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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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Rob whistles and applauds at the end of the song.

Meluly holds up a thumbs-up at him.

And, uncoordinatedly, tries to grab Lafiel to give her a full-on smooch.

Robert grins, unsure of whether he should be outraged or amused. He's...well, he's not really a fan of the whole 'girls kissing thing' except maybe in an aesthetic sense (let's face it what guy isn't).

Hell, it's Luly. And they're trapped on an interdimensional ark to fight a war against a universe destroying enemy who's worse than Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini put together. He just shrugs and leans back in his seat. He can tolerate some weird stuff from his comrades-in0arms.

Spaurh steps forward, a fixed smile on her face as she gently wraps an arm around Lafiel and does her best to lead her away, murmuring quietly, "Let's not make a public spectacle of this, shall we?"

One of Lafiel's hands shoots out to catch Meluly before she can do an awkward drunken fall into the stands even as Spaurh moves her out of the way. "Thank you, admiral. There's no dealing with her when she gets like this."

Luly grabs for Lafiel and—hey, wait. Where'd she go? Oh, a hand. Thoughts of kissing forgotten, she tries to hang on to Lafiel's arm for balance.

Lafiel drops Meluly with the older gentleman in the back. Your problem now, Donovan.

Ack, what? Why has a scantily dressed, drunk Meluly been deposited into his lap? He sits up a bit straighter and flails a bit as he tries to untangle himself.

"Hey--! Wait a minute--!"

Oh but Lafiel and her subordinate are gone.

"...hello!" Luly says, clinging to Rob. "I think I may have had too much to drink," she adds, with a momentarily burst of particular eloquence. She's half-consciously grabbing onto him tightly enough he'll have some issues trying to get away from her.

"...Yes, I think you may have too." He struggles to get himself clear of the young woman. It's a bit tricky, trying to stand up and get a drunk girl to stop clinging to you at the same time.

"Maybe we should get you someplace to lay down?"

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea," Luly says, and throws her arms up to wrap them around Rob's shoulders and neck. "Hello," she says again, looking a little self-surprised at suddenly finding herself in rather more of an intimate position.

Robert immediately blushes as a woman half his age throws her arms around him. He laughs nervously and begins leading her towards the exit, trying not to make too much commotion.

"Hello to you too, 'Luly." Rob sighs, shakes his head. "You're drunk, you know that?"

"Of course I'm drunk," Luly says. "Why aren't you drunk? With what's going on everybody should be drunk..."

Her gaze slides down to the floor, but her clinging onto Rob intensifies, if anything. Her wobbliness makes that rather much of a hindrance, though.

"I was drunk earlier. And I wish I was right now. But I don't know if the Luthor guy'll give me any more. Had a whole bottle of scotch." More than anything he wishes he was drunk. Then he could try and forget about some things. He stumbles, trying to hold her upright. At least they're out of the Sensoriums, now.

"You could carry me," Luly suggests. She doesn't quite process that that'd be quite a way to go carrying her, anyway. "This is sweet of you," she adds, and shuffles on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Rob smiles, shaking his head for a moment before he sweeps 'Luly up into a bridal carry, grunting.

"Oof. I'm not as young as I used to be." A pause.

"And I just don't want you puking your guts all over the Sensoriums." He teases as he staggers in the vague direction of the crew quarters.

Luly nuzzles in against him, making little affectionate noises. She's quite the feely drunk, apparently.

And she starts kissing at his neck. Quite the distraction, if he's trying to lug her along evenly.

Robert groans and pauses, leaning against a wall as he catches his breath. He (gently) tries to push Luly away from his neck with a soft curse.

"Luly, c'mon, stop that. You're drunk..."

"You don't get to choose how drunk I am," Luly mumbles, though she lets herself be nudged away. "I could get that drunk. I like that one."

"What? Well, if you really wanted to. But if you keep it up I think Stacy will start hitting us with tentacles and what not." He chuckles, then stumbles onwards, having caught his breath.

"Am I really gonna have to carry you all the way to your room?"

"My... where is my room?" Luly asks, sounding like she's genuinely not sure. "Maybe I should just... go to sleep... somewhere..."

She blinks and squints owlishly, trying to get her head in order.

Great. Well. Rob remembered where his was. And he could always find someplace else to sleep for the night, right? He sighed again.

"We'll find someplace for you to sleep, don't worry." Onwards and upwards, right? After a while, Meluly was starting to get a bit heavy.

Find her somewhere to sleep? Might be a little late for that... since after a bit of prolonged silence, Rob will discover that she's fallen asleep against him. Oops.

Rob sighs and stumbles onwards until he makes his way to the crew quarters, talking half to himself the whole way.

"Y'know, if I someone walked up to me a couple months ago and said 'Hey, you're going to be kidnapped and taken aboard an interdimensional ark to fight against a universe destroying enemy,' I would have laughed in their face. And yet. Here I am, carrying a passed out drunk alien woman. An attractive one at that. My life is nuts. This whole place is nuts..." He pauses to open his door, then staggers inside to lay Meluly down on one of the bunks therein. He looks down at her and smiles, then covers her with one of the sheets before retreating across the room to the other bunk, picking up his omnicomm. He'd do a bit of reading before bed since he'd downloaded (that term was still strange to him) the latest Ian Fleming book (from his perspective) and intended to find out who this sinister Blofeld chap was.

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