Evil Karaoke anyone?

[baptizemyself]

It's been a long time since Helena played the piano. Not since she came to Milliways, certainly. Possibly not since she moved to Gotham. Maybe not even since school.

She's not sure what draws her to sit at the piano tonight, and start gently tapping the ivories. To start with she's just improvising, faltering slightly as she gets to grips once again with the key spacing, stretching her fingers; but there is sheet music set up already on the stand and it's not long before she's following along to the notes on the page.

She's even less sure what makes her start singing, though the narration knows that it is the presence of the evil karaoke machine which tonight is situated only a few feet from the piano. Be careful if you get too close: the field of suseptability around the karaoke machine is particularly wide tonight.

[OOC: the piece Helena is playing and singing along to is called Colorblind. Originally by Counting Crows, the version linked in the text is sung by Natalie Walker.]

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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Lesgle listens attentively and is on his way over to applaud, when something comes over him as well. His soul can only be expressed through the words of Béranger. "Sois-moi fidèle, ô pauvre habit que j'aime! Ensemble nous devenons vieux..."

The Milliways translation field is having a hard time making up its mind as to whether he's singing about growing old with a coat or a dear friend.

[baptizemyself]

Helena starts at the interuption - she had been unaware there was an audience. She's somewhat surprised that the audience has started singing too - even in Milliways it's not the usual way of thing. She intends to ask him if something is the matter. Instead she sings:

"Annie are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?"

...

She clamps her hand over her mouth. She... hadn't intended to do anyore singing.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ask me how do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing--"

Bossuet coughs and looks perturbed. He doesn't even know that song. "Ah...I was going to say, I'm quite all right. But I'm not an Annie."

He must be right at the edge of the karaoke field.

[baptizemyself]

Helena takes her hand away fro her mouth slowly: any more little musical interludes try and escape, she wants to be ready!

"Yeah. Um... Sorry about that. No idea where that cam from..."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"We were just singing? Not my imagination?"

He takes a sip from the glass of wine in his hand, shaking his head. "I apologize for my failures as to key, then."

[baptizemyself]

"Unless it was a wierd group hallucinaton, I guess..."

Fucking Milliways.

"Just as long as you promise not to tell anyone I was singing, you're forgiven..."

She's not not entirely joking.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

He presses his fingertips to his lips. "Your secret is safe with me, Mademoiselle. Do you suppose it's a problem with the piano? Some problem with its metaphysical and spiritual tuning?"

[baptizemyself]

Helena shrugs.

"In this damn place, who the hell knows."

The Evil Karaoke Machine sits silently, oninously, bidding its time until it will strike again...

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I suppose one might put up a warning notice." Pause. "Or wait and see if anyone else falls victim. --I'm Lesgle, by the way. A resident."

[baptizemyself]

"Helena," she says holding out a hand.

"Seeing if anyone else falls victim would be fun if I wasn't so terrified it would happen to me again..."