Hyoubu Kyousuke (
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Who:
espersions,
belfire,
moribound,
popsometags, their cr, their cr's cr...
When: Early April
Where: Source Below: Cerealia's most surreal karaoke bar
What: How do you come to terms with death and disappearance? Get hammered and sing about it, obviously.
Rating/Warning: alcohol, hot tubs, death mentions, and j-pop
Ket Whiss is gone for good, and Minato has returned from his PLAYER ONE GAME OVER moment, courtesy of a hungry monster. And there's the residual trauma of everyone's jungle/elemental adventures.
So, well. Why not have a party?
Source Below is Cerealia's most popular — and most surreal — karaoke bar. It features a costume closet, with hundreds of outfits to try on, for that full idol experience. There are themed rooms: one with overflowing candy, another built to resemble the interior of a spaceship, one full of robotic cats who yowl in time with the music, to a pitch-black room filled with pairs of enormous, glowing, slowly-blinking eyes....
But Team Catastrophe's party isn't in any of these, because none of these losers made a reservation. Instead, they got stuck with the only one left, covered in white tile, with a hot tub in the center.
This is a bad idea on so many levels, but it's not as if that's ever stopped anybody.
(ooc: open to any extended cr, feel free to handwave how you heard about it. the more the merrier!)
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When: Early April
Where: Source Below: Cerealia's most surreal karaoke bar
What: How do you come to terms with death and disappearance? Get hammered and sing about it, obviously.
Rating/Warning: alcohol, hot tubs, death mentions, and j-pop
Ket Whiss is gone for good, and Minato has returned from his PLAYER ONE GAME OVER moment, courtesy of a hungry monster. And there's the residual trauma of everyone's jungle/elemental adventures.
So, well. Why not have a party?
Source Below is Cerealia's most popular — and most surreal — karaoke bar. It features a costume closet, with hundreds of outfits to try on, for that full idol experience. There are themed rooms: one with overflowing candy, another built to resemble the interior of a spaceship, one full of robotic cats who yowl in time with the music, to a pitch-black room filled with pairs of enormous, glowing, slowly-blinking eyes....
But Team Catastrophe's party isn't in any of these, because none of these losers made a reservation. Instead, they got stuck with the only one left, covered in white tile, with a hot tub in the center.
This is a bad idea on so many levels, but it's not as if that's ever stopped anybody.
(ooc: open to any extended cr, feel free to handwave how you heard about it. the more the merrier!)
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Oh, yeah. My voice is amazing. You listen to it, and all your troubles just float away~ [Clearly, this was something Kazuya was extremely proud of, considering he didn't usually devolve into arrogant boasting] So, what do you want me to sing for you, Hyou-Kyou? This is a one time offer for me to take requests!
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You could sing...
[ Nyan nyan nyan-nyan nyan nyan nyan....
The Nyan Cat song is still in his head and drowning out the idea of any other song he could ask for. Goddammit. Except...wait, no that's it. ]
Ah, I'll just put it on for you.
[ With a flick of his finger, he sets these dulcet strains playing. Revenge is sweet. ]
DID YOU JUST RICKROLL ME ICLY
...
[The look he gave Hyoubu spoke volumes of his unimpressed state, Rick Astley's voice washing over him like an unpleasant wave of oil. Goddammit Hyou-Kyou, you absolute dickweed, that was going to be stuck in his head all night!]
... I'm not singing that.