http://hero-medic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hero-medic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-11-12 07:53 pm

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.]

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Allen claps in the doorway.

"I have dibs on Streetlight People."

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, for an AI, you're kinda bitchy. And I'll have a Guinness," he says, while strolling up onstage and launching directly into the song.

"JUST A SMALLTOWN GIRL - c'mon, sing along people, nobody believes you don't know the words LIVIN' IN A LONELY WOOORLD -"

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have to tell Wyn twice. "She took the midnight train, goin' aaaaaaanywhere!"

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROO-OOOIT!"

Watch out, Wyn, he's gesturing to you indicating you should join him.

"HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING AAAAAANYWHEEEEERE-"

[identity profile] wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wags grabs the mike next.

"Okay, some of you might claim it's too soon for this song, but I happen to wanna sing it, so suck it."

"♪Heya Tom, it's Bob from the office down the hall♪
♪Good to see you, buddy; how’ve you been?♪
♪Thing have been OK for me except that I’m a zombie now♪
♪I really wish you’d let us in♪
♪I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand♪
♪Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demand♪
♪But here’s an FYI: you’re all gonna die screaming...♪"

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"TOO S- beat me to it."

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Wyn leaps onstage gleefully. "A singer in a smoky room! The smell of wine and cheap perfu-ume!"

This can only end in disaster.

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Wyn is going to be riiiiiight over here at the bar, alternately laughing her head off and mouthing the words.

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Happy-fun duet of Bffls-in-blowing-shit-up is a-go!

"For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on -"

[personal profile] stickyboots 2009-11-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Peter takes the mike, pushes the mask up to rest on the bridge of his nose and clears his throat.

"So, uh, you can join in if you like..."

What? Let him take his time, it's a very personal song. Mid-tempo acoustic guitar starts to lilt through the soundsystem.

"You are... my fiiiire,
The one... desiiiiire,
Believe... when I saaaay,
I waaaaaaant it thaaaaaat a-way..."

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Straaaaangers, waaaaaaaaiting, up and down the boulevard! Shadows, searching in the niiiiii-iiiiiight--"

[identity profile] ihasvision.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"♪Shout, shout, let it all out...♪"

The song Shawn's singing suddenly switches to a techno drum intro.

"♪We're no strangers to love♪
♪You know the rules, and so do I♪
♪A full commitment's what I'm thinking of♪
♪You wouldn't get this from any other guy♪

♪I just want to tell you how I'm feeling♪
♪Gotta make you understand♪

♪Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down...♪"

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Streeeeetlight peeeeeople, living just to find emotion hiiiiiiiding soooomewhere in the NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT-"

Allen whips an electric guitar out of nowhere.

Sensorium, Allen loves you.

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Catcalls.
morphitudinous: (Serious)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-11-13 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
The person approaching the stage then was probably one of the last that any of Stacy's refugees would expect to find in this place. No, they were not seeing a Sensorium-induced illusion. That was really Billy Cranston pulling up a stool and hoisting an acoustic guitar into his lap. Those who have little tolerance for country music would be wise to plug their ears now.

...I don't know what it is about the edge of a cliff
Makes me want to get so close to it
I guess this time I finally slipped
What a foolish way to end it
Maybe that's why I'm back here now
got both feet back on the ground
Hopin' you won't turn me down
When I ask you for forgiveness...


Billy's voice definitely wasn't one of the world's strongest, but the mic gave it a quality of resounding despair. It wasn't an terribly stellar voice, true, yet it got the job done.

Then, the song ended and the lights faded. Stunned at his own bold streak, Billy's face started to flush with embarrassment. As he exited stage left and sought shelter in the crowd, he had a moment to ponder the unpredictability of humans afflicted with emotional turmoil; a curious phenomenon that he was certainly not exempt from.

[personal profile] stickyboots 2009-11-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HEARTACHE!!"

That's it, they're gonna have to invest in some matching white denim outfits.

[identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well played, Shawn... Wyn is not impressed, however.

"Oh, come on! Find a new @#%$ing meme already!"

[personal profile] stickyboots 2009-11-13 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Panties, they are thrown.

[identity profile] theregularguy.livejournal.com 2009-11-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka is gonna have himself a rocking good time...except he doesn't really know any songs. Well, there's one he does know, but it's kind of lame. Oh well. Let's get to it!

Two lovers, forbidden from one another
A war divides their people
And a mountain divides them apart
Built a path to be together

SECRET TUNNNNEL! SECRET TUNNNNNEL!

Through the mountain!
Secret, secret, secret tunnneelllll!
birthmural: (disdain)

[personal profile] birthmural 2009-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Daimon had folded his arms over his chest. He sat in the corner, as far away from the crowd as possible.

"I do not understand." He spoke of the reaction to the song.

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