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Karaoke Night [OPEN]

Between nearly killing himself trying to help people and his talk with Nathan, Peter was exhausted. Even with his upbeat demeanor, it was hard to not say he felt stressed. His flight-breaks no longer helping, he decided he needed to take a few hours. He found himself at the sensoriums, a place he had heard talked about like the holodeck from Star Trek. As he walked in, it was a blank room. He closed his eyes and thought to himself.

I just need a way to relax.

He suddenly heard music, and opened his eyes to what appeared to be a high class nightclub, but filled with the strangest creatures he had ever seen, even since arriving on the ship. Behind the bar, a green-skinned redhead with horns, more conspicuous for his paisley shirt and purple ascot, was trying to get his attention.

"Hey, kiddo, didn't you hear them call your name?" The demon said, smiling. "You're up, bubbulah. Don't worry, I picked a good song for you." Peter eyed him warily. Wherever this place had come from, it was not his head. But decided not to question it, and went to stand in front of a karaoke machine on stage. He picked up the mike and saw the song, and smiled. He loved this song. EVERYONE loved this song. Luckily, a few years in boy's choir had given him a sense of tune, and puberty had left him with a decent tenor. So, he began to sing.

o/` I can't fight this feeling any longer,
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow... o/`

That was all it took. As if suddenly injected with 100 ccs of pure rock ballad awesome, Peter closed his eyes and began letting the music take him, eventually rocking out. He had forgotten what it was like, honestly. Forgotten the fun of just letting go and having fun. And as he finished up the REO Speedwagon classic, breathing heavily and feeling alive, he wished he hadn't.

But then he opened his eyes to notice more than just his holographic audience had filtered into the "club".

"Uh... Next?" He said as he hastily replaced the mike and went to get a holo-beer.

That was embarrassing. He could only hope someone would follow him up and make it slightly less so.

[ooc: Start a subthread with your character approaching the stage and singing a song. Characters can react to other's performances even if they aren't singing themselves. And any song you'd like, Lorne has the entire mutliverse on karaoke. I'm not asking, and neither should you.]

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Dean frowned at that. He had good reason not to trust any demons, especially those who attempted to be nice. Damn backstabbing bitch that Ruby was.

"Yeah, wonder why." He was leaning more to punching.

"You're not reading my mind now, are you green goblin?"

She gladly returned it. "I'm glad to hear that. We all need to be able to trust each other, don't we?"

Nanoha paused for a moment. "...as long as we're trusting each other - I usually only sing in the shower."

Holo-Lorne smiled at Dean.

"Oh, I always am, in here." He pointed up, basically saying the sensoriums were the answer. "But I'm not judging. Honestly, I know hwat you've gone through, so you wanting to hit me makes a lot more sense than super-good-guy over here." He glared at Peter a moment.

"I'm just someone brought here for everyone to have fun. Once Peter's gone, unelss he comes here and makes pretty much the decision to never have me again, I'm gone." This time, Holo-Lorne waited for a response.

"Seriously, you thought it'd be fun to summon this guy?" Dean scowled at Peter, with a ticked off look that could give Nathan's a run for the money.

He then very nearly got in the hologram's face, "What do you mean, have you? And how much do you know?" He really didn't want things like his time in hell or him supposed to be Michael's meatsuit to be the ship's gossip. Also obviously nobody's explained the Sensoriums to him yet.

Nathan stared at him, and almost left the stage. He knew the song of course, rather liked it at the time. Remembering it from the later days of high school. Of course, he wouldn't get the irony of the lyrics till now.

"~I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing

Well the good ol' days, may not return
And the rocks might melt & the sea may burn~"

Holo Lorne just kind of sadly stared at him a moment.

"Sweetheart, you have never been a bad-guy, ever. Unless I pose a real threat, you wouldn't kill me if you could. And don't yell at him, he's not the one who brought me here. Big Mama brought me here because you two might need the support you could provide each-other. You and he are the same. You and he do the exact same things. You both are willing to risk your own souls for your brothers." Holo Lorne looked down.

"Maybe, where I'm from, having brothers like you would have been a godsend. Having friends like you... or HIM... would have been more than welcome. But in reality? It never happened for me until... shortly before Stacy saved me into her computer bank of doom." Lorne was more keenly aware of people, and himself, then others might give a "simple" AI credit for. "Maybe big mama brought me here to teach you both a lesson. That everyone needs a backup singer and every backup singer needs a lead. Or vice versa. Who knows. You two are the ones who make the decisions. I'm just an 'AI' who spouts nonsense to all of you." Lorne honestly looked sad at this prospect.

Roxie shuffles her way up to the stage, fiddling with the microphone to adjust it downwards. For a moment she just looks as disconnected as usual, and then she starts to sing—

"I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair, hoping for a frigid air to come passing by... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOc1mn-4EzE)"

There is a strange bell-like resonance in her voice—something that catches the ears without disturbing them, immediately distinguishable from the volume of the volume of the instrumental despite her singing almost whisper-quietly. The whole effect is rather... ethereal. Inhuman, in a beautiful way.

Jamie wanders in, drawn by the sounds of music. However, he has absolutely no experience with either karaoke or Swedish dance-pop (or Wyn dancing, for that matter), so in a matter of seconds his expression changes from from his usual curiosity to a stunned deer-in-headlights sort of look.

For once, there are absolutely no questions. There is just staring at the stage.

Roxie listens closely, eyes closed but body language eminently respectful. Her eyes only open again once he is completely done, though it takes long moments for her strangely-dilated pupils to adapt properly to the light again.

And from the back of the club, casually draped over a plush, circular booth, a set of blue within blue Bene Gesserit eyes evaluated him, amused. "I think the original song was meant facetiously...Bravo on making us wonder, Mister Luthor."

A Bene Gesserit's voice can be a sharp edged weapon, a thing that compels obediance, or a tool of seduction. But right now Sheeana is simply unwinding. Her vocal control is exact, so much so that it doesn't have to appear controlled at all. The song she sings is a whimsical meditation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTuSDNRJYmE) on reincarnation that has an ironic signifigance to her.

It should be noted that she sings all her own backing vocals too.

Meluly has dragged Lafiel in—quite possibly literally, in fact. By the slight unevenness in her usually very smooth steps, Luly's either overtired or intoxicated—and the unfocused look in her eyes points to the latter.

But she's roping Lafiel in towards the microphone, anyway, as a song starts up, an arm wrapped around her either to support herself a little or keep Lafiel from running away or both.

"Mm ba ba de... Um bum ba de... Um bu bu bum da de... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtrEN-YKLBM)"

Slobo is captivated. Other than something he saw earlier, it may be the most beautiful thing he has been exposed to. That bell-like tinge... It's just so amazing to someone who's hearing has been forced to be slightly higher than other people's due to experiences. He applauds immediately. He's honestly not sure anyone else heard it like he did.

This, in the end, is guaranteed to only hurt Slo' more.

Bee's had finally come out of his shock, and, as a result, was less than his happy self.

"I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide..."

After some cajoling, Cassie got up to sing something that wasn't exactly her favorite type of music but the song was incredibly fitting. Her voice wasn't great but it was well enough, and at least she was having funny judging by her giggles.

"Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
But I turn him on and he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want a coin operated boy

Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend..."

Lafiel knows better than to challenge Meluly in this state, Empress or no. When she gets into this state there is nothing to do but let her ride it out until she's tired. So she lets herself be led toward the microphone.

Both join in at "Pressure!". Lafiel's parts are Freddy Mercury's higher pitched ones.

When they are done, her cheeks are bright red.

Lorne aplauds so much that the holographic audience understands as well, and follows suit. It's then that Lorne jumps over the bar, and moves to Roxie, the newer arrival.

"You see that, kiddo?" The song-and-dance demon almost whispers. "Maybe you and she are more alike than you thought." The fiend held his hands up as he moved away.

"I'm just saying..." He said as he got back behind the bar.

Making light of the trauma of the past few days (because, after you can't cry any more, she knows that all that's left to do is laugh), Yuri runs through a horror classic (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkjtctcuQ9Q), complete with an adorable, sometimes clumsy version of the accompanying dance. Walking on his drilltacles, Borg even provides backup in case noone else is brave enough to.

It takes Jamie a long time before he takes the stage. First, someone has to explain to him what karaoke is, and then actually convince him to try it out. Eventually, though, he does go up. However, when he sees the lyrics that have been provided for him, his eyes go wide and he attempts to flee. It's too late for poor Jamie, though, and he clears his throat nervously before starting to sing.

Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street...

He is beet red by the time he finishes the song.

Edited 2009-11-13 10:04 (UTC)

Slobo felt words coming out of his mouth, in response to Bumblebee's musical plea. He knew he didn't know the words, but something about the sentiment... It just made him sing with this robot. Even from the crowd, it was like something was connecting them.

"o/` There was nothing in sight, but memories left abandoned.... There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell, like snoooow... o/`" It was then Slo realized what he might be singing about. In some twisted way, this robot had experienced Apokolips. And survived. That seemed to be what the song was about.

"o/`And a ground caved in, between where we were standing...o/`" It was then that Slo began thinking of Secret, himself. "o/`But your voice was all I heard... " His expression and demeanor had fallen to an extreme low. "o/` Did I get what I deserve.... o/`"

After being badgered onto the stage by Meluly, Lafiel gives a rock ballad overview of the crew's situation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tt_ro2aerQg).

There is singing, and there is beer. Lister is there, it's his element. And he knows exactly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8_OerWWEQ4) which song he's going to sing.

Complete with his guitar, Lister struts his stuff.

"Living after midnight, rockin' to the dawn
Lovin' 'til the morning, then I'm gone, I'm gone
I took the city 'bout one A.M, loaded, loaded
I'm all geared up to score again, loaded, loaded
I come alive in the neon light
That's when I make my moves right
Living after midnight, rockin' to the dawn
Lovin' 'til the morning, then I'm gone, I'm gone
Got gleaming chrome, reflecting steel, loaded, loaded
Ready to take on every deal, loaded, loaded
My pulse is racing, I'm hot to take
This motor's revved up, fit to break
Living after midnight, rockin' to the dawn
Lovin' 'til the morning, then I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm aiming for ya
I'm gonna floor ya
My body's coming
All night long

The air's electric, sparkin' power, loaded, loaded
I'm getting hotter by the hour, loaded, loaded
I set my sights and then home in
The joint starts flying when I begin
Living after midnight, rockin' to the dawn
Lovin' 'til the morning, then I'm gone, I'm gone."

He can't play too well, and his singing isn't the best, but at least he's enthusiastic, bouncing about the stage, goofy grin never leaving his face.

Oh yes, Claudia is so DOWN with Karaoke! And she's totally about to sing the house down and if everyone's lucky she might even dance!

The music starts.

"Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Drop a name)
What happened to the dreams of a girl president
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees
Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be?

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

(Break it down now)........."

Jo steps up to take her turn and she's grinning from ear to ear. She waits for the music to start and then she even starts swinging her hips a little with the music.

"You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!"

Surprisingly, Jo can actually sing people. She's a woman of many talents!!

Jonas chuckled a little from the back of the bar. Well, if she could have a sense of humor about it, so could he.

He was on stage with her before the last strains of her song faded, capturing her hands in his own and her mouth in a kiss so that she would not escape before he started singing.

"[It feels so right now, hold me tight
Tell me I'm the only one
And then I might
Never be the lonely one
So hold (hold) me tight (me tight), to-night (to-night), to-night (to-night)

It's you
You you you - oo-oo - oo-oo
Hold me tight
Let me go on loving you
To-night to-night
Making love to only you
So hold (hold) me tight (me tight), to-night (to-night), to-night (to-night)...]"

One of the benefits to being a "coin-operated boy" was the ability to be his own back-up vocals as well.

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