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[brobrobrobrobro]

In the corner, someone (or someones) has erected a temporary stage. Why is there a stage?

For the performers.

There are often live performances at Milliways, but how often do they involve at least a dozen Eastern European Elvis's in rhinestone-studded jumpsuits?

(Only as often as the Jumpsuit Draculas accidentally stumble into Milliways and don't get locked up in the security office.)

(JK, they still sing when they're in lock up.)

Tonight, though, a rare treat. All of them! Performing at once! Singing different songs!

ONE.

NIGHT.

ONLY.

(It sounds *@&#$ awful.)


[ooc: Please enjoy tonight's entertainment, both the music and the inevitable descent into beating people with mic stands. Reactions only. Probably. Unless you really piss off the King.]

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[feminine_menace]

There is a big lizard-dog-thing yowling along with the music. Or possibly in protest.

"Fuck! Fido, stop it right now!" says his owner, a girl in light orange-and-blue armor. "You're making it worse!"

Fido stops yowling. For two seconds. Then he starts up again.

YT, swearing profusely, ushers him outside. This will save the ears of the other bar patrons from Fido's performance but not, alas, from the musical stylings of the Jumpsuit Draculas.

[not_his_pa]

Will's been in a lot of bars with awful performances and good ones on the rodeo circuit, this is impressive.

When they keep singing, he tries to convince Bar to give him some rotten fruit or something to toss at them. She doesn't but he has a wrapper for a corn dog he had at the fair earlier and tosses it at them.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Oh merciful God, what is that racket.

Ordinarily Enjolras would exercise his considerable powers of ignoring petty irritations, and just tune them out. But they're really, really hard to tune out. And he's used to most singers and instruments being off pitch, even if it's only by a fraction -- but this is a step beyond merely singing a little off true.

Enjolras halts for a fraction of a second, glancing their way. The eagle on his shoulder doesn't hesitate that long: she launches herself into the air with a great beating of heavy wings, and flaps towards the lake door. With a look of ill-concealed relief, her human follows.

Maybe he'll just think while walking outside for a while. Until they're really, definitely done.

[clayforthedevil]

What a racket! What a cacophony! What an absolute violation of every rule of good taste!

Bahorel approves entirely!

He and the large elenchus parrot on his shoulder shout encouragement and musical suggestions for the performers, clapping and cheering when each song ends--nowhere near in unison. If the show goes on long enough, they may go to acquire instruments; for a song or two, though, they're just the cheering section.

[i_am_your_host]

Elvis Presley has only just debuted in Emcee's world, but this...this.

Emcee thinks that this is one of the most absurdly entertaining pieces of performance art he's ever seen. He just watches, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as if unsure of what he's witnessing. Really, what the fuck.

Luckily his cat is upstairs in his room, or else there would have been shenanigans.