Wastin' Away Again~

[ohgoodgrief]

Who: Teachers! TA's! RA's! Other graduate students! Other students who are crashing (or god help them, working there??)
When: March 8, 2019, in the evening.
Where: A karaoke bar in Soleil.
Warnings: Alcohol

Sometimes, after tests are done and mysteries uncovered, the teachers need to relax.

Which is why there is karaoke! The faculty of Daybreak Academy have converged, through random inspiration and not a terrible lot of planning, on one unsuspecting bar in Soleil on a Friday evening. A few drinks (or more!) are to be had; however, there is also a stage, with a microphone and a big screen -- which shows a music video for whatever song is on -- and the lyrics. A friendly little green ball bounces over them.

It is time to sing your heart out.

It is time... for karaoke.

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Wen-li Yang | hit me up

[ohgoodgrief]

A. IT'S NOBODY'S FAULT

[Yang isn't the most social person... but neither is he the least social person. He is, in terms of going out and having a good time, strictly the average baseline: someone who tags along with others, but never leads the venture.

He does, however, drink.

Right now, Yang is making his way from the bar, with an old fashioned clutched lovingly in one hand. He's not too drunk yet.

He does, however, scrunch his face up.] Do you know which song this is?

B. HELL, IT COULD BE MY FAULT

[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels around him. There is also a half-finished cider, which he did not much care for. He is leaning backward at his table, but there is that telltale slight sway: the look of a person who has, after a few too many drinks, lost the ability to sit still.

But then an idea comes to him, and so he blurts it out:]

Therapy cats! If we get the students therapy cats, it will fix everything!

C. IT'S MY OWN DAMN FAULT

[Yang has four emptied glasses with orange peels, two half-finished mugs of dry cider, a margarita glass that is empty, and a pair of shotglasses at... where he was sitting. Because he's not there.

No. He's made his way to the stage.

And the song he picked isn't a surprise. One of the most famous bass lines in history begins its distinctive beat. Everyone knows Under Pressure! It's a classic song, and Yang belts out--]

JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL!
LIVIN' IN A LONELY WOOOOOORLD~
SHE TOOK A MIDNIGHT TRAIN!
GOING! ANY! WHEEEEEEEERE! o/`

[...oh no...]

b;

[inflictwounds]

[Hieke leans in, intrigued.

But also ready to burst Yang's bubble.]

What if the student is allergic to cats?

[ohgoodgrief]

[Yang has not had enough to not see what the problem is. He has had enough to have a questionable solution to this problem.]

Hm... therapy cats and benadryl?

[inflictwounds]

I don't think the students sleeping through therapy would be really efficient therapy...

[He thinks that what benadryl does. Is that what benadryl does?]

What about therapy fish?

[ohgoodgrief]

Hm... maybe so...

[That's what benadryl does. Arguably it also lessens the symptoms.

Probably by knocking them out.]

Therapy... fish?

[inflictwounds]

Sleep doesn't make you better.

[Said with a nod. He's very sure of that much.]

And, well, fish don't really give people allergies? Dogs would be a good choice but you have the allergy problem again, you know, so why not fish?

C

[arcadianvampire]

THOSE AREN'T THE WORDS, YOU DRUNKEN SOD!

[Val might've had a couple of drinks lined up next to him too; looking like they were at one point some variant of Bloody Mary, but with a couple of skewers that once held smoked sardines.

He sounds personally offended.]

[ohgoodgrief]

JUST A FISHY VAMPIRE
JUDGING AND THROWING SHADE
ON YANG'S GREAT SINGIIIIING
HE TOOK A MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANY! WHEEEERE!

[He's drunk enough to think this is pretty good but also hasn't realized he's singing to the wrong song.]

[arcadianvampire]

THAT DOESN'T EVEN RHYME!

[ohgoodgrief]

IT RHYMES IF YOU TRY HARD ENOUGH!

[arcadianvampire]

THEN IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU NEED REEDUCATION ON THE SUBJECT OF EFFORT WHILE UNDER PRESSURE!

C

[subconmodo]

[No. No. You did NOT just...! Even if he WASN'T drunk off his ass this would be unforgivable!]

IF YOU'RE GOING TO SING JOURNEY, SING JOURNEY!

Better yet, make it Separate Ways! S'way better!

[ohgoodgrief]

[Yang pauses on stage.]

...But this is by Queen and Dave Matthews?

[YANG NO THAT HURT YOUR PLAYER'S SOUL TO TYPE]

[subconmodo]

At least you know that much. If you said Vanilla Ice, we were going to have words.

[ohgoodgrief]

Good grief! I'm afraid I'm not that devoid of taste.

[subconmodo]

Good! I'd give you points but uh. You're not a student. And teacher points aren't a thing, I think.

[They should be. And he should get all of them.]

[Although he's a little curious now]

So if you think you're singing Queen... What Journey songs have you been listening to?

a

[spelleton]

[ Without even looking up: ] Better When You're Gone. By David Guetta and several other artists, I believe.

[ Ekkehardt has a surprising amount of modern music knowledge for someone who dresses like he's in a gothic horror novel.

He finally looks up and notes Yang's expression. ] Is it not to your tastes?

i'm sorry, ruka

[ohgoodgrief]

This is pretty catchy! [He's drumming his fingers along with it.]

It kind of reminds me of [did you know that Yang is a 90's kid at heart] the Spice Girls!

IT'S FINE IT'S FINE

[spelleton]

I wouldn't have expected that kind of reference. [ He seems a bit amused. More little tidbits about an acquaintance (a friend?) he never expected to meet in person. ] What kind of music do you like? I don't believe I ever asked.

[ohgoodgrief]

I'd like to say I have good taste, but it's mostly classic rock and jazz. I'm a creature of habit with my radio dial.

[He likes jazz best. It's great for relaxing.]

What about you?

[spelleton]

[ He just shakes his head with a slightly rueful smile. ] I've been told I have no taste at all. I'll listen to anything and enjoy it.

It confuses my Spotify feed, that's for certain. [ His music taste is Whatever. ]

C

[eudaimonikos]

JUST A CITY BOY!
BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROOOOIT!
HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN
GOING ANYYYYYWHEREEEEEEEE!

[Michael's here and he does not give a fuck]

[ohgoodgrief]

[YES FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT

Yang throws an arm around Michael's shoulders and almost falls down.]

A SINGER IN A SMOKEY ROOOOOOM~
SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERFUME!
FOR A SMILE THEY CAN SHARE THE NIGHT
AND IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON and on and on...

[eudaimonikos]

[Do you want to pull this inebriated beanpole down on top of you, because that is a risk you're taking. But he's into it! He puts an arm around Yang too!]

STRANGERS! WAITING!
UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVAAAAAAAAAARD!
THEIR SHADOWS! SEARCHING! IN THE NIGHT!
STREETLIGHT! PEOPLE!
LIVING JUST TO FIND EMOTION!
HIDING! SOMEWHERE IN THE NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

[ohgoodgrief]

[Mercifully Yang's not too strong or heavy but awkwardly shorter than Michael. He gets himself kind of righted. Sorta. Maybe.]

WORKIN' HARD TO GET MY FILL!
EVERYBODY WANTS THE THRIIIIIIILL~
PAYIN' ANYTHING TO ROLL THE DICE!
JUST! ONE! MORE! TIME!

SOME WILL WIN! SOME WILL LOSE!
SOME WERE BORN TO SING THE BLUUUUUUES!
OH THE MOVIE NEVER ENDS IT JUST GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND wait that's enough on's!