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daybreakacademy2019-03-08 08:37 pm
ohgoodgrief) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-03-08 08:37 pm
Wastin' Away Again~
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.
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.
B.
Hah, pick something harder, that's weaksauce!
[Trick question: nobody needed to say bad decisions, because they can just point at Jail and use her as an example.]
[Apparently she's unimpressed by his musical selections.]
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[ He scrolls over to 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston and clicks it with absolutely no change in expression. Do you like hitting high notes and sustaining them for long periods of time? You'd better. ]
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Challenge accepted.
[Someone hand her a microphone, she's got some glass to shatter.]
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Hopefully she's not too drunk to catch it but it's fine probably. ]
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[Stage: taken.]
[Rocking: out.]
[So, the good news is that Jail... does somehow seem to be holding out more or less okay, when it comes to the song. The... interesting news is that she seems to be hitting the high notes via a somewhat unorthodox method.]
[Metal screaming.]
[The end result is that the song is less the original and more an extremely weird genre-blending cover. She's somehow managing to make it sound like the kind of thing that should be sung somewhere in the immediate vicinity of a mosh pit.]
...will always loooooooooove-
[Okay, deep breath and last note, here we go:]
-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU...!
[Jesus. Christ.]
[She didn't even sing that last note so much as full-body death metal shriek it. The neighbors may be worrying now, assuming their dogs aren't barking too loudly for them to focus on anything else. There may have been a couple moments in there where she hit a pitch audible only to bats- and pronounceable only by dolphins.]
[Jail herself is doubled over and leaning on the microphone stand for support, panting audibly as she tries to get her breath back. After a couple moments she rises unsteadily to her feet, grins triumphantly, and flips Ekkehardt off with both hands.]
[Her voice comes out in a harsh, barely-present rasp:]
Beat. That.
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Let me buy you a drink to soothe your throat a little first! Then you can pick something for me, as revenge.
What would you like?
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[In lieu of using her currently somewhat strained vocal cords, she points to a cocktail listed on the menu as a "sonic screwdriver", and immediately picks up the song list for the karaoke machine and begins leafing through it, intent on finding something suitably embarrassing for him.]
[After all, just because he's forgiven doesn't mean she's going to waste a perfectly good opportunity.]
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Besides - he's interested to see what she'll pick. He's a little less guarded around Jailbreak than he is with many other people; his mentor likes her, and when it comes to judging people Aloisia is even sharper than him. So he allows a little more flexibility, in that regard, even with something so simple as picking songs. ]
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[That's probably why she's more merciful than she could be about the song she picks for him. Although, maybe she just couldn't resist giving this one to the school's medical staff.]
[As it is, when he gets back to the table, he'll find the songbook lying open to a specific page, with Jail grinning and tapping her finger on the tune she's picked for him.]
[Hopefully, he finds it amusing, at least.]
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Laughs, a little. He's easier with laughter than he used to be. He wonders at it, sometimes. ]
Very well. I accept.
[ The music starts and, contrary to his very dignified appearance, he launches into the song with enthusiasm. It's not quite the rollicking shout that would fit the song's tone, but he has a good, clear voice, and he's using it to his advantage.
And he does seem to be enjoying himself. Enough that by the time he finishes, he's got a grin on his face that wasn't there before. He puts down the microphone on the table before her. ]
There.
Does that satisfy you?
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Am I ever satisfied?
[It's part joke, part truth- she's greedy by nature, always wanting more, and has no desire to apologize for it. But her tone is friendly, teasing- she's willing to give him his due, it was a pretty good performance.]
Shame you couldn't get the doc to duet with you. [Hopefully her tendency to nickname everyone doesn't make it too unclear that she means Hieke. Probably not, Ekkehardt's a bright guy.]