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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee, wearing a tank top with the word Delicious splashed across the front in hot pink, stumbles in laughing amid the sounds of thumping dance music and the chatter of a lively crowd. He's holding a half-drunk blue margarita that he just manages to not spill.

It takes about two seconds for him to realize that this isn't one of the private, curtained booths at Wonderland. (These are strong margaritas, and he's been drinking all night.)

"I'm back already?" he says to himself in German. "No, no, that can't be right."

As far as he's concerned, he only left Milliways several hours ago. He didn't expect a door to appear so soon.


[OOC: OOM thread is ongoing, no warnings so far. Emcee speaks German, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, and Swedish.]

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[childofrebellion]

(OOC: In canon, Basic is English but unusual accent.)

Emcee's hard to miss and Cassian has no idea what he just said but its Emcee. He lifts his hand and says in Basic/English, "[Good party?]"

[i_am_your_host]

"[Darling!]" Emcee beams, switching to English. "[Yes, a wonderful party indeed, so wonderful it's in a nightclub called Wonderland. It's delightfully decadent. Though I didn't think Milliways would pull me back in so soon, it's quite unfair.]" He pouts and takes a sip of his drink.

[childofrebellion]

"Sit down, don't spill your drink. Decadent, its an atmosphere that suits you. I'm sure Milliways won't hold you for too long,]"

Not when Emcee has a party to go back to.

[i_am_your_host]

"[Wouldn't mind if you held me for too long,]" he murmurs teasingly as he swishes past Cassian and deposits himself into a chair, lounging as bonelessly as a cat.

"[Is it just me or is something off about-- well, everything? I feel as if I've either missed a lot or have arrived on the verge of something interesting.]"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian opens and closes his mouth as he doesn't know what to say to such teasing before grabbing onto an easier topic,

"[Yes, something to do with language. I can't read your shirt.]"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is more...himself, when he's spent some time in a place like Wonderland. Being among his own people is liberating.

He looks down at his shirt.

"[You can't? How odd. It says Delicious, darling,]" he says, drawing out his L's before taking another sip of his drink.

[childofrebellion]

Its good to see Emcee so relaxed but Cassian's not used to being teased for himself, its usually part of a cover, "[No, its not in a language I know. Oh, its a good word for you.]"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric finishes the flute song he's playing and smiles up at Emcee, habitually speaking his native Ancient Greek. "[Good evening, beloved. You look to be in good spirits.]"

{ooc: sorry the thread is taking so long.}

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee turns and looks at him, his head cocked as if listening for something that doesn't come.

"[Well, that's different,]" he says in English, a bit bewildered. He doesn't understand Greek, much less Ancient Greek, and it doesn't translate automatically in his head. Although, he sort of does recognize the word beloved.

[ooc: it's ok, been super slow myself :)]

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric blinks and switches to English too. His modern English is passable but a little clumsy. "[I don't understand. You sound different.]"

[i_am_your_host]

Ooh. This is going to be somewhat difficult, but interesting.

"[Our usual speech isn't magically translating. How very odd...]" he says slowly, glancing around as if something was in the air tonight. "[Is English all right for you?]"

[thewidewideworld]

He nods. English will do, even if his modern English is a little broken. "Something- sprained? The magic."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles a little wryly and nods. "Something is definitely broken. But now at least you have a reason to practice your modern English."

[starrydome]

Elrond has been spending time in the library again but has re-emerged to seek out refreshments, his robe swishing around his ankles as he walks across the floor.

He lifts a hand as he sees Emcee and calls a greeting out in Sindarin, syllables tumbling like pearls.

[i_am_your_host]

That was one of the most beautiful greetings Emcee has ever heard, but he's not quite sure why it didn't just sound like hello.

Perhaps this margarity is too strong. (No such thing.)

"Hallo, Master Elrond, how are you this evening?" he asks in cheerful German.

[starrydome]

Elrond stops and looks at him, a little puzzled.

Then he says, [I don't understand].
In the tongue of the Men of the West this time.

Though he is fairly certain it won't help.
It might have an Old English feel to it. But it isn't.

[i_am_your_host]

It sounds vaguely medieval, in a fairy tale kind of way.

Emcee also says, "[I don't understand]" but in English, as he shakes his head, pointing to it, then gestures at his mouth as he speaks in some kind of improvised sign language. The look of confusion on his face might help, too.

[starrydome]

Elrond looks thoughtful.
Then he slowly looks around the room, a finger to his ear.

So many languages.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pauses to listen more carefully to the room, his head tipped to the side. He hears so many more languages that, for some reason, aren't magically translating.

And then he frowns down at his margarita. No, he can't be that drunk.

Because obviously Elrond is hearing it as well.

[guppy_sandhu]

He might be surprised to hear, in German, his smallest fan bounce up to him and sing:

["My grandma's going biking with the chickens!"]

Guppy, who doesn't speak German, looks down at his youngest in some surprise.

"Huh, that sounded like German."


[ooc: Guppy speaks English, French and Punjabi. Gil speaks English, Punjabi and German, but only a few words of each]

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is very surprised to hear this!

"Oh!" he chirps, somewhat bewildered but amused. "[Is she? That sounds delightful!]" he says in German, before looking up at Guppy.

"That's because it was," he responds in his usual accented English. "Well, the words were indeed German, though I'm not quite sure they're meant to be used in that order."

[guppy_sandhu]

"I think it's a song." Guppy says. "From his dance class. I'm not sure what he said."

[i_am_your_host]

"He said his grandmother is going biking with the chickens," he chuckles. "I've not heard anything like that before, but who am I to question the meaning of a child's dance class song?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy laughs.

"I wish he said such full sentences in English. I shall have to teach him with songs."

[i_am_your_host]

"That is a very good idea," he agrees. "You can make up songs about, oh, say, making breakfast, or bath time, or his siblings."

He leans down toward Gil and asks him, "Can you sing more of that song for me?"