daybreakacademy | Wastin' Away Again~

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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.

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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...]

[Hieke leans in, intrigued.

But also ready to burst Yang's bubble.]

What if the student is allergic to cats?

a; just a nip
[To begin with, Hieke is only vaguely aware of what karaoke is. He's lived a long life, sure, but most of his life was. You know. Spent doing daemon-y things. Wheeling and dealing, murdering without remorse, learning how to reverse death and recreate bodies. Standard stuff.

Standard daemon stuff didn't really involve going out drinking or singing songs or anything like this. He's obviously overwhelmed - he grips his glass of "uh, whatever you'd recommend?" tightly and looks like he desperately wants to disappear.

Someone save him.]

b; maybe too much
[Eventually, Hieke loosens up - largely thanks to more and more drinks. Apparently, daemons can get drunk off human alcohol. Who would have known! Hieke didn't know.

Hieke knows now, though really all that matters is that he feels great. Everything is just so great right now? At least that's what you'd think, given he keeps giggling.

And then, abruptly, he leans over.]

Yooouuuuuu should go up there! [Ehehehe.] I'd bet you'd do great!

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.]

[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?

[Ky was drinking a mead-based cocktail and quite a bit more without only seeming to be lightly buzzed, surprised as Heike leans in]

Hah! I wouldn't even know anything they have!

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.]

a. it's fine for now
[ The evening is starting off fairly well, at least. It's quiet enough, and everyone is doing the normal kind of socializing rather than the 'amusingly rascally drunk' sort of socializing.

He nurses his own drink (some kind of vodka cocktail this time), and though he does appear to be actually drinking it, he doesn't show any signs of the alcohol actually affecting him. ]

b. now featuring the only person who cant get drunk in the entire room

[ And some time later, things have progressed onto the loud singing and loudly drunken socializing stage. Ekkehardt is only mildly ruffled at worst, though occasionally he will, for his own amusement, call on someone and pick a song entirely at random for them.

Look, he has to get his entertainment somewhere. ]

c. please no

[ Is Ekkehardt going to sing, someone might ask! Or pester. Or annoy. ]

No. Absolutely not.

[ Spoilers: You can bully him into it if you try hard enough. ]

Edited 2019-03-09 03:26 (UTC)

THAT DOESN'T EVEN RHYME!

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?

[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!

Is there anything you'd like to ask, Hieke? [ While he's no mind-reader or seer, discomfort seems to be where you'd find Hieke's current picture in the dictionary.

His tone is non-judgemental. ]

Just make it up!

[Come on, it's a genius plan.]

Nobody'd even notice.

Why not?

[Suddenly: There's a hat kid. Right behind him. What? It was a good idea. He should sing!]

[Right now the biggest question is "why am I here?" but there's no good answer to that.]

Uh. What's the point of all this?

Becau-

[ wait ]

What are you doing in here, young lady? [ YOU'RE LIKE TEN ]

It's a friendly bonding activity, more or less. You get drunk together, and you sing songs. Sometimes in that order, sometimes not. It varies from individual to individual.

[...]

That's it?

...Mr. Atchison brought me along.

[And it was starting to get stuffy in the luggage.]

It's not terribly complex.

What are you used to?

A. I was into music before records exist

[He's sociable enough to join, but he hasn't gone up to the karaoke booth yet, picking through the catalogue]

...Meatloaf? whoever named that poor fellow needs to be smacked upside the head... black eye peas? There's so many how does a person even choose even if they're familiar?

B. Three sheets to the wind

[At some point he switched from suggested cocktails to straight whiskey, and is probably the last of the human staff to start showing intoxication, his face slightly flushed as he laughs, gesturing quite broadly to whoever ends up being subjected to whatever story he's telling.

Who knew the dark ages were so wild? That one would know if he would stop interrupting himself with his own laughter and table-banging]

C. A singing knight?

[Turns out, once he gets enough liquid courage and someone reminding him google exists, he goes up on stage - he's actually not a bad singer, but Judas Priest is probably the last thing most people would think he would pick, but he seems to be getting really into it]

Hm... maybe so...

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

Probably by knocking them out.]

Therapy... fish?

Most bonding activities I've seen are, you know.

[He makes a chopping motion with his free hand.]

Like that.

IT RHYMES IF YOU TRY HARD ENOUGH!

[Yang pauses on stage.]

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

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

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Ky Kiske | OTA

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