Festival Log | OPEN

[abominable]

Characters: Anyone and everyone, OPEN
Location: The streets near the starter apartments
Planet: Coruscant
When: Wednesday evening
What: The mysterious community hippies of Coruscant throw a festival. Hilarity ensues.
Rating: pg-13 (??)

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Stage

[abominable]

[During some parts of the evening people will be performing, near the end there will be free for all karaoke. Also possibly a mosh pit. Have at.]

[illjustdieagain]

[ God have mercy on everyone at the festival. Nathan is singing karaoke. But, to make matters worse, they don't exactly have U2 in the Coruscanti song book, so it's not really karaoke as much as him ... barging onto the stage and making dying whale noises that are supposed to sound vaguely like Bono.

Before anyone gets too horrified, yes he is being this horrendous on purpose.]

[slayerdom]

[ God, he's awful. Like it's almost impressive how awful he is. Buffy is going to get up on the stage and delicately yank the microphone out of his hands now. To the audience, those brave souls who stuck around, she gives a quick apology and dismisses it as Nathan being drunk as shit. Paraphrased. And then she puts the microphone back on the stand and begins to urge him off the stage. ]

Come on, time to let go. You are gonna be way embarrassed when this winds up on whatever holo version of YouTube they've got on this planet.

[illjustdieagain]

[He doesn't struggle nearly as much as someone who actually gave a shit would.] Be embarrassed or be famous? You've gotta go all in around here to be noticed, baby!

[slayerdom]

And your version of all in is doing your best impersonation of a banshee-whale hybrid?

[illjustdieagain]

They won't be forgetting that one any time soon.

[slayerdom]

And you won't be getting any calls from record companies, either. Congratulations, your jizz career is over before it began.

[illjustdieagain]

They'll recognize my genius once I'm dead.

[slayerdom]

Oh, I'm sure it's your genius they'll be celebrating when that happens. [ By which she means ... they'll be partying over his death, not his music. But whatever. That too. ]

[illjustdieagain]

I'll have to go underground though, on account of the whole immortal thing. Hey, maybe then I can show up in random places and make people think I'm haunting them!

[slayerdom]

So, basically you're saying that your goal in life is to be a talentless version of Elvis.

[illjustdieagain]

It worked out all right for him, didn't it?

[slayerdom]

... He's dead.

[illjustdieagain]

Or so he wants you to believe! [Dramatic finger pointing as displayed in icon included.]

[slayerdom]

[ dead eyes of disbelief. ]

[illjustdieagain]

Well, it's not impossible.