Karaoke Night [OPEN]

[hero-medic.livejournal.com]

 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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[not_the_philistine]

"And your family?"

If she has one.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Never knew any of them."

[not_the_philistine]

A child with no family. One of the problems of the human world he, with his gargoyle perspective, understands - and likes - least.

"I'm sorry."

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Don't be. There's nothing to be sorry about."

She has her god now, after all.

[not_the_philistine]

Still. A life without a clan is not one Goliath would wish on anyone. But saying so to Roxie would be like saying he would not wish a body without wings on anyone - she is what she is, and what he cannot live without, perhaps she can live without having known.

"Then you are content?"

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Content enough."

She's seen enough, from the outside, to have an idea of what she's missing. But if she had a family just doing her job would put them in immense danger.

[not_the_philistine]

He nods.

"Your god aids you in your tasks," he comments, half a question, half an observation. "You are stronger than you look."

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"It is an expression of my spirit. Shyama has gifted me with the tiniest fraction of himself so that I can accomplish my duties."

[not_the_philistine]

"How long have you been his servant?"

And why was she chosen so young, he wonders?

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"Six months in objective time. Much longer subjectively. Most of my knowledge comes to me in dreams."

[not_the_philistine]

"What do you think of your purpose?"

He's always curious about humans with a drive.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

She shrugs slightly.

"It's better than not having one."

[not_the_philistine]

"Indeed. Purpose is not always easy, but a life without it is worse."

Pointlessness. The bane of his existence.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie nods silently.

One might wonder what had happened to such a child, to make her want such an intense purpose to begin with.

[not_the_philistine]

He's familiar with the misfortune that befalls human children who have no families. It is one of the reasons he is still as attached as he is to the gargoyle ideal of community childrearing, despite his bond with his own daughter.

Still.

"I have not met many young humans with your focus." Or . . . you know, many.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"I'm an outlier. It's Shyama chose me."

Which is to say: maybe she was that crazy before the divine stuff got involved.

[not_the_philistine]

"Why you?"

She IS a little young to be killing things, especially if a god is choosing her to do the killing.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"I didn't ask," she says. To judge by her tone, she doesn't really care.

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath rustles his wings as he resettles against the wall.

"There is a human phrase - do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps it can be applied to having a purpose as well."

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so."

Roxie looks silently across the crowd.