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[somany_names]

The Lord of the Sleeping Marches stroked his chin in thought, brooding on recent events. There was a Corinthian in the Nexus. The nightmare obeyed him for the time being, but he could not guess at its purpose there, nor how long its obedience would stand. Moreover, it was not the Corinthian he had made--some trace of that familiar being lurked

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[somany_names]

To give fair credit, after uncountable ages of service, Lucien has become a logistical genius. It takes him next to no time at all to assemble all the essentials for a karaoke night in the dining room (which has, for the time being, been slightly redecorated toward that end).

There is a stage, with requisite microphone and karaoke machine, clusters of chairs and tables, and a bar to provide refreshments and liquid courage.

It's already starting to draw a crowd.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali is absolutely thrilled when she sees the setup.

"Excellent job, Lucien! Everything looks just right. And I knew it'd be popular." It might just be popular because it's something new, but that's okay; she's still right. "Looking forward to your turn, I hope?"

[somany_names]

"I, ah, expect I'll be needed to make certain everything's running properly," he replies. He really hadn't expected to make a fool of himself.

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh no, darling, we all get a turn," she replies with her sweetest-of-sweet smile. "But you don't have to go first, if that makes you feel better."

[somany_names]

"I do believe it does. As you see, there is no shortage of volunteers."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali surveys the crowd with a smile, glad to see so many curious and excited faces therein. And if Dream isn't there yet, well, he'll be there soon. And she knows just how to get his attention...

"So it seems. Shall we get things started, then? I should probably go first, so everyone else feels better about their own efforts." For Ali is convinced she's a terrible singer and should probably never ever sing in public ever; except that karaoke makes it okay. So she takes to the stage, and, while she's no Pat Benatar, it isn't long before the castle is rockin'.

[somany_names]

She finishes to a generous dollop of applause. Dream is leaning in one of the far doorways from the stage, watching her with a raised brow.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali takes a bow (well, as much of one as she can currently) and thanks everyone for being so kind before passing the mic off to the next performer and coming down from the stage. She makes her way toward Dream through the crowd, pausing to give greetings or words of encouragement as she deems necessary, and with a quick detour past the bar to get some juice. Singing is thirsty work.

But it isn't long before she's at his side, prepared to take any criticisms or punishment he thinks necessary. She expects it'll be worthwhile.

"So, what do you think?"

[somany_names]

"You sing well. Was that song directed at someone specific?"

[vicioussweetie]

That surprises her quite a bit.

"Thank you. And no, what would make you think that?"

[somany_names]

"Idle curiosity. Is this what you sought?"

Up on the stage, the Fahsion Thing is mangling Michael Jackson in both song and appearance.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali looks over at the stage, then turns back to Dream with a grin.

"If people have fun, yes. Yes it is."

[somany_names]

"Good. I would not have you disappointed on your visits."

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh really?"

Careful, Dream. You should know better than to leave a mischievous fairy any wiggle-room in statements.

[somany_names]

It has been said, and cannot be unsaid. As things are, he knows she'll find wiggle room in anything he says. "I endeavor to be a gracious host."

[vicioussweetie]

Oh Dream. You know, she doesn't go after everything she could, but when you make it so easy? She just can't resist!

"Well then, what will you be singing for us?"