Halloween musical interlude

[i_am_your_host]

When Emcee comes downstairs and goes to the Bar to order a drink, as one often does, he not only receives his requested glass of red wine, but also a Halloween costume, as one also does this time of year. And not a costume neatly folded to be donned at one's leisure, but poof, put directly and instantly on him.

This time, the Bar has outfitted Emcee all in black. "Oooh," he purrs, running his fingers along the buttons of a long, slim-fitting, swishy coat, and he twirls a bit, making the tails flare out.

The collar is a little tight, so he moves a hand to adjust it--

Oh.

Really. Really?

"Mmm, how absolutely terrifying, darling," he murmurs at the Bar, who provides him with a small mirror.

Yes, that's a priest's collar around his neck. Hilarious.

And then, the Evil Karaoke Machine flickers on. A beat starts to play; synthesizers...synthesize.

Emcee slinks and sashays over to the microphone, coattails swishing about his knees, his shoulders squared. He licks his lips, bats his kohl-dusted eyelashes, and begins to sing in a breathy, smoky voice:

"That's all I wanted
Something special, something sacred
In your eyes
For just one moment
To be bold and naked
At your side
Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
Maybe this time is forever
Say it can be...

That's all you wanted
Something special, someone sacred
In your life
Just for one moment
To be warm and naked
At my side

Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
But something tells me together
We'd be happy
Oh oh

I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
'Til the end of time..."

It's campy. It's sexy. It's inappropriate. It's entirely Emcee.

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[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus, still making a determined effort to remove the tie that has been forced around his neck, pauses to take in Emcee.

And then breaks into helpless giggles because holy shit that's amazing.

[i_am_your_host]

Is...Klaus a school boy.

Oh. Oh no.

This is terrible.

Music still playing on the karaoke machine, Emcee glides his way straight toward him, coattails billowing, and he runs a hand down Klaus's necktie.

"If you are the desert
I'll be the sea
If you ever hunger
Hunger for me
Whatever you ask for
That's what I'll be..."

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus smirks, crinkling the edge of the mask he can't get off.

"See something you like, Padre?" He asks, ignoring the inherent discomfort of being back in the uniform in favor of enjoying Emcee's attention.

[i_am_your_host]

"I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind..."

He sweeps both his hands up Klaus's jacket lapels.

"Oh, I do, darling. What an interesting mask. Kinky." He smirks a dimpled grin.

"How do you like my unholiness?"

[skyhigh_seance]

"Forgive me," Klaus rumbles, choosing to ignore the connections with the next word by skipping it altogether. "For I'm definitely going to sin. So much, you have no idea."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee does seem to attract the ones with daddy issues. He has no idea why.

"You and me both. The kind of sinfulness that would bring you to your knees," he purrs.

Twirling his finger in Klaus's necktie, he tugs him over to the bar to fetch his glass of red wine. Non-sacramental.

"Care for a drink?"

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus follows willingly, slouching against the bar in a manner that was more habitual in his younger days, where he had to be cocksure enough to stand up to the overwhelming presence of his brothers.

"Oh, you know it. The more, the better."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pats the bar. "Something stiff for Klaus, please, darling. He looks like he needs it."

Deliberate wording, of course.

"So," he then says, turning to sweep his gaze up and down Klaus's body, taking him and his outfit all in, "who are you masquerading as? You do have the legs for it."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Now isn't that the question of the century?" Klaus asks, though he dials up his posture to eleven, preening. A shot of tequila appears on the bar, and he knocks it back like it might disappear.

[i_am_your_host]

"Hmm," Emcee muses as he sips his wine. "You know, it reminds me, I used to wear a schoolboy's uniform when I was a child. Short pants and knee socks, the whole getup. Can you imagine that? But it was all secondhand, and I never actually stepped foot inside a school."

[skyhigh_seance]

"So you have a history of being adorable, alright." Klaus laughs, unable to resist reaching over to tug on that utterly incongruous collar. "Though I can think of a few different words for this."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles, his cheeks dimpling in that aforementioned adorable way.

"Oh, yes? And what would you say about it?" he asks, standing with a hand on a sassy hip, as he tips his head back to bare more of that collar.

[skyhigh_seance]

"That I'm pretty sure the Church failed to take into account just how damn hot it is." Klaus exclaims, "I mean, did no one think this through? Or have they just been holding out on us?"

[i_am_your_host]

"It is hot, isn't it?" Emcee chirps, giving the coat a twirl. "All this sexuality and temptation contained and restricted by a collar and so, so many buttons."

A beat.

"Which, when I put it like that, sounds rather terrible, actually."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh, I don't know," Klaus notes, speculatively, "Means I could spend alllll night just... opening buttons, like presents. Could be you're just early for Christmas."

Or, what Klaus assumes Christmas is like. He's going off rumor here.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gives him a rueful little smirk.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, darling, but you won't be able to remove these costumes until the Bar deems Halloween to be over."

[skyhigh_seance]

"..........." Klaus gapes at Emcee in horror, both because of having to give up this particular plan, and because he has to wear this stupid hell costume for how long??.

"For... what? No."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee reaches up to cup Klaus's face, and in doing so, he gently runs a fingertip along the edge of the domino mask. It's stuck on pretty well and good.

"I am afraid so, darling. This mask included."

[skyhigh_seance]

Well, that sucks. He sulks, a whole-body slump of discontent, before he cocks his head curiously.

"If I can't remove, how about... partial unfastening?" He asks curiously, running a hand down that taunting line of buttons.

[i_am_your_host]

A small smile slowly spreads on Emcee's lips, tinted pink with wine.

"Oh, there is always the option of partial unfastening," he murmurs.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh good." Klaus attempts to look innocent, which doesn't quite work with the mask. Never has. "I might have to do an act of... well, contrition doesn't quite seem like the right word."

[i_am_your_host]

"I could give you penance, but you would have to actually be contrite, and I highly doubt either of us is going to regret anything," Emcee says, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Give thanks and glory for what you are about to receive, perhaps?"

[skyhigh_seance]

"Gladly." Klaus avows with a crooked grin. "Is there some quote about drinking from the fount of holiness, or something? I'm afraid most of the churches I've been in weren't actually doing anything holy at the time."

Usually he was there to stop a robbery or free hostages or generally be in situations that were stupidly violent and ghost-producing.

Whee.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee snorts a short laugh. "I have no fucking idea, darling. The closest I ever got to attending mass was when I was blowing an altar boy in a confessional booth. However, I am a big believer in doing unto others as you would have them do unto you."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Sounds like a fantastic night." Klaus grins, giving his glass an inquisitive tap on the bar.

Ooooh, look, more tequila!

Klaus loves this bar.

"Consider me converted."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian enters and doesn't notice a major change when he comes into Milliways, not until he notices himself in a mirror to see his dark suit and skull makeup.

Emcee singing is always a sight that always draws Cassian though he doesn't know what his costume is meant to be then claps when the song's over.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes his bow, as dramatic as ever, and he pats the Evil Karaoke Machine for making such a fine selection. It tries to stump him, but never succeeds. But if it can't beat him, it might as well join him.

He spots the man in the skull makeup and does a sort of double-take. As he retrieves his glass of wine, he asks with a grin, "Cassian, is that you, darling?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, Bar decided to keep it simple and morbid this year. What are you supposed to be? You're very buttoned up."

Its disconcerting on Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

"One must have a sense of the morbid during Halloween, after all," he says, taking a sip of his wine.

"This is what priests of the Christian faith look like on Earth, generally speaking. The collar is accurate. I think some liberties have been taken with the cassock, however. I feel far more sexy in it than I have any right to, which, I suppose, is the point of this holiday trick."

[childofrebellion]

"I think that's you wearing it, you make it move," Emcee can make anything sexy.

[i_am_your_host]

"The Bar has attempted to put me in costumes that might stymie, baffle, or dare I say, traumatize others, but so far, I have accepted each challenge with gusto," he says with a smirk. "And besides, I rather like the coat. I might keep a replica--with less buttons."

[childofrebellion]

"Halloween becomes a challenge for you. Its a good coat, lots of good sweep to it." Cassian reaches out to tap at the buttons, "They have do lead someone's eye up to your face, you could switch them out for ones that shine."

[i_am_your_host]

"Each year I anticipate what she thinks will throw me off. I've ended up in things just as restrictive as this, but I think I've managed them well."

He then runs his fingers down the row of buttons. "Hmm, well, I was always partial to silver..."

[childofrebellion]

"That would liven up the outfit. Do they all work or are some of them decorative?" That's a lot of buttons.

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, unfortunately, we won't be able to find out until the Bar allows me to take this off," he says with a rueful little smile, and he reaches up to sweep a thumb across Cassian's cheek. "Your makeup isn't rubbing off anytime soon either."

[childofrebellion]

"No, its not going anywhere. I keep forgetting its there."

[i_am_your_host]

"Until you turn and catch a glimpse in the mirror and surprise yourself," he says with a chuckle.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, I've done that a few times," He touches the makeup as he has a feeling he's going to dream about it.

[i_am_your_host]

"Fortunately it's only for one night," he says. "Do you have any similar holidays or traditions? I must admit, Halloween is not so popular in my country during my time time than it is several decades later, so dressing up in costumes, scary or not, is still quite novel."

[childofrebellion]

"There are some similar traditions on different planets, carnivals and festivals like that."

Cassian knows of a few of them which have been helpful with certain missions.

terribly late but i had to

[the_cupbearer]

"Either I've missed something, or the requirements for joining the priesthood have changed significantly since last I checked," Ganymede murmurs, utterly amused at the spectacle Emcee makes.

"Though I'll happily admit that if you've joined up they've changed for the better."

:D

[i_am_your_host]

And Emcee is utterly delighted that Ganymede is here to witness the spectacle.

As the beats fade away, Emcee struts toward him, knowing how to make the most of that form-fitting coat.

"Truth be told, I'm just in it for the laying on of hands," he quips, retrieving his glass of (non-sacramental) wine and taking a sip.

Re: :D

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, something tells me you're interested in getting something quite a bit more than just hands laid on you," Ganymede chuckles, resting his chin on his hands. "I like the look on you."

[i_am_your_host]

"I will take what I can get for as long as this costume refuses to come off. Or, I could do my saintly duty and-- dare I say it-- abstain." He puts a dramatic woe-is-me hand against his forehead, dramatically.

"But thank you, I rather like it as well. It's not my usual style, but I might ask the Bar for a less ecclesiastical version to keep. I cannot resist the swishy-ness."

[the_cupbearer]

"Hilariously, I don't recall any requirements for celibacy in the good book itself, so I'd say you're fine," he replies, smile still lighting his face. He finds it very, very funny to see Emcee in a priest outfit, yes.

Considering how many priests (Catholic and otherwise) he's had relations with, it's less novelty and more biting irony, but humor either way. "That is the one thing ceremonial clothing had going for it. Lots of swish."

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, the irony is not lost on Emcee. It's certainly ironic on more levels than one.

"There aren't? So for all this time, the act of denying one's self the pleasures of the flesh was just a delusion of piety? Who would have thought!" he snickers.

Giving a twirl, he makes the coattails fan out and remarks, "A coat like this could make for a grand entrance."

[the_cupbearer]

"So shocking, I know," he chuckles, watching Emcee turn about with a smile. "Or a grand exit, one of the two. Perhaps I can get one similar for you--less with the collar, maybe."