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[espersions]

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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Current Condition: Sober yet naked

[belfire]

[As they say, misfortune comes in threes, or fours - fifths, maybe, but who's keeping count after the jungle insanity? Whatever the number, the fact remained that Kaz had pinballed from one emotional dilemma to the point where he simply didn't have the capacity to be upset anymore. Or, rather, he was upset, but didn't have the energy to deal with it like a healthy, emotionally stable human being, and decided that, yes, alcohol, karaoke, and a hot tub combined was the best way to deal with Ket's permanent disappearance.

In short: Kazuya had jumped into the hot tub within the first five minutes. Naked, of course]

This is amaaaaazing~ [Kazuya was splashing about happily in the water before lounging against the very edge of it, picking up a "complementary" bottle of...] Whoa, this wine looks expensive. Are they gonna charge us if we drink it?

[...well, Hyoubu's footing the bill...]

Hey, who wants to start this karaoke night with a bang? [He held the wine bottle aloft, waving it from side to side] It's scientifically proven that alcohol improves the karaoke experience by 100%!

[senseandcecilbility]

[You know, when your are the kind of employee who bets on equines named Featherfoot Lollipop, and burns your young master's sofa while smiting demonic messiahs you've got to work extra hard to make it do. Fortunately, Source Bellow needed a few more waiters on this particularly busy evening, and Kevin thought, why not? Being a waiter is just like being a butler's sprout, if butlers had sprouts, and it is not like he is a complete stranger to choir boys singing like harpies drowning in lava.

So here he is, black suit and white gloves, balancing an absurd but somewhat tempting amount of alcohol on a silver tray, just as ordered by the suckers who got that room nobody ever wants. He preparers his most professional and disinterested smile before opening the door and...

Well, perhaps it is time to reconsider his career choices.]

What sort of debauchery is that?

[That was intended as a rhetorical question, but it really isn't. He is, in fact, very confused.]

[popsometags]

[ To say things have been rough for the entire group was an understatement. Between one of them dying, seemingly coming back in someone's whacked-out imagination, reappearing for real, another one of them dying, one finally disappearing for good, ViViD, the jungle, etc etc...

Well, if Rinne was of age, he'd be hitting the wine pretty hard right about now. As it was, here he was trying his hardest to pretend not to let everything bother him. He'd been working fairly hard, and the least he could do was unwind.

And ignore the wine. No, seriously. Anything that he wasn't sure if they had actually paid for, he's not touching. Hell, he's never been able to go to a place like this before, so while he's extremely giddy, he's also a little nervous. Even moreso when he catches a glimpse of the microphone, certainly approaching a wet spot on the floor. ]

Oi--! [ He immediately snatches it up, certainly unhappy! ]

Be careful with that! They'll make us pay for it if we break it!

[good_ideas]

[A karaoke party (even if it was one where a lolicon would be present) was always welcome, especially because Shiho had an inkling that life hadn’t been exactly all roses and happiness for everyone lately.
But that doesn’t mean she and Kaoru couldn’t decide to show up fashionably late, dressed cutely and expecting to have a good time.

The first indication that there was anything wrong should have been when they were directed to what Shiho can read as “the hot-tub room”. What.

Unless there are scantily clad cute girls involved, Kaoru would prefer if the hot-tub was only metaphorical (what kind of metaphor would it even be. Kaoru?)

Still, maybe it’s not as weird as it sounds?]

Kaoru-chan….I’m scared of opening this door. [Not really, but Shiho’s hand is on the doorknob and she can see everything going on in the room.]

...I’m sure it’s nothing bad.

[Hearing that, Shiho lets go and steps away with a bright smile.]

How about you open it then, Kaoru-chan?

[Okay. Sure. She opens the door and what does she see? Why it’s…]

(ooc: Replies will be coming from both Kaoru queenofminiskirts and Shiho good_ideas.)

[espersions]

[ Prior to this evening, if you'd asked him, he'd have said he didn't drink. It's a bad habit and pointless besides: he has too many sorrows to drown. But the stresses of the last few weeks have added up and he thought, what's the worst that can happen?

Fast-forward to this moment, on the wrong side of drunken giddiness. He seems to have set aside all misgivings about electrocution, as he's sitting languidly in the hot tub, holding the microphone, and singing country music. Hank Williams, specifically: ]

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low:
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

[ Somebody put him out of his misery. Or film this for posterity/blackmailing purposes. Don't drink, kids! ]

[moribound]

[Between repressed memories, hospital visits that were painful for more reasons than one, Ket saying that he knows Minato didn't trust him and him vanishing for good just a while after, things have gotten inwardly stressful for Minato by this point that he's not even going to comment on the suspicious hot tub in the karaoke lounge Hyoubu's brought the lot of them to, figuring that the esper probably just has questionable if harmless tastes.

That's his first mistake.

The second and bigger mistake by far is downing some of the provided alcohol in spite of knowing that it tends to make for loose tongues- There's no drinking age limit at Cerealia after all, and lurking somewhere deep inside his mind is the thought that he's never going to be old enough.

...Five minutes later he's standing facing the tub and singing a song like this:

If I’m going to get hurt otherwise, I’d rather stay as I am
But because I met you
I found myself
Your voice, your weakness, your gaze
Even the bold front you put up, and that smile of yours - those will become my wings

Strange how Minato's smiling giddily with a flushed face, or maybe not since it's steamy in here but he's not so far gone as to strip.]

Status: Sober, half-clothed, and for some reason, in the hot tub with pants on

[covenantal]

[ How did this evening happen to him so much?

Minato invited him out to karaoke, and he wasn't so much a shut-in lately as to refuse an offer like that. If Minato could go, so could he. He knew he needed to get back out into the world, no matter how down he'd been feeling about everything that had happened. Making an effort to see people that weren't just his closest friends would probably do him some good. The deaths and injuries on his conscience... continuing to dwell on them wouldn't make him feel any better. A night of fun would probably help.

He chooses not to drink, because he knows his tolerance is low at best. He got drunk off fumes once, it was an absolute shitshow. Besides, he wants to stay sober once he realizes Minato is going to drink, just in case.

And yet, somehow, partway into the night, not only does he end up yanked into the hot tub, he only manages to get his shirt and shoes off before that happens.

So now he's chilling in the hot tub, with his pants on, and you know what? This is fine. It's whatever, these weren't his best pants anyway. His hair is plastered to his face, too, because he got proper dunked, but that is also whatever. Everything is whatever. He's chill.

Yu leans on the side of the tub with his arms folded, artfully avoiding the many and various bottles of alcohol and watching whoever is up singing with a smile on his face. To no one in particular: ]

You know, I heard of karaoke bars like this in Toyko, but I'd never been to one myself.

[theshiningone]

[... Well then. He loved to go to parties, but he was not expected the sight he saw as he entered the room.

Hiro did get intel that there was a party going on, but there were a million things that were going on that were very wrong. The main thing that he noticed that parties were happy occasions... However, being the empathetic fellow that he was... He couldn't help and sense that there was a very artificial happiness atmosphere in the air. There was actually a lot of sorrowful things going on in this room and the people throwing the party where one of them.

"Is this a party or a funeral?" is what he thinks at the back of mind. "I've seen hell twice in a row and this is a compacted version of it." is what he thinks again at the back of mind. "What's the story behind what really happened here?" is what he thinks once more as he was a very curious person when it came down to it.

While he doesn't mind drinking, Hiro had to wonder if he should stay sober enough to be mediator of sorts if anything goes wrong or to camera all of the hilarious events for blackmail fuel. The room was getting steamy, so he's stripped down to this with his sleeves rolled up as he finishes his first glass and watching everything in a corner of the room.]

I'm not sure if I should laugh at them or pity them. [Or do both.] There's a disturbing lack of girls around here, too.

[adminproof]

[Lo and behold, Hiro's alien keeper has finally arrived, if for some strange reason, anyone here has ever wanted to interact with him. He's merely standing nearby, a silver tray of drinks hovering a few inches above his hand. Don't worry; the drinks are also hovering an inch above the hovering tray. That way, he's sure nothing will spill.]

Is there anything else you would like?

[...Saiduq doesn't even work here, and it's made obvious by the fact that his own outfit is so markedly different from the uniform they have here. i'm so sorry kevin What is he doing??? Keeping an eye on Hiro, really. Making sure no Bad Life Decisions are made by his liege tonight, while of course, making sure commerce still flows and they're all properly paying for what they order. Or break.]