Karaoke Party Go!

[singmeyoursoul]

Characters: ALL OF THEM!
Where: Sergei's Bar and Grille
When: Now.
Rating: PG-13---you never know who will show up...

[A high tenor voice rings out over the communicators, slightly amplified by a microphone (as if it's needed)...]

It's a worldwide symphony!

[Lorne talks over the accompaniment of the chorus to 'I Write The Songs' by Barry Manilow.]

Okay,

Comments

[lfetimewarranty]

[There's no way Rfena's missing out on this. Its an opportunity to meet people, see faces without actually having to post over the communicators.

She's not going in for the karaoke, but she is looking for someone to talk to, glancing around the room as she walks.]

[internalcage]

[Not too long after his arrival, Reiner spotted Rfena who looked to be looking for someone. Might as well go over and introduce himself.]

Hi.

[lfetimewarranty]

[She stops when she hears Reiner, looking over and smiling.]

Hello!

[She looks around.]

Seems like we're the first ones here.

[internalcage]

Yeah. First ones to arrive and probably the first to leave?

[He gave a chuckle.]

Ah, I'm Reiner Vaughn Keifer, by the way.

[internalcage]

[The cursed man made his way to the party spot with his bandaged hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. This looked like it would be fun.

He had heard of parties like this along with stories about embarassment or horrible singing; but never had the chance to try one out. He knew he was no professional singer, just an avid bookworm who happened to enjoy opera and choir music.]

[singmeyoursoul]

[Having finished his song (and a few ballads), Lorne had retreated to the bar for a nice cold sea breeze. He's scoping out the boat's occupants, noting how much this bar is starting to look like Caritas. Makes him home sick.

But only for a minute. This guy, walking past, has got the right aura, the type that may only need a push to be urged to sing.

Lorne picks up his back-up untouched sea breeze and heads towards the guy.]

Hey, doll! How're you liking the atmosphere? Care for a drink?

[He offers the tumbler.]

[internalcage]

[Well that wasn't a usual thing to be addressed by. Reiner blinked in surprise as Lorne came over.]

Uh...

[He realized he was staring and scratched the back of his head. There was a small murmur of an apology before replying.]

Yeah, sure. That would be nice.

[singmeyoursoul]

[Lorne smiles kindly and holds the sea breeze towards the man.]

It's kinda got a fruity taste, I don't know if you'll like it or not, considering I don't know you, but it's what was on hand, right?

I'm Lorne. The host. What's your name, pal?

[phasebitchin]

[Took her sweet time getting there. It's never cool to be the first arrival.

Doesn't give a damn about the karaoke, but Lilith won't say no to observing as people make bloody fools of themselves. Also, she is developing a tendency to drink every other day, and the party is basically an excuse to cuddle vodka.

Claims a perch a perch at the bar, not too far from where people should be. Wanting her poison.]

[defiant_rage]

[Ripa doesn't even know why he's showed up to this stupid human gathering. He doesn't sing, he doesn't particularly enjoy socializing, and he hates the taste of their alcohol.

Still, he doesn't recall ever seeing Lilith's face before. He has nothing else to do. Ah hell. The silver-plated alien saunters up to the bar. At first he says nothing and seems entirely disinterested. Then he swivels his head to face her.]

I have not seen your face before. Tell me, when did you arrive?

[phasebitchin]

[If he were more human-shaped and everything was right and logical on this boat, Lilith would think that he's trying to pick her up. She isn't certain this might not be the case and suppresses the gag reflex.]

Coupl'a weeks ago. You?

[She slants a leer at him. Testing, testing--]

[defiant_rage]

[Ripa is entirely unaffected by the leer.]

Months. It is amazing I am still sane.

[cynicinasuit]

[Nick ambles in at some point, raising an eyebrow at the karaoke. He's not Ellis or Coach, there's no way he's going over there and making a fool of himself. Instead he settles for just walking around and taking in the sights... eventually planning to end up at the bar. Waiting to see if there are any interesting faces.]

[lfetimewarranty]

[Another person who seems to just want to wander around? Rfena is so on this.

She approaches the slightly grumpy-looking man with a smile.]

You look like you could use some company.

[cynicinasuit]

[The gambler cocks an eyebrow at her.]

... Apologies, sweetie, but who the hell are you? Don't think I've met you before.

[lfetimewarranty]

[That might be offputting normally and.. well, its still offputting, but she keeps the smile up.]

We haven't met before, so I'm not surprised. My name's Rfena. [She puts out her hand to shake. Shakeyshake?]

[omeganimus]

[If she's going to be caught in this stupid simulation for any longer, she might as well make an effort to... you know... meet people. Omega doesn't remember much from her life before the military, but she does know that she used to like parties. So this is a perfect opportunity for her.

If only she could socialize. She has yet to recall the social aspect of her life. Omega wanders into Sergei's, dressed casual (too casual?), and beelines for a table at the far end of the restaurant. She'll need a few drinks in her before she even looks at the karaoke area, thanks.

(Won't it suck when she realizes she can't get drunk?)]

[conquistasal]

[Sal is pumped for this party. Like, adrenaline-y pumped and really excited. Especially because of Herz's cooking. And karaoke? Baller!

First thing he does upon arriving is look for someone he knows, other than Herz, who is probably working, and Sal doesn't want to bother him.

But, oh, hey, Omega!]

Oh, hey, Omega!

[He hurries to the table she's at, grinning widely.]

Hey, you're here! That's... that's cool!

[omeganimus]

[You have no idea how weird it is to hear her name - or at least, she name she remembers. She looks up instantly and searches for the voice.

... Not that Sal is hard to find. He's 6'7" of adorable, after all. Omega smiles, somewhat awkwardly. Smiling feels weird.]

Hey, Sal! It's totally copacetic you're here, too!

[...]

... I mean... cool. That.

[conquistasal]

Copacetic, huh?

[He grins, pulling out a chair and spinning it around to straddle it backwards.]

Nah, I like copacetic. S'funner t'say.

So... y'like parties?

[Pfft, what else do you talk about at a party?]