Life Support

[leadinghome]

The chairs are set, the snacks are picked, and the friendly listeners are discreetly hanging about. It's that wonderful time once again...

LIFE SUPPORT

- Feeling lost and lonely?

- Bored or hungry?

- New to Milliways?

- Needing something to do tonight?

Pull a chair, sit a while, everyone's welcome!

Rhyme Jam Night, Poetry and Karaoke(Hm

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[fiery_ring]

"Hallo everyone."

Carlotta comes over, her right leg in plaster, and sits down. She looks tired and fed up.

"What's 'rhyme jam'?"

[leadinghome]

"Hey." Connor looks up from the portable karaoke machine's manual, flashing a smile. "A mixed rhyming session. People can sing, or they can read poetry."

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta smirks.

"I'm not sure you want to hear me sing. I say, is it the magic karaoke machine?"

[leadinghome]

"No, I asked Bar to borrow a normal one." Really, that magical thing would not be a good idea for Life Support.

"Hey, the fun of karaoke is singing, not singing well..."

[fiery_ring]

"I don't think I'll know any modern songs." Carlotta says.

[leadinghome]

"There are older songs too." He points to the songbook. "A little something for everyone."

"They're sorted by decade, I think? The modern ones... well, around 2000's, Earth, are towards the end. The beginning are things from the 1900's and older classics."

[fiery_ring]

"Oh, all right, maybe when some of the others have had a go." Carlotta says. "Have you been up for a song yet?"

[leadinghome]

"Hm, no, was setting it up." He chuckles.

"I... guess I could try."

[fiery_ring]

"You first then." Carlotta says, handing him the microphone.

[leadinghome]

Oh, right... he chuckles, taking the microphone and the songbook, going over the list until he finds a good song...

"Desmond has his barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand:
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
Lala how the life goes on."

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta grins and takes a biscuit. Connor can sing well, though she doesn't know the song.

[leadinghome]

He sings well enough to make the performance not an ordeal... getting most notes right.

"In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
Lala how the life goes on."

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta sighs. If only life were as simple as the song.

She doesn't feel like the biscuit any more.

[leadinghome]

As the song finishes, Connor frowns a bit, putting the microphone away. "Wanna talk about what's wrong?"

[fiery_ring]

"It's all that's expected of most women, isn't it? Marry. Have a baby. Do ironing forever."

She looks up. "It's the bloody war! My married life was supposed to be performing, on tour six months a year, travelling all around the country! And if I eventually had a kid, it'd be the same for them."

[leadinghome]

"Well, Molly Jones was a singer, actually." He sighs. "War is hell. And you know how true that saying runs, right?"

"People have been doing it since ever, and in the end, war never solves anything."