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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[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"I dragged my brother and his friend to see it this weekend," James says proudly. "His friend had never heard of Monty Python before - I mean, honestly, I know, Wales and all, but still."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

That's ridiculous. Everyone should see Monty Python.

*Xander remembers a scene and chuckles.* Hey, you know what my favorite part was? *bad British accent* "You've got two coconuts and you're bangin' 'em together!"

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"That," James agrees eagerly, "and the bit with the Holy Hand Grenade, I nearly fell off my chair -"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander nods emphatically.*

'What, behind the rabbit?"

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"And the number that thou shalt countest to shall be three," James quotes. "And the singing! I'd . . . rather . . . just . . . siiiiiiiiiiing -"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander laughs.*

Man, that movie was the best three days of my life. You know, if you add up the total hours I've spent watching it.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"You've seen it that often?" James looks terribly, terribly jealous. "It came to theaters in our town once before, but I had 'flu then and couldn't go - I only got to see it twice this weekend."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander looks vaguely guilty.*

Well, you know, it's out on video ...

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James blinks.

"No, it's not. It's hardly even been out yet."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

I meant in my time-- 2003. It's been out for a while. Sadly, this means that not everyone has watched it.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"- oh."

James sighs. "This whole different times things keeps throwing me. I'm from 1977, I probably should say."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander nods.* Yeah, I figured it was sometime around then. This place brings waaaay too many different dimensions together.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"You needn't tell me," James agrees. "But my little brother will keep coming here, and my barn door keeps opening on the place regardless. It's rather unnerving, to think you're going to feed chickens and end up talking to a king or something like that."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Yes, unnerving is definitely the word. At least you can leave, though.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you're stuck?" James grins ruefully. "I've heard about that sort of thing - this chap Garion, he was the king fellow, he couldn't see the door." He punches Xander on the shoulder, in a friendly fashion. "Well, there are worse places to be stuck and all."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

So I've heard. *He grins.* Hey, I can't die, right? Bring on the weirdness.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

James looks interested. "Can't you?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Not here. Neither can you. And I have it on Death's authority ... creepy as that sounds ... so it's definitely true.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"That . . . really does sound creepy," James agrees, rather unnerved. "You mean Death like with the bones and the cape and all? Bring out your dead! Like that?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

No, actually, this is kind of cool: Death is actually a nice lady whose only visible hint of deathliness is her need to visit a tanning booth.

*Xander shrugs.* I don't question anymore.

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

". . . I'll take your word on it," James says solemnly.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander nods.* Yeah.

*He gets up.* You know, the karaoke was great and everything, but if I spend any more time around this big pink machine I may sprout pigtails. I'm gonna go. See you around?

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

"See you later."

James gives a cheerful wave and heads in a different direction.