Karaoke Night [OPEN]

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 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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[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono looks at the stage again, then sighs and rubs his hand back through his hair. Awroight, awroight, he says finally, waving Wyn off. No need fer any of 'at. Because he kind of picked up on that, Wyn. Bad as bloody Jubes, you are. Though, really, that's affectionate. He likes Jubilee.

He turns and heads for the stage, waving off the microphone that somebody tries to hand him. Don' need it, mate. He'd feel more comfortable up here with a guitar, but when the music starts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rtNcaQvFvI), he knows he doesn't even need the words flashing up on the screen.

I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms
And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be who you want me to be

His 'voice' is a little gravelly, maybe even a little rusty. He's not done anything like this in years, but it's got to be a little odd on the other end of it, too, what with the telepathy.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

As the song made it's way to the end, Slobo clapped emphatically for a few moments, before looking at his crew and clearing his throat. He quickly turned to chug a beer.

"I love that movie. Shaddup."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

The singing-via-telepathy is a little odd, yes, but what's-his-face is good. Wyn quietly takes a seat at the bar during the song, leaving the doorway open once more.