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

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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 flashes her a wide smile, high-fiving with enthusiasm. "That was exhilarating, Wyn," he declares.

He smiles and peeks out into the crowd, looking for his impish friend. There, Renne, Billy's fulfilled his end of the bet.

Indeed, you have Billy.
With a shine of silver in his blue eyes, the oddity quite promptly lets out a cheering squeal and bounds up toward the Human's scent. Now he's cheering his lungs -- er...single lung -- out for you!

"Eee! Beeee!"

"I love karaoke ni-- ... um." Wyn cuts herself off in mid-sentence, raising her eyebrows as the small blue creature launches itself at Billy. She's never seen Renne before, so she's not quite prepared for his sudden arrival onstage.

"Haha---hey, I'm glad you liked it," Billy says, catching his friend with a warm smile. "I've earned my meal, right?"

It's all fun, until he remembers that Wyn is there. Quickly, he offers her an apologetic look. "Ah...this is my friend, Wyn. His name's Renne---don't worry, he's trustworthy. Though I did hear about a series of pranks in our laboratory..." he trails off with a smile.

To Renne, he says "Renne, this is Wyn. She works with me in the Engineering department. She does excellent work, though we tend to experience an increased number of explosions when she's around." That last bit is said with a wink.

"Eeee, Rrr-enne coo-k wha-t Bee wahn-t!"

Squeaky trill. Seriously, don't let him anywhere near a kitchen unless you're utterly famished. A nudge and then -- Uh oh.

The blush gives it all away.

Yes, it was him with the whoopee cushions.

And then, ooh. Chirp. The five-inch ears perk forward and yes, he leans out, fully intending on giving this Wyn a very curious sniff.

"Wihn? Oooh...Is Pie-rrrow Pie-rrrat?"

Sniff. Trill.

Wyn just gives Billy an affectionate eyeroll. "Jaysus, one little explosion and people never let you live it down. It's nice to meet you, Renne." she says, giving the blue creature a slightly awkward smile.

Billy laughs fondly. "Aren't you going to tell Renne about my horrendous taste in combat fashion?"

He grins, watching Renne sniff out his friend. "Well, answer the question, Wyn. Are you a pirate?"

Sniff, sniff.

One last Billy-nudge and the oddity monkey-crawls down to the floor. Why? To give this Wyn a real sniff, that's why.
Ankle-biter level, here, keep that in mind.

"Wihn, yeu is Pie-rrrow Pie-rrrat?"

Ear-twitch. Don't mind him, he doesn't wear many clothes. And...well, we won't go into the cultural complexities of clothing.

"Fa-shin?"

Chirp.

"Rrrr-enne cahll yeu Wihn-Wihn."

"Wyn-Wyn" situation? Oh...ahem. Punster lessons, yes, he's had 'em.

Wyn has heard every possible pun on her name. She's used to it by now. "Not a pirate, unfortunately. And... he wears blue spandex into fights. Yes, really." she says, nodding her head at Billy.

Billy looks sheepish for a moment. "I'm not exactly considered an expert on fashion. Or common sense---she doesn't think my Ranger uniform adequately protects me."

In the meantime though, he steps back to allow Renne to investigate Wyn. He's fighting to hide a smile.

He's investigating all right, sniffing like a dog sniffs at a steak he really, really wants. At Billy's words, the oddity's ears give one hell of a twitch.

Spandex?

"Eeee? Pan-decks? Wha-t tha-t is?"

Oh, and yes, he can multitask -- or is that multi-ask? -- quite well. Amid asking what spandex are, the oddity sniff-chirps and...erm...well. Wyn. You have become a tree. And he's crawling up to your shoulder.

Wyn makes a strangled 'meep!' sound as Renne starts to climb her. "It's, um, really stretchy skin-tight fabric-- and I only think that because it doesn't."

"Yes it does," Billy argues. "It's effective for minor threats, because it provides some protection while allowing us to remain fast and flexible."

He's outright grinning as Renne climbs her.

Yep. Wyn. You're a tree now, sans being bitten.

Snuffle-crawling right up to that shoulder, the beastie ends up with a noseful of hair. Sniff. Nose-twitch. Oh boy...Now a webbed hand/paw lifts up so his fingers can kind of tickle-comb through said hair.
Right close to an ear.
Sniff.

"Rrr-enne noh kno-w wha-t Pan-decks be."

Sniff.

Wyn will never be convinced that Spandex is a practical choice for anything. "Protection against what, paper c-- ah!" she yelps, leaning her head away from Renne's investigation.

"Well, that's because it's not entirely spandex. It's a fabric of compressed nanofibers that resembles spandex, enhanced with morphing energy. It dulls most attacks by harmlessly diffusing most of the impact of heavy blows, and it's nowhere near as permeable as standard fabric."

He sighs and rubs his temples. "You won't believe me unless I allow you to test it, will you?"

Then, he stifles a giggle when she jumps. "He's harmless, Wyn. He only wants to memorize your scent. That's how he locates people."

Nano...what? Morph...what?

Utterly confused, the oddity concludes his sniffing investigation of Wyn in favour of basically curling up like a little monkey on her shoulder.
Well okay, so he playfully sniff-tickles at an ear. Cue the Face! Phear The Adorable.

And oh, Billy, you confusing human.

"Pan-decks do wha-t? Mohrrrff? Eee?"

Adjusting his posture a little, the oddity's head turns toward Wyn's voice in...an attempt to 'face' her. He's got big eyes, that's for damn sure. Big eyes that swirl with colour. But they're unfocused big eyes. Can't see squat. So he sniffs.

"I probably won't believe you anyway." Wyn says, giving Billy a Look. You can technobabble all you want, Billy, but it is still going to be Spandex and it will still keep people from taking you seriously. "Spandex is just a kind of fabric, Renne. People don't generally wear it, but Billy does."

Billy? He looks a little put-out, and can't seem to think of a rebuttal. He opens his mouth as if to try, then shakes his head with a little sigh.

"Morphing, Renne, is changing. In my case, I'm dressed in a uniform that unfortunately resembles spandex, and I'm energized for battle. Morphing also lets me call a battle tank called a Zord---it's a giant machine version of the unicorn you found."

Found where, he won't say. For now, he'll just inwardly smile at the sight of Renne happily curled on Wyn's shoulder.

"Eee. Is li-ke ahrrr-mourrr?"

Cue the expression of awe on his face. Yeah, the word "battle tank" quite impresses him, even if he's thinking it in terms of something like an armoured ship or armoured animal. Don't mind him and his low techno-grade. Upon Wyn's shoulder, the beastie sniff-finds her ear and gives said ear a semi-sharp little snuffling.

"Eee! If it do worrrk, it do worrrk."

"It's a kind of armor, I suppose." Wyn says, giving a one-armed shrug so as to not disturb Renne too much. "And why didn't you tell me you had a battle tank?" This is high on the list of Things Wyn Wants To Know About Her Friends, actually.

Billy nods, glad to have secured at least a partial concession from her. He knows she cares about him and that it's friendly teasing, but having the way his powers work mocked is a /teensy/ bit of a sore spot.

He shrugs. "I haven't had a chance to visit it yet, and I doubt I'm going to need it any time soon. Though you'd probably find its appearance as laughable as my costume. It's a giant blue unicorn."

He likes the unicorn just fine, actually. It's just others that seem to have a problem with it.

"Eee! Bee is Knigh-t!"

Chitter-squeal! Grinning madly, the beastie crawls carefully up and, well...Ahm, Wyn? You are now wearing the Imp Hat.
And yes. He's honestly associating the "battle tank", unicorn and things in terms of what he knows.
He's met real unicorns, yes. He's met real knights too. And two King Arthurs.

"Right, well, anyone who laughs at unicorns has clearly never met one, because they are evil vicious horses with swords on their hea-- aaaah, okay, I have a hat. Anyway, even if none of that were true about unicorns, it's all canceled out by the fact that you have a battle tank." Wyn has also met real unicorns... it's fairly safe to assume that they didn't like her much.

"No, I'm not a knight. I'm a Power Ranger---we practice a modified version of chivalry, I guess, but we're not knights." He smirks as Renne makes a nest on Wyn's head---yeah, Billy knows what that's like.

But he's starting to miss his friend a little. Shh.

"Jamie told me the same thing about unicorns, so I guess I'll take both your words for it. I've meant to go down to observe some of the vehicles with their owners' permission---have you been there, Wyn?"

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