Karaoke Party Go!

[singmeyoursoul]

Characters: ALL OF THEM!
Where: Sergei's Bar and Grille
When: Now.
Rating: PG-13---you never know who will show up...

[A high tenor voice rings out over the communicators, slightly amplified by a microphone (as if it's needed)...]

It's a worldwide symphony!

[Lorne talks over the accompaniment of the chorus to 'I Write The Songs' by Barry Manilow.]

Okay,

Comments

[cynicinasuit]

[Nick ambles in at some point, raising an eyebrow at the karaoke. He's not Ellis or Coach, there's no way he's going over there and making a fool of himself. Instead he settles for just walking around and taking in the sights... eventually planning to end up at the bar. Waiting to see if there are any interesting faces.]

[lfetimewarranty]

[Another person who seems to just want to wander around? Rfena is so on this.

She approaches the slightly grumpy-looking man with a smile.]

You look like you could use some company.

[cynicinasuit]

[The gambler cocks an eyebrow at her.]

... Apologies, sweetie, but who the hell are you? Don't think I've met you before.

[lfetimewarranty]

[That might be offputting normally and.. well, its still offputting, but she keeps the smile up.]

We haven't met before, so I'm not surprised. My name's Rfena. [She puts out her hand to shake. Shakeyshake?]

[cynicinasuit]

[Sorry, Nick is just sort of a generally coarse character. Although he does have a thing for the women, so he decides to play it nice.]

... Nick. [He shakes.] Sorry for coming off roughly, I'm just still really... disoriented over being here.

[lfetimewarranty]

[Nick is Nick, and Rfena is Rfena. Nice until threatened, and then she's still not that intimidating.]

Its nice to meet you, Nick. [Still smiling, she withdraws her hand.] Disoriented because of the party, or are you new to the vessel?

[She's still new too, but fff]

[cynicinasuit]

Not really "new" per say. Got here a few weeks ago. It's just the idea of walking around aliens and giant robots and just about everything fucking else that has me on edge.

... And I thought the infected were weird, holy shit.

[lfetimewarranty]

I'll admit its a little disconcerting. [Then again she flew a spaceship and knows engineered cat-hybrid human things, so maybe its not as disconcerting as it could be.]

...Infected? Was your home affected by a plague of some sort?

[cynicinasuit]

You could say that, yeah. Some sort of weird rabies-esque virus that turned people into... well, zombies. Cannibalistic flesheaters. Some of them started mutating, and that just wasn't pretty.

[lfetimewarranty]

[Zombies.]

I can imagine so. [The only thing she can equate that to is the basement, when other robots stole parts from depowered or immobile bots to repair themselves.]

I'm sorry for you, but I guess I'm glad that doesn't exist in my time...

[cynicinasuit]

Yeah, be glad, honey. It was like hell came to earth. Amazing I lived through it.

So, you behind this little shindig? Or was it all that singin' fellow up there?

[lfetimewarranty]

Its good that you did.

[Rfena blinks before she looks around and smiles.] No, I can't claim any credit here. It'd be the singing man - I think he said his name is Lorne?

[cynicinasuit]

Lorne? That's the green guy's name? Hmm. Isn't he a jolly fellow... singin' ain't my thing.

[lfetimewarranty]

He's a jolly green fellow; if he were taller you could make a green giant joke.

[Smile.]

Singing's not my type of thing either, though I am trying to convince people to go up and sing.