Caritas: Grand Opening (Early Evening)

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The band is playing music, and the booze is flowing freely.

Lorne takes the stage and bows to the audience before going into his little song & story.

After finshing his song he bows to the crowd...

"Come on up kids and kittens! The mike is open and the band knows every single song! Tino! Make sure you get table four cleaned up!"

About Caritas

ETA: ((OOC: The Host is back baby! Come on in and have a drink!))

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Take the stage...

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Come on up and sing kids. The Zombie Man Band knows every tune and can play it in any tempo you want. Take a bow boys."

*Zombie players stand up and take a bow, all dressed in hepcat outfits.*

"You won't find a better band folks. I dug up these guys right outside of Vegas. Literally."

*One of the hands from the zombie piano player drops off on the keyboard."

"Damn it! Tino! We need duct tape and some more air freshener!"

(OOC: This is where you sing... Have at it!))

Re: Take the stage...

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John approaches the mic, glancing around at the band like he was waiting for them to be Bad Zombies and eat him and says, not really into the mic, "Tom Petty's 'Running Down A Dream' at usual tempo?"

The band nods. The drummer's head falls off with a "BadumpCHHHHH" sound as it tumbles onto the drum set.

Re: Take the stage...

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

*taps on the microphone*

This thing on... Well, whaddya know, it is. *clears throat*

Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, children of all ages, you will now be serenaded by the golden throat of one Tom Servo. You know exactly where I'm goin' with this one, band. Hit it!

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man

I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive

I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control

I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you

The problem's plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.

The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
So everyone can see
My true identity...
I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!

Ha, thank you very much, remember to tip the waitress, try the veal, thank you, thank you... or perhaps I should be saying Arigato. Heh!

Re: Take the stage...

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Suddenly Lorne has appeared on stage.... The lighting immediately changes to suit his Green hue.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Caritas! Tonight there's a young couple out there by the name of Sally and Andy who are celebrating their one month anniversary, and Andy requested that I sing them a little love ballad."

The band starts playing...

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

*Scattered applause*

Thank you. You're too kind.

I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

*Suddenly the music tempo changes*

There's things that you guess
And things that you know
There's boys you can trust
And girls that you don't
There's little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you're gonna get it
But you don't and that's just the way it goes

I swear i won't tease you
Won't tell you no lies
I don't need no bible
Just look in my eyes
I've waited so long baby
Now that we're friends
Every man's got his patience
And here's where mine ends

I want your sex
I want you
I want your sex

It's natural
It's chemical (let's do it)
It's logical
Habitual (can we do it?)
It's sensual
But most of all...
Sex is something we should do
Sex is something for me and you

Sex is natural - sex is good
Not everybody does it
But everybody should
Sex is natural - sex is fun
Sex is best when it's... One on one
One on one

I'm not your father
I'm not your brother
Talk to your sister
I am a lover

C-c-c-c-come on!

Thank you! Thank you! Let's give it up for Sally and Andy and they're undying UST!

Re: Take the stage...

[crowt-robot.livejournal.com]

I got a song for you and I'll be 100 times better than that dickweed Tom!

This song I dedicate to a Joel Robinson.

Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady

Cruisin` to a bar on the shore
Her picture graced a grime on the door
She a long lost love at first sight
Baby, mabye you're wrong
But you know it's all right - that's right


Back stage we're having the time
Of our lives until somebody says
'Forgive me if I seem out of line'
Then she wheaved out a gun
Tried to blow me away

Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a venus
Lord, imagine my surprise

Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady
Dude Looks Like A Lady

(Baby let me follow you down)
Let me take a peak dear
(Baby let me follow you down)
Do me, do me, do me all night
(Baby let me follow you down)
Turn the other cheek dear
(Baby let me follow you down)
Do me, do me, do me, do me

What a funky lady
Oh, she like it, like it, like it, like that
Oh, he was a lady
EEEOWW!

Re: Take the stage...

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Prodded against his better judgement, Han looks at the bad, wondering if he's going to have to shoot any before the night is out.

"You guys know the Earth song 'Loch Lommond?' Regular speed."

He launches into "Red is the Rose"

"Red is the Rose, by yonder garden grows,
and fair is the lina in the valley,
Clear is the water that flows to the ocean,
but my love is fairer than any.

Twas down in the dell and greenwood that we strayed
And the moons and the stars they were shining.
The moons shone their rays on his locks of midnight hair
and he swore he'd be my love forever.

Tis not for the parting that my sister pains
Tis not for the grief of my mother
'Sall for the loss of my bonny, bonny lad
that my heart is breaking forever."

Re: Take the stage...

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

A-hem. Since a certain shiny yellow skeeze is trying to upstage me... Hit it, boys! [[in small text, just not to make another hugely long comment in this poor thread]]

Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
why should we even care?

He was turned to steel
in the great magnetic field
When he travelled time
for the future of mankind

Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
that he will soon unfurl

Now the time is here
for Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved

Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge

Heavy boots of lead
fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!

Re: Take the stage...

[crowt-robot.livejournal.com]

Oh? It's gonna be like that you short, red waste of space? A old fashioned karaoke fight it is!



Don't make me break out the showtunes Servo!

Re: Take the stage...

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders gets up on stage with the microphone, nervously adjusting his baseball cap. He leans over to mumble something to the band, then turns around and offers a tiny, goofy smile to the crowd.

"So, um, this is a new one I just learned recently thanks to my buddy Kawalsky. It's new to me, anyway."

He takes a deep breath as tinny baseball stadium organ music starts up.

Katie Casey was baseball mad.
Had the fever and had it bad;
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev'ry sou Katie blew.
On a Saturday, her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go,
To see a show but Miss Kate said,
"No, I'll tell you what you can do."

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names;
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game!

Re: Take the stage...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, erm... there's only a few songs I know and have the proper register for, so... well... *clears throat* Here goes nothing.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said:
"Feed your Head
Feed your Head!"

Re: Take the stage...

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten speaks quietly to the band.] Jackson Browne's 'Doctor My Eyes', please.
[The band's not bad, for being undead. They play rather well.]

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
Through the slow parade of tears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

As I've wandered through this world
As each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from this dream
People go just where they will
I never notice them until I've got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor my eyes
Tell me what is real
I hear their cries
Just saying "It's too late for me"

Doctor my eyes
They cannot see the sky
Is this the prize
For having learned how not to cry?

[He gives a small bow as he goes offstage.]

Re: Take the stage...

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*is feeling brave and asks for no accompaniment*

*sings a quick lyric poem in persian*

*and no, he's not a soprano but a contralto*

Re: Take the stage...

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders gets up on stage again and says something to the band, who promptly break out with a mandolin, guitar, fiddle, and upright bass. Shut up, the mun's obsessed. He's looking straight at Cally the whole time, smiling so much his face might just split in two.


One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean.
Take her or leave her, she will still be the same.
She'll not try to buy you with her time.
But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.

It's foreign on this side,
And I'll not leave my home again.
There's no place to hide
And I'm nothing but scared.

You dream of colors that have never been made,
You imagine songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
Only the curious have something to find.

It's foreign on this side,
And the truth is a bitter friend.
But reasons few have I to go back again.

Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.
Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.
There's no path to follow, once you're here.
You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.

It's foreign on this side,
But it feels like I'm home again.
There's no place to hide
But I don't think I'm scared.
There's no place to hide
There's no place to hide
But I don't think I'm scared.
There's no place to hide
But I don't think I'm scared . . .

Re: Take the stage...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

This one, well... I think anybody who listens to the radio knows who this is one goes out to. *blushes a little as the band starts to play*

There’s a saying old says that love is blind
Still we’re often told, seek and ye shall find
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet

He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
Someone who’ll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Re: Take the stage...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*If it weren't for the fact that this would turn her eight-thousand shades of red, and she'd giggle half the time, and never get through the song, this, perhaps, might have been something Cally sang instead*

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to frak you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to frak you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its’ your sex i
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else

I want to frak you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to frak you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

Re: Take the stage...

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John decides on another classic.

"Okay, y'all, for those who know the words, sing along!"

He talks to the band, who promptly laugh. John stares intently at the karaoke monitor.

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, something something raw feed, Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Something something something with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Teaming with reporters buffalo ramp fether crop Something
something plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
SoCo, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart beat. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You alcoholic, patriotic, slam fight,
\LiteBrite, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and something something,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Auto move incinerate. Light a candle,
light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A turn of men,
a turn of men, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid bra strap, Lenny Bruce and Lesser Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam buttneck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

It's time I had some time alone

The lounge...

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Tastefully decorated red velvet chairs and booths surround the main area. Feel free to cozy up to a loved one or just listen to whoever is onstage.

Re: The lounge...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*Not being of drinking age, Cally and Anders, hands held, fingers intertwined, enter and take a seat over in the lounge*

The place is kinda nice... *scratches her head* So... which one of us is gonna go first? With the singing, I mean.

Re: The lounge...

[bas-of-snark.livejournal.com]

*comes in for drinks with a distinguished looking older man with amazingly blue eyes (think Anthony Hopkins)*

*takes a quiet back booth for himself and his guest and they speak quietly there, not entirely about business*

The Bar...

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne is taking orders and listening to you sing.

If you're looking for a little Aura reading, he'll be happy to tell you a couple of things...

Re: The Bar...

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue smiles at Lorne as she enters. She's wearing boot-cut blue jeans and a fitted red long sleeve tee. Her gloves are black, and her hair is pulled into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck. "You need me to work tonight? I know it's not my regular night, but with the grand openin' and all, I figured you could use the help."

Re: The Bar...

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Possessed of time to kill before meeting up with Callisto and the rest for the field trip to NPC Leatherwear, Angelus walked the streets of Fandom Town and checked out the new businesses.

He stopped when he saw Caritas.

He frowned.

He had the oddest sense of deja vu about that name, but blessed if he could tell why.

Never liking the sensation of being one lap behind the informational loop, he went inside to take a look around. The bar seemed like the best place to start.

Re: The Bar...

[chasingangela]

Angela walks in cautiously, figuring this has to be the place Jordan Catalano tolsd her about.

She's only a little startled that the bartender has geen skin.

"Hey. I, um, went to school with this guy Tino -- I mean, he didn't actually go to school with us, he was older, but -- anyhow, I know him from home. And I think he works here now. Is he, like, around?"

[chasingangela]

[OOC: The HTML is broken in your link.]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Aw frell frak fudge @#$%! s Thanks angel-eyes! Tino was responsible for the links. The usless twerp. Thanks again! Seriously! Love ya! Mwah! *air kisses*]

OOC:

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Oh, so you already have a band. Do you have a full staff yet?))

Re: OOC:

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

((The Band is NPC at the moment. Would love to get some real players involved eventually. I'll probably have auditions again next week.))