fandomtownies | Caritas: Saturday Night

Callisto wanders in after finishing her shift at the movie theater and leans against the bar.

An astute observer, or anyone with eyes, really, might notice that instead of her usual leather, she is wearing oversized jeans and a red Snoopy tee.

"Hey there Blondie! Going to favor us with a tune? Love the new outfit. Totally you doll face."

Belthazor glanced curiously at Callisto, wondering what was with the outfit.

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Barbossa lifted his glass cheerfully at Callisto.

[OOC: This time, with correct spelling!]

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Barbossa walked into Caritas with a smile an a distinct lack of a video camera tonight.

He walked up to the bar and gave his best smile. "Good evenin' t'ye," he said. "Would ye be havin' any manner o' rum behind that counter o' yers?"

"Well yo-ho-ho and blow me... down. Only the best rum this side of the Atlantic, my friend!"

Lorne pours the pirate and hand him a drink.

"You going to be honoring us tonight with a sea-shanty?"

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Inara and Tonks came into the bar.

"Good evening, Lorne."

Tonks stood to Inara's side, pulling off her gloves.

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All the Zombie Band members are wearing sombreros tonight. They'll probably put a little more zip into your song if it is Latin American!

Lorne takes the stage. "This little number is for the only feline in the audience tonight. I hope he likes the number."

The music begins and Lorne belts out his song.

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

Callisto takes the stage, singing "Lighthouse" by The Waifs.

Lighthouse tall and grand
Standing on that cold headland
Shine your light across the sea
For a wayward sailor girl like me

Lighthouse man
Guide this sailor back to land
Steer my ship on through the storm
Back to water safe and calm

Sometimes I need a lighthouse for my own
It gets so dark I can’t see which way I’m going
Oh lighthouse man I’m all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man I’m all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me

Lighthouse man can’t help us all
Some he’ll save and some will fall
He’ll show you where the danger lies
But he can’t help it if you capsize
He’ll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore

Won’t you light my lonely way back home
This sea is full of misery and woe
Oh woe betide those that say
They don’t need no light to light their way
They think they’re safe enough on their own
Drown in murky depths below

We all need a lighthouse for our own
It gets so dark I can’t see which way I’m going
Oh lighthouse man I’m all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me

Lorne applauds Callisto, wondering briefly if she's trying to make a pass at the pirate.

Barbossa applauded loudly.

Belthazor applauded, thinking that if Callisto was going to be singing he'd rather have it be a faster song with more gyrations and less clothing.

Barbossa leaned over and had a quick conversation with the zombie band. He turned to the room with a slightly sheepish smile on his face.

"I be not knowin' songs that be exactly fit fer polite company. This be a ditty called 'The Bastard King o' England'."

He cleared his throat and began singing. His voice is raspy but not horrifying.

Oh, the minstrels sing of an English king
Who lived long years ago,
And he ruled his land with an iron hand,
But his mind was weak and low.
He used to hunt the royal stag
Within the royal wood,
But better than this he loved the bliss
Of pulling his royal pud.

His eyes twinkled as he moved into the chorus.

He was dirty and lousy and full of fleas.
His terrible tool hung to his knees.
God save the bastard king of England.

The lyrics just got more lewd from there (http://www.immortalia.com/html/categorized-by-song/with-music/b/bastard-king-of-england.htm).

Barbossa, having no shame at all, sang them loudly and with enthusiasm.

Inara listened to the words of the song, and in spite of the crudity, was hard-pressed not to burst out laughing.

Tonks couldn't help it - she laughed, not bothering with Inara's restraint.

Servo, taking a break from the Keanu-thon, floats up to the stage

Alright kiddies.

Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three

Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly
Wish to be

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