Halloween musical interlude

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee makes his way to the karaoke machine where a song is waiting for him.

He stands at the microphone, in a sparkling silver jumpsuit with flared shoulders, and tall red boots. His hair is slicked back, and he bears on his face a multicolored lightning bolt.

A quiet rock intro begins to play. Emcee begins to sing.

"In the velvet darkness of the blackest night,
Burning bright, there's a guiding star
No matter what or who you are..."


Emcee grasps the microphone stand in both hands as the electric guitars and drums kick in.

"There's a light over at the Frankenstein Place
There's a light burning in the fireplace
There's a light, a light in the darkness of everybody's life.

I can see the flag fly, I can see the rain
Just the same, there has got to be
Something better here for you and me...

There's a light over at the Frankenstein Place
There's a light burning in the fireplace
There's a light, a light in the darkness of everybody's life.

The darkness must go down the river of nights dreaming
Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming
Into my life...into my life...

There's a light over at the Frankenstein Place
There's a light burning in the fireplace
There's a light, a light in the darkness of everybody's life."



[OOC: Link goes to YouTube video of Alkaline Trio's cover of "There's a Light" from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.]

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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel stands in front of the stage hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face. He is also just far enough away from the Karaoke Machine to not be dragged into the song.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sings it well, and completely at ease as if he wouldn't have minded being a rock singer in the 1970s. The sequins fit him like a second skin, the makeup is natural for him. And the words mean something to him, as they should for everyone. Everyone should have a light in their life.

As the last note fades, he smiles faintly to himself-- which turns into a saucy red-lipped smirk right back at Daniel.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did, darling?" he purrs.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel is the picture of the 1930's gentleman complete with the slicked back hair and the pencil mustache.

"It reminds me college," says Daniel,"I haven't heard it in years."

There were some nights that involved fishnets and high heels.

[i_am_your_host]

"Glad I could stir up some memories," he says as he saunters off the stage and sidles up to the gentleman.

"And you are looking quite dapper this evening-- Daniel, is it?"

They'd met quite a while ago, but Emcee never forgets a face.

[diehard_daniel]

"It was a strange show," says Daniel, "Have you seen Rocky Horror Picture Show?"


Beat.

"The Bar has a sick sense of humor," he says dryly.

[i_am_your_host]

"I have, actually. I loved it. In fact, my first Halloween here, the Bar dressed me up as Dr. Frank N. Furter and I performed Sweet Transvestite. As the kids say these days, I rocked it." He purses his lips in a dimpled smile.

"I wouldn't say she has a sick sense of humor. I actually think your pencil mustache is adorable."

[diehard_daniel]

"Really?" asks Daniel with a raised eyebrow, "You think I look adorable."

He's not sure if he should be embarrassed or flattered.

[i_am_your_host]

"Take the compliment, darling," he says, reverting back to a smirk, and giving him a neatly arched eyebrow of his own.

"How is your Halloween going so far?"

[diehard_daniel]

"Good, aside from the dolls that tried to kill me earlier," he says nonchalantly, "Your's?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Just peachy," he replies, his expression morphing into one of bewildered concern.

"Dolls that tried to kill you?"

It's clear that something happened in the bar tonight, but Emcee chalked it up to Milliways shenanigans as usual.

[diehard_daniel]

"Yes with cutlery," he says, "It was creepy."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, dear," he says, glancing around to see if any of these dolls are still lurking. "Were you injured?"

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: I'm good to fade bar fight with kiss then escaping. I do love Emcee's songs.)

Cassian's at a table where he's been investigating the gagdets that came with his suit including a nice set of lockpicks and some sort of camera. He hasn't figured out what the pen does yet. Now he's drinking a new cocktail to him called a martini, Bar said it was appropriate.

As the day has gone on, he's loosened the tie of his suit and collar, he still feels odd without a weapon. As always, Emcee's outfit is amazing and some lines of the song make him think of seeing his father last night.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee wafts over to Cassian's table, each move he makes making the sequins on his jumpsuit shimmer.

"Cassian, darling!" he beams at him. "I almost didn't recognize you. You look so...suave."

It's evident by the way Emcee looks him up and down that he appreciates this look.

[childofrebellion]

He smiles slightly awkwardly at the look and resists touching his hair, its normally only this slicked down when he's being an Imp or its raining,

"Suave, that's a new one. I think I'm meant to be a type of secret agent. You look spectacular. Are you meant to be someone or something or just one of your wonderful outfits?"

[i_am_your_host]

"A secret agent?" he chuckles. "That sounds dashingly exciting. And thank you! I don't own anything nearly as sparkly as this. The Bar decided I should be some incarnation of David Bowie, a popular singer from several decades after my time."

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, I think they're definitely that, but I'm not. His style seems to suit you," Emcee look so at ease in his outfit.

[i_am_your_host]

"I think this is all very well and good for the stage, but I prefer something a little more stripped down for casual wear. But you? You definitely clean up nice."

[childofrebellion]

"I dont't very often. I mean not like this,"

He's worn Imperial uniforms but that's different. Now he does run his hand along his neck, mussing up part of his hair.

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, everyone needs a change every so now and then. Your suit is how men usually dress in my time, but it's an enduring style."

[childofrebellion]

"Its simple, which is nice. I could see various ways to transform it into what you need. Though I couldn't hide a lot in these pockets, too slim cut."

[electro_kinetic]

"Ziggy Stardust, I like it," says a hooded figure sitting in a backwards chair, corset laced just tight enough to give the wearer actual breasts (this is a plus in Noriko's mind) but leaving a strip of skin visible through the front laces. She's not entirely renaissance, though, being that the bottom half of her is clad in skintight black jeans and stiletto boots.

"I still think you could be a pretty good Rocky."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee drifts over in a haze of shimmering sequined spandex.

"It was inevitable," he says with a red-lipped grin and an elegant ta da!-like gesture of his hands.

"Though I think you mean Dr. Frank N. Furter? Last time I checked, I'm not a hunky blond muscle boy."

[electro_kinetic]

"No, I meant Rocky. Pretty sure you could pull off gold speedos and nothing else," she laughs. "But hey, corset and heels, that's always a winner."

She may be facetious there, but she's wearing the same pair of things, so.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, tiny gold shorts, of course, but I would rather be pulling them off that actor in the film," he says, just as facetiously.

"As for corsets, you do look lovely in that one. Is it of your own choosing or did the Bar put you in it?"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko laughs, and looks down at herself, pulling off the hood and revealing shorter hair, cut chin-length in a sidecut bob. Still blue, but the buzzed hair on the shorn side is deep purple with a crysanthemum shaved in around her ear.

"It's actually mine, but Remy bought it. I was at a Halloween party with him before I came in."

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, then he has good taste, but then again, of course he does, since he's with you. And my goodness, every time I see you, you've done something new and fabulous with your hair. I adore this cut on you!"

[electro_kinetic]

"This was me chickening out of a pixie cut at the last minute," she laughs. "I wanted it shorter, and this was the compromise he found. I dyed his hair opalescent in return." It was completely agreed upon, too: Remy likes it, and it looks good on him.

"I got all the way to chin-length and I freaked out a little. So he offered to hunt for a costume with a hood if I felt nervous." She likes that he's willing to try. "There was a mask to go with this thing, but I ditched it earlier."