Karaoke Lounge (2-3)

[oversight]

Who: Class 2-3 & YOU!
Where: The Karaoke Room
When: July 15th - July 16th, 2014
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Class 2-3 has decided to create an awesome karaoke lounge for their class project!
The Story:


Karaoke Sample Song List

Presented by 2-3, this chic and semi-intimate karaoke lounge is heralded as the perfect get-away for those students and visitors looking to burn a little energy dancing and singing. Despite how it might first appear, the room boasts a deceptively large space, plenty of seating, and basic refreshments.

Nearest the stage is a sign-up list for those looking to sing. The music database is massive, so pretty much any song is offered (however, there are signs warning against selections that may not be appropriate for all audiences, even if no one will be closely monitoring).

[[ OOC: Prose or action spam is totally fine. Start your own headers, link your own songs, dance around in all the threads, and have a great time!

P.S. Don't forget your content warnings where necessary!

P.P.S. Hopefully this is okay with everyone in class 2-3. Please PM me here if you need me to add/change/remove something/etc.]]

Comments

Will | ota

[glumshoe]

Who had two thumbs and didn't want to spend tonight here instead of, say, digging through the painfully arcane books he'd pulled from the library for his painfully arcane research project for a community college criminal investigation class? This guy.

But he was asked to, so that's that.

He shirked the uniform the committee suggested hosts wear the least beat-up white button down and blue-at-the-knees dress pants in his closet. The lectern out in front of the classroom lounge door was replete with flyers and the schedule of bookings so far, Will enthusiastically mumbling advertisements while passing said flyers out and really wishing he was the type to forget about duty completely and bail.

The flyers made a fair pillow when he let his forehead come to rest on them, sighing deeply.

[widows_kiss]

Which is where Natasha finds him when she finally does manage to slip out of the classroom lounge for a breath of fresh air and at least a little distance from the artistic expression of their classmates.

Of course, she moves fairly silently even when there isn't a rock song muffling her movements, so she probably should have given warning before she thuds her forehead against his shoulder in commiseration.

"Dear god, someone put me out of my misery."

[glumshoe]

"Artistic expression" is an even-handed way to put it. Will would say that their fellow students have forgone karaoke for glass breaking. It's that growing louder that's the only indication that he's about to be physically assaulted, jolting the moment something hits his shoulder and he smashes his glasses into the bridge of his nose before looking over.

"Hi 'Tasha," Will breathes into the flyers, shoving his heart back down his throat. "And I believe there's a line. It's been forming since the festival activity was announced."

[widows_kiss]

"Is that a line for the end of my misery or a line for the karaoke, because one seems way longer than the other one right now," she comments with a grimace as she straightens long enough to prop her arms atop the lectern across from him, propping her chin on the back of her hands. She ignored the fact that she might have almost given him a heart attack in favor of rolling her eyes."And here I was hoping we'd be the least popular stand in school, not the most. Who thought this was a good idea again?"

[glumshoe]

"Annabeth Chase?" he says, bracing himself on his end, then, "The class council. Annabeth is carrying out their vile will like so many flying monkeys. But prettier." He's not one to avoid placing blame where it's due, but he does have a grasp of hierarchy and the myriad ways Annabeth could make his life hell if he tried skipping, friend or not. That's student government for you.

[widows_kiss]

"I think it's more likely we're her flying monkeys, don't you?" Natasha countered, giving the matter serious contemplation for a moment. "Except without the wings. Which is a shame. Escaping out the windows of the second floor wouldn't be such a hardship then..."

Because yes, she may have given that idea considerable contemplation as well.

[glumshoe]

"I think there are awnings outside," Will offered as though it's a reasonable alternative to flying right out the window and away from the waking nightmare that had been their class festival feature. "If I put on Yakety Sax I think you'd have a chance."

[widows_kiss]

She groans because that is possibly worse than the Spice Girls. "I'm not sure they're that durable and I think the school would frown on us tossing someone out the window to test that theory."

[glumshoe]

"But think of the benefits if it works," he cajoles, and what's to say that a song that isn't bad enough wouldn't make their chances better is what he's wondering, because it's logical to want to bypass the laws of physics out of sheer desperation.

Or they could throw the karaoke machine to test it. The school would certainly get in less legal trouble.

"All right, new plan: we go in ourselves and pick the longest songs on the list and if by the end of them, as I predict, everyone will have cleared out from exhaustion, we'll be free and clear. What do you think?"

[widows_kiss]

"Or they could love that idea and then the torture sessions are just twice as long," she counters logically, arching an eyebrow at that. "A first year picked Johnny Cash, Will. Why was that even an option?"

[glumshoe]

"Or we'll have driven in the last nail on how terrible an idea this was. Granted, we may die in the process, but you should always be willing to do so for a noble cause." And Will's expression shifts to something vaguely conveying don't you say a word against Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash is a saint even if a first year probably blew out his vocals chords trying to go low enough.

[spiderette]

She gives him such an unimpressed look in return because really, Will, really?

"Let's just drive the nails through the karaoke machine instead and be done with it. This isn't a noble cause. It's a plague of spreading insanity. It's a pandemic. Maybe we should quarantine the room."

[avoirfaim]

[ Hannibal has been told, once or twice, that he has a lovely voice. As a budding musician his pitch and sense of tune are perfect, but he's never in his life been interested in any of the music available in that sort of activity. He looks down his nose at it, most of the time.

Now is no exception. He only goes over there to check up on Will. Seeing his flop of a head against the flyers he almost smiles--almost. He drops a zip-lock bag next to Will's head as an offering. ]

Candied ginger peach slices, I made them myself. You look like you need some sugar.

[glumshoe]

[ Will is no stranger to a Saturday morning making pancakes and bacon for him and Dad and the dogs that wander into the kitchen seeking cast offs and scraps. That doesn't mean that he wants to take it to a local stage. He mourns that not many of his classmates are equally sensible.

That isn't the most innervating factor, outside of the unseasonable heat plus suit slacks and he just. wants. out. Lethargy becomes him, until there is movement near enough to remind him of his post, but the sound of something hitting the lectern makes him look at the bag first, then Hannibal, a relieved smile growing. ]

I could use a fire escape, but sugar is the next best thing. Thank you.

[ Would it be rude to dig in right away? Hannibal fusses over decorum sometimes in a manner that is reminiscent of nobility and etiquette schools. Sadly Will is not the same and immediately fishes one sliver out, all but slurping it down with a mildly obscene sound of appreciation, fingertips licked clean after. ]

Somebody was supposed to take over half an hour ago, but I think they've done the smart thing and ditched.

[avoirfaim]

[ It's not rude to dig in when a snack is presented to you willingly, made specifically for you. It is somewhat rude to slurp it down so obscenely, but for some reason beyond Hannibal's great comprehension, he doesn't mind it so much. Will, it seems, can get away with more things than most. He doesn't so much as glance at Will's fingers as he licks them, more focused on his eyes, and the pleasure in them. ]

That's terribly rude of them, do you know who it was?

[glumshoe]

Um. [ That's quite a question. A question that Will has to really rack his brain for because he'd only garnered a passing glance at the rotation list that Annabeth drew up, so Will buys time sucking down more peach slices, attempting to be mindful of the nonexistent manners his absent mother taught him. ] Mm. Natasha Romanoff hasn't shown yet. Not that I would confront her over it because I'm pretty sure she's a black belt several times over.

But I'm not that clear on it. [ Please don't go chew anyone out on his behalf. ] I just want someone to come so I can go home and watch movies.