Asimov Party
"I'm not even gonna ask about that. I've been noticing the karaoke machine too and... whoof! It is tempting to just ditch you and beeline for it, I tell you.
"So much so that I've actually done it." Colton snapped his fingers and faded away, revealing himself as an illusion while the real Colton was now in close proximity to the machine, looking over the song list.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]PEFE Raid, Past
Evidently, The Captain's kick demolishes whatever was keeping Daydre standing- she's sent flying and only briefly struggles to get up before falling unconscious. All five of the mons she currently has out turn to The Captain at once. All of them, excluding The Punisher, have a certain fire in their eyes.
Rowan: <...>
-With an undercurrent of steel uncharacteristic of his normal voice- <.. Hellebore, return yourself.>
Hellebore looks nervously at The Captain, then Rowan, then decides it's probably not worth it to continue on. She presses the release button on her Pokeball and returns.
Rowan: <.. Normally I'd advocate trying to run again but. I don't really want to do that today. Wait, you probably don't understand me do you?>
Rowan barks a couple quick commands at the other three. Sylvie predicts an attack, while The Punisher shoots a bunch of glowing leaves at The Captain. Mr. Bitey... hey wait where'd Mr. Bitey go? Eh, whatever, it's probably not important. Rowan uses Heat Wave again.
Asimov Christmas
Daydre is.. here I guess? She looks kind of disheveled and tired but the siren song of free food is too tantalizing to ignore.
"Hmmmmggg free food..."
Rowan: <How did you convince me to let you leave the house>
Falconan
Star is still here and doing things. Definitely.
Edited by Daydre on Dec 26th 2018 at 11:48:24 AM
off the shitsSilas followed Roxy over as she was scrolling through the selection, she was very much ready as she picked up the microphone and looked over at Silas, "Ready?"
Silas looked out over the crowd at the bar and shrugged, "Sure what are you going to sing?"
"Oh I'm not going to sing! You are!"
Silas turned white, "what..."
"Oh come on! You're actually good at this song! Give it a shot, plus it's karaoke! Even if you're bad we can just say you're karaoke good on a off day!"
Silas grumbled, "I'll cut you a deal, you owe me major for this later."
Roxy's grin grew larger, "Sure thing. Have fun."
Silas stepped on stage and looked out over the crowd, then turned to the lyrics as the music picked up.
"Wait!
Quiet down the situation
Drop the pole and break formation
No quarrel in the house today"
He could feel the attention focus on him, yet something had taken hold over him.
"Suddenly I grew so tired of this
Any moment now the fuse may start to hiss
If I don't blow it all out on my own
Oh no, oh no"
Silas started to get into the lyrics...
"Boy, oh boy
There ain't no point here
And I'm deaf
And I'm mute"
His tone picked up.
"Throw my head of stone so far
It seems impossible
Yet it ain't so hard!
Cause you got me playing along
You got me playing war"
He really got into it, he even felt himself... smiling...
"And never mind confusion
Ready, set, jump to conclusion
Let me tell you what I came here to say"
His voice became clear and the song just rolled off his tongue naturally.
"Suddenly everything I'm expected of
Incoming through a slingshot from above
Can't seem to figure it out on my own
No way, no way"
He could even see the motion in his mind, flying around asteroid debris and orbiting a planet, this song always made that mental image.
"Man, oh man
No trace of sense here
Wait!
I got it!"
Something clicked inside him.
"Why don't you throw my head of stone so far
It seems impossible
Yet it ain't so hard
'Cause you got me playing along!''
You got me playing!"
He had a answer to a question he had been pondering about for awhile.
"And it feels like a dynamite dance
It ain't my place to say who you are
But you got me playing along
You got me playing all along
Suddenly I grew so tired of you
Down here it can be beautiful, beautiful
Blah blah blah
Going God knows what for
But I am not playing no more
Throw my head of stone so far
It seems impossible
Yet it ain't so hard
'Cause you got me playing along
You got me playing all along
But can't you see that I am on your side
You got me playing war!"
He finished and stuck the mic back in place and walked down, seeing Colton and Lissa there with Roxy, "Uh... how much did you hear?"
Roxy grinned, "I heard enough and like I said, you're genuinely good!"
Edited by EchoingSilence on Dec 26th 2018 at 10:48:09 AM
Asimov Party
Lissa: What th- hey!
-She runs over to Colton and punches him in the arm.-
Lissa: Don't think you can ditch me that easily, jerk. Just for that I'm gonna stick to you so tightly you'll think I had Shadow Tag.
-Upon hearing Silas, she glances over at him and by extension Roxy.-
Lissa: Uh, we heard all of it? The mic's hooked up to the speakers, dude, there's no way you're gonna pull off stealth karaoke here.
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.Eterna, Past
-Ever gets a weird chill. As though things are coming into motion-
PEFE HQ Lower Levels, past
-PEFE!Every just glares at Harlock, still largely immobile-
-Nadia looks torn between sticking with PEFE!Every and investigating the noise-
PEFE HQ near Lex, past
-Brie mumbles a lot of words that would most likely get her mouth washed out with soap by Skyfire-
Brie: ...That's Daydre, right? We need to go help her...
~Don't. We've been beaten. There's no need to get hurt worse.~
Brie: We can't...just let those mons all die. Halcyon...
Whirlygig: <You're not serious.>
Brie: Keep them safe. Whirlygig...stop that dick.
Whirlygig: <Ugh, you are.>
-she moves to intercept Farna-
<Hey. Stop ignoring us.>
-she catapults forward, spinning in midair and lashing her tail down onto Farna-
-meanwhile, Halcyon raises a shimmering wall of light around Daydre's team-
Asimov Party
"Yeah, pride yourself," Colton allowed, getting up on stage while his music started up.
"Yo!" He complained as Lissa punched him. "I just thought I was being funny, I'm sorry," he apologized.
As the song picked up, he slackened his posture and his voiced picked up a bit of slur to it when he started singing.
In the time of Samurotts, I was a Snivy~
Cola in my veins, and all of my work deriving
From what's been done before; savor the run command;
Going back home as the resident everyman.
Throw the Great Ball, and take a sit down, bro;
What I do for fun is much more than just for show,
Savor each moment just like it's the last;
But do everything right and pray to gods you don't get the shaft
Try to hide from your own little demons
And the J-Team stalkers and your family pics.
Don't you claim that we're one and the same,
I got a friendly team of fifteen and a complex to my name.
So write your raps with a pen on the street,
Showing off the lyrics to every hobo that you meet~
"Yo! ... Cut it."
Shiiii - pa - i - sha da~
I'm a loser, baby~
So why don't you kill me? (Robotic arm bitch slap)
Shiiii - pa - i - sha da~
I'm a loser, baby~
So why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil on a wacked-out island
Clean all the ink off with a phony ass kisser
'Cause one of them's two faced and another's out for blood
One's never said goodbye to everyone she loved
With a stasis pod, and the foreign language,
Hide my regrets behind my rage.
He killed himself twice over for us,
And now his home simmers in the dust.
You can't write, since you can't relate,
To the backstory or even to my pounding migraine
And the timer is almost up, how do I recover?
I don't, that's the problem~
Shiiii - pa - i - sha da~
I'm a loser, baby~
So why don't you kill me? (Get crazy with illusions!)
Shiiii - pa - i - sha da~
I'm a loser, baby~
So why don't you kill me? (I'm not over here)
An illusory double of Colton was at the other side of the bar, promptly vanishing after saying the line. The rest of the song carried on as normal, lyrics unchanged.
By the time he finished, he was at such a metaphoric high that he started looking through the listings again.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Dec 26th 2018 at 10:04:39 AM
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]Aismov Island
-Shaun gives Silas a thumbs-up as Jessica applies an ice pack to the hand-shaped bruise on his face.-
Jessica: "Are you sure you don't want a Heal Pulse?"
Shaun: "Nah. It's actually pretty hot."
-Jessica smirks.-
Jessica: "Should I slap you again, then?"
Shaun: "Don't."
Gabrielle: "Well, that's fun. If I recall, Lucius did something similar. But you're much cuter."
Falconan
Lyra: "Where's my baby?"
"Ooh, there."
-She teleports into Artemis, hands caressing the controls.-
Lyra: "I missed you."
-Shaun prepares to take a fighter while Ace and Tsunami take command of another.-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"Scarlette: Pff, that scraggly dork. He was my roommate while we were there, if you'd believe it. Day one, I thought he was kinda pathetic. Now? We both know he's pathetic, and I couldn't ask for a better friend.
-She smirks-
Scarlette: But I'm not gonna argue about being cuter, especially coming from you.
Asimov Party
-Pent glances up a little from the Smash-based insular entertainment due to the sound of just a whole lot of musical numbers popping off one after the other-
Oh hey they have karaoke...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Asimov Christmas
"Arceus above they have a karaoke machine"
Rowan: <.. Do not.>
"I'm on just enough pain medication for this to seem like a good idea"
Rowan: <Do pain meds even do that?? Also, remind me again. Which part of you got broken just a week and a half ago? Oh yeah, your ribcage. What does singing involve? Your lungs, which are protected by your ribcage.>
"You can't stop me I'm already halfway there"
Rowan: <NO>
Edited by Daydre on Dec 26th 2018 at 12:19:22 PM
off the shitsAismov Island
-Gabrielle offers a grin.-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"-Scarlette matches Gabrielle's grin, finishing another drink.-
-Hey, hold on, when did that become her third drink? I thought she was still on her second.-
Scarlette: ...Hey. Anyone told you you're really pretty? Because you're really pretty. Like. Ridiculously pretty.
Aismov Island
-Gabrielle no don't accept the tequila shot-
-No bad Gabby-
Gabrielle: "You should see me with my usual hair and eyes."
"And you're really cute. Scrumptious. Ravishing. Just...hnnghh."
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"-Scarlette blinks.-
-And blinks again.-
-She processes what Gabrielle said, cheeks flushing bright red-
Scarlette: ...U-um. Wow. Uh. Those are. Certainly some words. That are describing me now. Uh wow.
-She stammers, doing her darnedest to maintain her composure.-
Scarlette: ...Uh. Give me a moment? I'm— wow I'm too drunk for this hold on wow uh
Aismov Island
Gsbrielle: "I'm Kalosian. I'm never too drunk for this."
-She smiles softly at Scarlette.-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"-You know, it's weird. My two most recklessly flirtatious characters both also have really bad anxiety. Funny how that works, huh?-
Scarlette: ...I. Um. I'm sorry, I— I can't do this drunk, I'm— gods I'm sorry fuck
-She frantically waves the waiter over for a glass of water-
Aismov Island
-Gabrielle flickers through twenty different emotions in two seconds.-
-Gabby just blankly stares at the table, oblivious to the rattling Poké Ball in her pocket.-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"-Scarlette downs about half of the glass of water, before setting it down and taking a moment to gather herself.-
Scarlette: Fuck. Okay. Wow. Sorry about that. Let's, uh, rewind an itsy bit.
-She composes herself enough to look at Gabrielle again...-
Scarlette: ...Gab? Gab, I'm sorry, I should have handled that better, are you okay?
Asimov Christmas
Daydre has somehow evaded Rowan's attempts to stop her and made her way to the karaoke machine.
This can only end well.
She picks out her song.
She prepares to sing.
...
... She gets to the first "All I want for Christmas is you" before the combination elongated "you" + slightly higher note trips her up and she starts spluttering and coughing. She hacks out an oddly colored ball of goop into her hand before Rowan decides this has gone on long enough and drags her away. The song continues, awkward and vocalless, almost mocking the lack of a singer.
off the shitsIDPD Raid, With Harlock, far past
-Hearing the noise-
What was that?
Near Lex's Module, far past
-Pica and Artemia are just... standing there. Menacingly-
Asimov Christmas, past
-Sitting by myself, looking absolutely miserable-
So we managed to win, but Diane's missing an arm, Daydre got her ribs broken, and that was just half of it.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.Silas watches as Daydre is dragged away, "We should get her a heal bell or something..."
Roxy just nods, "Still, maybe you should go up again, I know which songs you are good at."
Silas just makes a bit of a face at Roxy, "No, we agreed upon one... that was it. I was kind of hoping the rest of the party would drown it out."
As for Tagg, up walks Ezekiel who looks over him, "Hello there Dr. Tagg, rough night?" Zeke asks.
Asimov Karaoke
A Heal Bell chimes at Silas's prompting, directed at Daydre.
<Good riddance; that song's a meme,> a female voice chirped from the bag before it's zipped up again. A rapid, erratic guitar rhythm began as Colton began the awkward task of waiting for the lyrics to start up.
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
Threatens me
I am paralyzed
So afraid to die
Caught off guard
Warning signs
Never show
Tension strikes
Choking me
Worries grow
As he waited for the chorus to start up, he turned away from the mic, both for drama and to reflect on the lyrics. No time for that, though!
Why do I feel so numb?
Is it something to do with where I come from?
Should this be fight or flight?
I don't know why I'm constantly so uptight
Rapid heartbeat pounding through my chest
Agitated body in distress
I~ feel like I'm in danger
Daily life is strangled by my stress
A stifling surge shooting through all my veins
Extreme apprehension; suddenly I'm insane
Lost all hope for redemption
A grave situation desperate at best
Why do I feel so numb?
Is it something to do with where I come from?
Should this be fight or flight?
I don't know why I'm constantly reeling
Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety
Run
Try to hide
Overwhelmed by this complex delirium
Rather than standing around awkwardly for the solo, he stood there, hands crossed, head down, in deep thought. This song actually made a lot of sense to him in that nothing about it made sense. What even caused the panic the singer's describing?
The same thing that caused him to handle Gudrunn's corruption, Ilya's rejection, and Absent's existence how he did. Himself.
Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety
Run
Try to hide
Overwhelmed by this complex delirium
As the song's closing solo started up the Unovan slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked off the stage, gesturing for whoever wanted to go next to take the reins.
Falconan
Colton gawked at all the ships around them, before realizing the problem.
"Is there time for a crash course on these things?" He asked, awkwardly approaching one he was certain nobody would mind him taking.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Dec 27th 2018 at 8:00:36 AM
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]Aismov Island
Gabrielle: "I'm fine. I'm more, ah, concerned about you."
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"Albright Family Reunion, Los Phiones, Angela
Shutter and the rest of Reynard Albright's descendants and their families are in the middle of a busy street somewhere in an unfamiliar part of the City of Phiones.
Gimbal, on the phone: We could use an app or something. I mean, I know a place with WiFi.
Shutter: Are you sure you know how to read that map, Gramps?
Reynard: Don't question me, Gav. Your grandmother and I have been coming to Angela since before any of you were born!
Richard and Norbert: Fine, dad.
Reynard, staring at the map: You've been gone 27 years and they change everything.
The Albrights: Aw come on!
Edited by MasterJayAM on Dec 28th 2018 at 2:17:40 AM
Asimov Island, Bar
-Lissa looks around, notices that Cait has also fallen asleep, and lets out a hearty laugh.-
Lissa: Apparently not. And thank fuck for that, because burying bodies is by far the least enjoyable part of my job.
-She takes another swig from her lager and grins.-
Lissa: Besides, the night's still young, the drinks are flowing, and the karaoke machine's making bedroom eyes at me. There'll be plenty of chances for us to embarrass ourselves yet.
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.