KARAOKE PARTY!

[teenidollinda.livejournal.com]

Who: Linda, Kite, everyone else in the mansion who wants to come.
Where The Dining Room
When: Saturday Night, January 12th
Rating: PG. At most, PG 13.
Summary: Linda has been talking about a Karaoke Party with Kite for weeks now, and finally it’s a reality.
the Story:


The sky was darkening, and soon it would be night. It was almost time. Time for the party.

Linda had to thank the mansion. Over the past weeks, it had been giving her CD after CD and eventually a karaoke machine itself. By now, the musical collection for tonight was well into the thousands, containing any song that anyone ever might even think to sing. She was excited. No one would be left out because they lacked a song. In fact, no one would be left out. Or else.

Spinning about the dining room, a trail of confetti flying about behind her, Linda danced to the music in her head while finishing her decorations. Bowls of food and snacks lined the tables along the sides of room while a massive stage took up the back wall. All of which were now covered in a coat of confetti. The room seemed to sparkle, almost as if it wished to join in the party as well.

“Kite!” Linda called, “Kite! It’s like, almost totally time! We’ve got to like, totally greet everyone and stuff!”

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[master-of-dudes.livejournal.com]

Managing to tear his eyes away from the awful wreckage that was formerly William VIII, Beast Boy noticed just how distraught poor Kite looked. It's not like he had meant to break his boom box.

He sighed, then patted Kite gently on the shoulder. "It's fine, dude. He was pretty close to dying anyways after I kicked his speaker in that one time..."

Beast Boy smiled a little to reassure the AI that he wasn't upset with him. "That was... impressive. Man, I haven't seen something explode like that since... well, I got here."

[azureflamegod.livejournal.com]

"But... I killed it," he said, continuing to stare at the little heap of plastic and metal chunks. "Killed it with my voice." In all of his memory files and knowledge, never had he even considered it possible to completely destroy a boom box with sound alone.

The smile was a little reassuring, but still. "...Nn, told you I was a bad singer." Neither of them could really deny it now. But at least Beast Boy wasn't going to get mad at him. The AI sighed.

"Certainly interesting..."

[master-of-dudes.livejournal.com]

Beast Boy's smile slipped a little. He rubbed his hand behind his head awkwardly. "I'm sorry, dude. I shouldn't have made you sing if you didn't want to..."

Man, now he just felt guilty. He just wanted Kite to have some fun, but pressuring the poor guy into doing something wasn't going to help things.

"Well, aren't I a..." He paused, then morphed into a donkey and brayed sadly. The little green equine's head drooped and his long ears fell back in shame.

He thought the point got across pretty clearly.

[azureflamegod.livejournal.com]

Kite shrugged. "Nn, could have been worse," he said. "No one died... ah, well, no one sentient." Honestly, he should have expect something like this to happen. Crazy things always seemed to happen whenever Beast Boy was around. "Will keep working on 'singing', maybe..."

Unfortunately, the pun completely flew over Kite's head. "A... donkey?" Well, um, that was true. The AI cocked his head slightly, confused.

[master-of-dudes.livejournal.com]

Beast Boy morphed back, chuckling a little at Kite's naivete. "Erm, close enough. Going for jackass, there..."

Smiling at Kite, he added, "Ah, well, if you wanna keep working on singing, that's great! Just... it's probably not to best to do it around anything electronic."

No way in hell is Kite going anywhere near his game consoles. His Charemeleon is almost a Charizard. Just to be safe, he might start stashing his DS under his pillow from now on.

[azureflamegod.livejournal.com]

"...Ohhh!" Kite exclaimed. "I see! ...Ah, but you're not, really." He paused, then sheepishly added, "And... will pick something different next time." Filing personal note, 'avoid songs with high octaves when singing, high notes = bad, possibility of electronic malfunction'.

Wait, wasn't he technically electronic? Perhaps he should run a few scans later, just in case. He never thought singing could cause explosions like that.

[master-of-dudes.livejournal.com]

The shape shifter glanced back at his shattered boom box and sighed. Turning back, he grabbed Kite's wrist and pulled him towards the stage with a smile.

"C'mon. The night isn't over yet! We can still watch the others sing; and hey, my voice doesn't kill things. I might still sing again!"