing with life. The X’Trapolis is all utility, no frills—nicks in the seats, squeaky doors, overhead announcements that crackle with half-hearted vigour. It feels lived in, real. And by the time you reach the CBD, the X’Trapolis is heaving, unloading its cargo of commuters, every one of them on a tight timeline.

You make the switch to the HCMT at Flinders Street. Now, this is a different beast. The High Capacity Metro Train was engineered to be the future, but right now, that future is nearly deserted. You step onto it, expecting another packed car, but instead, you’re greeted by a sprawl of empty seats. Maybe a couple of fellow travellers here and there, but mostly it’s quiet, empty. The HCMT is like stepping into an echo chamber, a sleek, minimalist marvel waiting for a crowd that never showed up.

Leaving the CBD, the HCMT slides through the stations and suburbs, its polished metal sheen looking almost out of place in the quieter stretches. The seats sit pristine, untouched, waiting for the full force of rush hour that, out here, never arrives. You can hear the electric hum of the tracks, every automated announcement crystal clear in the emptiness. It’s clinical, like a sterile experiment in high-speed solitude. This train was built for mass transit, but out here, you’re cruising through Melbourne’s edge like it’s some private charter.

Beyond the sprawl of the CBD, the suburbs stretch out under the morning sun, fading into the skeletal outliers on the way to East Pakenham. The HCMT barrels ahead, past stations with pristine platforms and empty benches, past new estates and construction sites, the occasional half-built house standing like a sentinel on the horizon. Inside, the quiet feels heavier by the minute, that futuristic aesthetic almost absurd in its isolation. Every line, every polished edge is all about efficiency and speed, but in this emptiness, it’s surreal, like being chauffeured through an unfinished dream.

By the time you pull into East Pakenham, the HCMT feels like it’s barely broken a sweat. This thing was built to handle Melbourne at full capacity, but right now, it’s overkill—like bringing a spaceship to a go-kart race. You step off, back onto solid ground, watching as the train idles, gleaming, ready for the rush that isn’t here yet. It’s a strange, quiet end to the ride, a taste of a future that’s still waiting for the city to catch up.

[whateverdontatme]