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milliways_bar2016-08-07 06:54 pm
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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.]
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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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.