Karaoke Time!

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*There is a karaoke machine in the bar. It is very large and very pink.

Therefore, Xander assumes that it must be evil.*

Wow ... didn't know they had an open mike night ...

*He approaches the karaoke machine slowly. It lights up and looks inviting-- as inviting as a possibly-evil-because-of-its-pinkness karaoke machine can be.*

Whoa!

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Uh, no. Haven't you ever ...? Oh, wait, multidimensional bar. Right.

*Xander jumps again as the karaoke machine starts to emit loud beeping noises.*

This is a karaoke machine. It plays music, and you sing along to it. I myself have a love-hate relationship with karaoke ... well, more like fear-loathe. You're welcome to try it out, though.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James ears perk up at the magic word 'singing'.

He says, rather cautiously, "I'm a fair shot at the singing thing . . ."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander gestures towards the machine.*

Step right up.

*As if on cue, a microphone pops out from somewhere in the machine. Xander eyes it warily.*

Careful, though. I think it might be possessed.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James gives him a dubious look.

"A little paranoid, aren't you?"

Little does James know. He takes the microphone.

"I wonder if it knows any hymns . . ."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

I don't know ...

*And again, the karaoke machine displays its frightening (to Xander's mind) intelligence. A panel flips over to reveal a brightly lit computer screen with a keyboard right below it. On the screen are the words "ENTER NAME OF SONG."*

This is starting to get really creepy. Maybe I am a little paranoid, but I know evil. Evil machinery no exception.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James gives him a rather puzzled look.

"Well," he says, patiently, "if it knows hymns, it can hardly be evil, can it? Let's see what it does if I key in Good King Wenceslas -"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*On the screen, the words "YOU HAVE SELECTED 'GOOD KING WENCESLAS.' HAVE A NICE DAY."

And amid flashing disco lights, the music starts.*

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James opens his mouth and starts belting.

"Good King Wenceslas looked down
On the Feast of Stephen . . ."

He really has a very nice voice.

Okay - better than nice.

However, the smug look is less about than than about, 'see? Hymns! No evil!'

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander looks skeptical.*

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"When the snow lay roundabout . . .

It's a shame," James says, breaking off. "This song's really best with two."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander turns around to see if anyone's behind him.*

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

The machine waits, expectantly, looking almost hurt.

"But see," James says earnestly, "it really can hardly be evil. It's nto done anything evil, has it?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander raises a skeptical eyebrow.*

It's trying to lure us in with saintly hymns. Next thing you know, we'll be doing the Dance-Dance-Revolution and singing Japanese pop songs.

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

[ooc:O_O lines up to watch that veryu intently]

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James looks terribly confused.

"I didn't know the Japanese made pop songs."

He perks up. "Here, I wonder if it does the Beatles!"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander weakens. Come on, they're the Beatles.

The screen reads, "YOU HAVE SELECTED 'YELLOW SUBMARINE.' HAVE A NICE DAY."

And Xander thinks, Okay, sure, why not.

As the music starts, he wodners if he is being subjected to mind control.*

In the town where I was born
lived a man who sailed the sea,
and he told us of his life
in the land of submarines.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green," James choruses happily. He is having the time of his life, and rather wonders where the Stantons could get one.

"And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submariiiine . . ."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander and James both sing the chorus. Xander is having a suspicious amount of fun.*

We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine!

*Xander picks up the next verse.*

And our friends are all aboard,
Many more of them live next door ...

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"And the baaaand begins to plaaaaay . . . you'renothalfbadyouknow We all live in a yellow submarine!"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Heythanksyoutooman yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine!

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"As we liiiive a life of eeeease
Every one of us has all we neeed
Sky of bluuuuue and sea of greeeen
In our yelloooow submariiiiine . . . okaythisisthebigfinsish -"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander gives it the necessary oomph.*

We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine ... yellow submariiiiine!

*And he's spent.*

Okay, that admittedly rocked.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"I told you," James says smugly, and gives the machine a friendly pat. "It does hymns and the Beatles. Can't be anything wrong with that."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Hmmm ... maybe. I'll reserve my judgment until any actual evil occurs.

So who are you, my Beatles-Aficionado friend?

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"James Stanton," James says, with a grin, and sticks out a friendly hand. "You?"