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.

Comments

[spelleton]

Well, you'll be happy - or unhappy, maybe - to know that this isn't nearly so deadly. [ Sips his drink. ]

Except when people get drunk and do things that make them want to die of embarrassment the next day, perhaps, but no actual blood is spilled. The worst I imagine it'll get is that we might have a few people asking for hangover cures tomorrow.

[inflictwounds]

No, that's a relief. [It really is! He's trying at this whole non-violence thing!]

So all I have to worry about is who's going to whine at us, got it. [He finally takes a sip of his own drink.] Have you done this a lot?

[spelleton]

You have the essentials down, yes. [ Another sip. ]

Getting people drunk? Quite a bit. [ The phrasing there is deliberately excluding him, because he doesn't get drunk. ] Karaoke, no. But I'm looking forward to the clearly stellar performances our coworkers will come up with.

[inflictwounds]

Good to know. [He wonders how many are going to end the night sober. At this point, he doesn't even know if this is going to get him drunk.]

Are you going to perform?

[spelleton]

[ He laughs and waves a hand. ] I'm not the performing type. I'll stay out of it. [ Until he's bullied or coaxed or convinced into it later, naturally. ]

What about you? Any songs that strike your fancy?

[inflictwounds]

[Snort.] Oh, really? You seem like the performing type to me.

And I don't know. I don't really...know. Song.

[spelleton]

My oh my, what gave you that idea? [ He's amused and slightly intrigued, he has to admit. He's never projected himself much. ]

Well, look through the catalogue. Maybe something will catch your eye.

[inflictwounds]

You just seem like the kind of person who appreciates a bit of flair. [You wear a veil. You're extra as fuck, Ekkehardt.]

I'm pretty sure I won't recognize much of the music, but I guess it's worth a shot...