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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"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?"

"Eee. Is Wahrrr-ohrrr still. Is prrraowd."

Purrr. Uncurling a bit, the beastie first carefully dips his head down to try and come nose-to-nose with Wyn. Then? Sniff-lick! Playful, oh yes.

A minute later and he's crawling back down to the floor, chirruping. Puzzled? Curious? Confused? Oh, very, and it all shows on his skin in little streaks of colour.

"Eeee?"

"I've been down there, yeah, but never for very long." Wyn says, briefly wondering which Jamie Billy meant. (There are several onboard, and the idea of any of them meeting a unicorn is slightly absurd-- although to be fair, so is the idea of Wyn meeting a unicorn.) "Are you suggesting we take a field trip?"

It was Jamie McCrimmon, Billy should have said. Oh, the strange things you find when traveling with the Doctor. Maybe Wyn will be lucky enough to hear that story someday!

Billy smiles innocently when Wyn's face is licked, then he glances down at Renne on the floor. "Um...Renne, are you all right?"

Back to Wyn, he says: "I'd like to, whenever you have the time. Kaylee's already offered to get permission for me to see her ship."

"Eee! Eeey-ess."

Chitter. Hop-crawling about, Billy's leg (and then Wyn's) gets a nuzzle or three. Suddenly, his ears perk up and the oddity lets out a yip.

"Eee! Rrrr-enne kee-p prrrom-iss to Bee! Bee, Wihn-Wihn go-t hun-gerrr?"

Willing, able and eager to cook, this one.

"I should really get back to the lab, actually. Another time maybe, Renne?" Wyn says, running a hand through her hair. "Same goes for you, Billy. Exploring the hangar sounds like fun."

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