trans_9 | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hunter hates karaoke. He's not fond of putting himself out there for others to scrutinize, but... it's a team activity, and he'll sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMrd5ikoaIs) if he has to. He's got a good voice, if a bit quiet, and it's well-suited to the ballad he's chosen.

"These hammers and strings been following me around
From a box-filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs
Of a thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up, says 'How've you been?'
I say, 'Dear, I've been well, yeah the money's come in
But I miss you like hell, I still hear you in this old piano, yeah'
She says, 'Andy, I know that we don't talk as much
But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs
Come on, write me a song, give me something to trust
Just promise you won't let it be just the keys that you touch'

Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide'
So I'll write you a lullaby

These hammers and strings been following me around
Behind passenger vans, through the snow, dirt, and sands
Of a thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up, with her heart heavy still
She says, 'Andy, the doctors prescribed me the pills.
But I know I'm not crazy, I've just lost my will.
So why am I, why am I taking them still?'

'I need something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down,
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide'

To the sleepless, this is my reply:
I will write you a lullaby..."

His face is bright red by the time the song is over, and he's already on his way back to his seat by the time the last notes ring out.

Slobo looked over at Hunter.

"Good guts, man. And nice song, too." He nodded. "Next time, though, project. I don't think anyone else heard ya."

Static holds his hand up for a high five as Hunter comes back over. "It's embarrassing and it takes guts; welcome to the team, m'man."

Yeah, no one may have actually known it, but this was more of a test for joining the team than the actual tryouts were; this said that they wanted to be there, and didn't just happen to be.

"... next time?" If Hunter has anything to say about it, there won't be a next time. Once is more than enough, thanks all the same.

Hunter high-fives Static, but something is still bothering him a bit. "I didn't try out, and that wasn't... that was karaoke."

"Yeah, but it says somethin'. If ya got enough balls to stand in front of a crowd o' strangers and sing yer heart out, then we know ya certainly have enough to handle the stress o' combat." Slobo grinned. He was making that up on the spot to bolster Static's idea, and he wanted to see how well the logic would hold up.

"Well, there is that, but more, the fact that you were willing to come here and sing, against your better nature (hell, against all of our better natures, shows a commitment. It shows that you want to be here. Combat abilities can always be trained; but commitment?" He shook his head. "Without that, there's no foundation."

Hunter will buy the second half of that explanation. "Well, I guess that makes sense... combat might be a problem, though."

"Yer a healer. We'll just expect ya ta run in, heal, run away." Slobo said nonchalantly. "We're crazy, not so stupid as ta put ya on the frontlines."

"Pretty much, yeah. You'll be running support with Katara. She'll, essentially, be your bodyguard."

Hunter nods at that. He'd seen Katara in action during the Yeerk fight in the city, both as a healer and as a fighter. "All right."

... he is going to be in trouble if Katara ever gets taken out, though.

"And we're gonna have yer back, too. Teammates don't leave eachother to rot, man." Slobo said matter-of-factly. "We support each-other."

"See, we arn't just building a team here. We kinda build a family as well. It takes some time, but doing things like this, getting the group closer together? That's what we're really all about."

The sentiment is kind of Hallmark-card-ish, but the group seems like a good idea. "Um, any reason why the group's called the Outsiders?"

Karaoke Night [OPEN]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject