Music Night!

[ginsengdragon]

"It's a Long long Way to Ba Sing Se!
Where the girls in the city,
They look so pretttaaay!
And they kiss so sweet
that you've really got to meeet
The Girls from Ba sing Se!Yep. From those old uncle dulcet tones coming from 202, you can tell it's Music Night again

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[princeinexile]

Illyria isn't weird. Much.

Zuko is here, however, at Music Night -- and please tag him -- but the player is going out to a PARTY that got moved up to tonight. So you have a leader man who wants to talk to everybody, and will pick up all your tags when he is back. <33

"Can't you sing something that isn't a port song, uncle?"

He's just sayin', Iroh, just sayin'.

"Or a love song?"

Or something?!

[ginsengdragon]

"What is wrong with port songs?" Iroh asked. "Ooh, I know one."

Small are those starlets,
Three or five of them in the east,
Swiftly by night we go;
In the early dawn we are at peace.
Our lot is not like theirs.

Small are those starlets,
The Cup and the tortoise and the bird.
Swiftly by night we go,
Light footsteps cannot be heard.
Our lot is not like theirs.

[oldtownblades]

Miho stands against a wall, slightly behind the happy couple.

Her face and demeanour is as unreadable as ever, but she's turned out perfectly, having found a long elegant dress of about her size, as well as useable make up.

Of course, the Katanas are still there on her hips.

[buddyofchrist]

"Do an excellent dirge!" Biff calls from the back.

[timsbooks]

Tim, when there is a quiet moment, sings the only song that comes to mind. One John taught him.

Yeh, one of those songs.

"Gather 'round, all you whorey,
Gather 'round, and hear my story.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue;
When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.

So pull up a chair and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I'll tell
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell."

He actually has a rather good voice. Used to be in the curch choir, and all.

[buddyofchrist]

Raucous applause from the back of the room.

[timsbooks]

The appluase makes him bolder, and he gets up on a chair, balancing as he sings, jumping around, and generally, capering and making a fool of himself.

"When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go forth in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick,
And Mexican Pete the gun.

When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Are sore, depressed and sad,
It's always a cunt that bears the brunt,
But the shooting's not so bad.

Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Lived down by Dead Man's Creek,
And such was their luck that they'd had no fuck
For nigh on half a week.

Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
This fucking was mighty slow."

[princeinexile]

Zuko is akin to aghast.

"Uncle, have you been teaching him the crew's songs?!"

[big_violin]

He's not playing, but he's here; he's somewhat tucked in a corner and wearing... well, normal clothes that he'd found in one of the rooms. He's attempting to blend in. Obo had said he'd watch the violin while he went so that is not there either, but the red eyes and the blond hair and the face are all the same, so how successful his "disguise" is could be argued.

But he'd wanted to listen to the music, any music. His own had turned melancholy and he wanted to hear something different.

[buddyofchrist]

Biff takes the stage as soon as he can, a 2-liter soda bottle filled with wine in one hand.

"Courtesy of your local Son of God," he declares, putting it on a stool where anyone can reach it. He stands back, and clears his throat.

"And now, for your listening pleasure, an Excellent Dirge for the Suckland!"

Oooh, la la la, we are all very sorry that all your people killed themselves, la la la. Next time God decides to create a master racae, maybe He'll try somethign less warlike, like meerkats, fa la do da. Or possibly jellyfish. Fol de rol de la de da.

Fortunately, it sounds better in Aramaic. Someone may even tear up.

And Josh tearing up from laughter doesn't count.