It's Luau Time

[fikgirl]

Who: Faith Lehane
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread

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[Gene]

[sophiedb]

Gene wandered around the outskirts of the party zone, alien nibbles in hand. He presumed they were alien anyway, however weird it was to imagine that two planets had come up with the idea of jellybabies. Aliens and other planets were bad enough, although - on reflection - he might have had a harder time without getting his head around Dorothy over there first. Either way, jellybabies = bite the head off first. Tasty.

He watched the "dancing" and debated whether to sabotage the music in an attempt to save his senses from self-destruction, but decided that it was a lost cause. At the stage, the bottle of whisky - purple, but tasted close enough and his voice was back to normal(ish) - was a far better bet.

"Some things should remain in the 80s."

Looked like he wasn't the only one then, though he couldn't remember this other bloke's name for the life of him. Still, it was good to hear someone condemning whateverthehellthatwas as if it was a dead and dusted part of history. Maybe there was a bright side to this island, he thought. He might come out of this experience having skipped a couple of decades' worth of really bad music.

Gene sighted a nice, comfortable log with his name on it and staggered closer.

"You say that like it gets better someday. Good news to my aching ears, that is. This crap sounds like it was written by the bastard offspring of a tone deaf walrus and an alarm clock." He took a swig for sanity, then remembered his nibbles. "Jellybaby?"

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank laughed at the comment, wincing slightly as he did so. He was still walking wounded and hadn't had enough to drink to completely dull the pain. At least he didn't look like a lobster anymore. He took another swig of his drink and looked up at Gene, "Well true it doesn't get much better. The 90s weren't much better and some of the new stuff is just as bad. Music is just going down the crapper, though sometimes if you ignore the words the beat isn't half bad. It only sounds like a walrus getting run over by a truck, which is way better then a tone deaf walrus and an alarm clock as far as sounds go."

He does take a handfull of nibbles, "Thanks. I should probably find the food soon, but I don't think I've had enough alcohol to really appreciate a good pig roast."

Frank offered his hand, "Frank Parker. I was the big crash a few days ago in the wee hours of the morning. The big blue ball on the outskirts of town is mine."

[Gene]

[sophiedb]

"Is it now?" He'd avoided that thing like the plague, like so much else, but shook Frank's hand nevertheless. The kid wasn't to blame for bringing back his war-time memories of Manchester being bombed. "Gene Hunt, and there's no such thing as enough alcohol as far as I'm concerned. This lot rescued me n that lad over there from some mad scientists a while back."

He waved towards the dance mats, then squinted. Was that Tyler getting friendly over there? The last time he'd seen Tyler on a dance floor he'd gotten all excited over so-called celebrities. Gene hadn't been too impressed himself, but the views were excellent - as was this one. Nice looking bird, he supposed, but hopefully this one wouldn't drug the divv, handcuff him to his bed and take naughty photos.

(Sammy boy - and Gene *face!palm* - dancing *lol*)

"Does the name Marc Bolan mean anything to you?"

OOC giggles

[starborn_scribe]

Great YouTube clip! :)

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank grinned at Gene, "Nice to meet you, and I agree. There is no such thing as enough alcohol." Frank would rather have not crashed. He's still feeling the effects a few days later after all.

The last question has Frank scanning his useless stores of knowledge. The man has a photographic memory. What goes in, stays in. Frank closed his eyes a moment, "Songwriter and guitarist from the 70s, right? T Rex and Ride a White Swan... At least that's about all I remember." He could probably recite the lyrics to a couple of songs, and give more information but at the moment he'll leave it with that.

[Ivanova] Drive by!

[lost_mckay]

Passing by the pair talking, Commander Susan Ivanova had a seat picked out for herself, but that didn't stop her from offering a brief comment as she made her way towards Marcus. Dr. Franklin was in the sand, laughing, and she was leaving the scene, as it were.

"Nice to meet you, and I agree. There is no such thing as enough alcohol."

"Carry on, Lieutenant," is offered in a dry, amused tone. This was a party, after all. "Detective..."

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank turned and grinned at Ivanova, tossing a salute to her, "Thank you ma'am. I'll be sure to drink one in your honor."

Frank then turned back to Gene, "Well it seems I will definitely be having way more. That sounded rather like an order and I can't well go against a direct order, now can I?" Admittedly this was one order that Frank wouldn't have a single problem obeying.

The Luau Continues . . .

[fikgirl]

The party is here