trans_9 | KARAOKE DANCE PARTY!!! [OPEN, COME GRAB FREE CR!]

Everyone had been so nice to Ryo since he had awoken a day prior. He wanted to show his appreciation to his friends and the crew, and get a chance to meet others. So, he walked back into the sensoriums and imagined a place. As he opened his eyes, there was the Milk Dipper. Wood finish, stars decorating the place, rough hewn wooden tables and the telescope in it's pedestal at the center. Everything was as it should be, except for one thing. Behind the counter, looking very confused, was a green-skinned demon who bore no resemblance to Airi. Ryo registered his shock as the demon spoke.

"This... is NOT my bar..." The green one said, his own shock evident. He looked at Ryo. "And you're not Peter..." Ryo, not knowing what to do, bowed quickly.

"I'm sorry, Oni-san, I just wanted to throw a party for everyone, with karaoke and dancing, and I didn't mean to summon you!" The demon shook his head, waving Ryo off.

"It's Lorne, and you had me at karaoke. Now, this place.... I like it. Kind of a kitsch-meets-class thing going on... It does need to be bigger, though..." Lorne snapped his fingers and the cafe expanded, now as large as an auditorium. The telescope pedestal sat firmly in the center of a well-polished dance floor, underneath a disco ball and lighting set up. To the left of the counter was a stage with a karoake set-up, and behind the counter was now a lot more than just coffee. Otherwise, the decor remained the same.

"Alright, Ryo-kun." Lorne said with a smile. "Give everyone the heads up and get this party started." Ryo nodded, amazed by the demon's abilities, and gave a call on the omnicomms.

[[ OOC: It's karaoke dance party time! Start a sub-thread with your character singing a song, socializing, or just being a wallflower, and let the CR flow! Especially great for newbies to meet folk and influence people!]]

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Billy draws his emotions back into equilibrium, smiling at his friend.

"Then I'll share one more thing with you." Something that feels like Stacy filters into their experience, and Billy's more recent memories start to guide through. Waking up in the slime, cold and alone. Meeting his newer friends. Long days in Engineering. Attempts at improving his combat abilities. And, with a wave of embarrassment, the time he nearly got his team on an away mission killed with a hallucinogenic plant. Many of the memories are happy, though, tinged with silent awe of the expanse of the universe.

That's there too---the dream of exploring vast new worlds that he'd carried with him since childhood.

A final smile.

It's all he can offer, within the waves of pure emotion that is simply 'here', but the oddity senses everything he can and everything he gets? Etched into his own memory, sure that none of it is forgotten.

Within what is to him as Transcendence, he 'sends' one last embrace and a mutual awe of the expanses without. But also, the vast expanses within. Exploration and a home, a family. Two diametircally opposing dremas and yet, maybe, they both might simultaneously become a single truth.

It is with this thought that he carefully withdraws back into the world of solid touch, the world Humans call 'reality'. His whisper echoes of the formal words oft spoken at this time.

"One part from thee, but never parted. Until again, T'hy'la."

He'd never forgotten how much like a kick in the gut that can often feel like.
Returned now to his own Solidity and the thing called "karaoke", the creature takes a moment to just breathe. It's a lot even for him!

In those last moments, Billy feels a warmth radiating from his core that no other experience can match. He latches onto the last words, comforted by them---and underlining his mental note to find out what t'hy'la means.

Then, he's slumped on the floor of the karaoke bar and panting for breath. If anyone else were to come by, they'd probably reach the conclusion that he'd been shoved down and had the breath squashed out of him by something.

Worse, there's a chilling emptiness inside him now, like something vital to his happiness had been ripped away from him. Probably an aftereffect of their sharing, he rationalizes. With any luck, it will fade soon. He props himself up on his arms shakily, opening his physical eyes for the first time in quite a while.

"Renne?" he asks when his breath is recovered enough for him to speak.

"Eeee."

Oh yeah, he can relate to that. He'd felt the same sort of kick-in-the-gut. Shaking his head slowly, the oddity gives a chirp and extends both hand/paws out.
The balance on his big feet is for only a second compromised and easily corrected in this Tarzan-crouch of his. His hands go out solely to find Billy and be sure he'd not somehow gotten himself hurt in the separation.

"Eee. Bee."

Renne's paws will find an intact young human, and Billy manages to spare a tiny smile for his friend.

"I'm not injured," he assures, moving back into a crouch. But he does have a question: "Is it normal to feel distress after mentally separating?" It's not the most elegant of words, but Billy doesn't have the benefit of knowing the lingo yet.

Touch.

A trill-purr of relief. Then a nod.

"Eee. Eeey-ess, firrrs-t. Whe-n is new."

When it is new. He nearly smiles at that. Given time and contact, the pangs of separation may well fade completely. However, whether or not to tell the Human this fact, that given time, one and the other could form a permanent "residence" within a part of each other, is under some debate.
Even as much as what just transpired might be....well, much.

"I wasn't warned that there would be growing pains," he said with a small laugh.

Normalcy is starting to return, so he takes a breath and thought briefly about what he'd done. They are bonded now, through thick and thin. They would make it through this together, Billy would see to that.

But then what would happen if their worlds were restored, and they had to separate forever? No---he wouldn't think about that just yet.

"Well...it looks like the party's still going on. Should I terrify the crowd with a song?"

'Terrify'?

His ears give a twitch. Chittering, the oddity playfully nudges the Human. 'Growing pains'? Oh...Joking? Head-tilt. Then a nod.

"Eeee, is new. Eee! Bee noh scah-rrree!"

"I don't mean it literally, Renne," he explains, fondly scratching an ear. "My singing isn't spectacular, and sub-par voices have been known to induce pain in the eardrums of others."

He glances up at the stage then. "This person looks like she's having fun."

Purr at the skritchings. And then a playful little pounce. Oh and yes, he's starting to blush a bit.

"Eee, rrraowrrr! If Bee do sin-g, may-bee...eeee..."

"Maybe...what?" he asks, laughing at the pounce. He doesn't want to go on the 'warpath' in a crowded place, but his friend's too fun to resist teasing.

"Eee. Bee sin-g? Rrr-enne coo-k gohrrr Bee?"

Wait-what? Oh, yes. He has a talent in the kitchen. And he's not above bribery with his nearly-famous-food.

"So...I perform, and you'll cook for me?" Oh, it's so tempting.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but it's a deal." Even before they were bonded, Renne had an unusually large amount of power over his friend just by being adorable.

"Eeee!"

Now comes a squeal and an insane colour-flashing of delight. Tangible enough to maybe be felt? Who knows. He's...he's happy. Honest-to-gods happy.
One last nuzzling and the oddity moves to pick a spot next to the stage, why? He's quite dying to hear this actually.

KARAOKE DANCE PARTY!!! [OPEN, COME GRAB FREE CR!]

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