Caritas - Open Friday

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica walks in, greets Tino, makes sure everything is in order and flips the sign on the door to open.


[ooc: zomg so sorry for the lateness! i had errands after work and a bunch of plotty stuff to catch up on when i got home!]

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The Bar [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Have Tino serve you a drink... if you're over 21.

Re: Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Tino!" GOB said as he walked up to the bar before his set. "I'll have a Scotch. Get those magical juices flowing before the show."

Re: Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Let me get that for you my illustrous illusionist," Lorne says pouring GOB a double.

Re: Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Lorne! Good to see you." GOB drank some of his drink. "I wanted to thank you for letting me perform here. You're a good man."

Re: The Bar [12/9]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick walked up to the bar and ordered a chocolate milk in a tall glass, heavy on the chocolate. He needed something to steady his nerves.

Re: The Bar [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Hey Professor!" Veronica greeted him. "How's it going this evening?"

The Lounge [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Hang out, relax, chat...

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe stumbled into Caritas. She looked ill and felt even worse. She went to one of the bouncers. "Veronica...I need to speak to Veronica."

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica noticed her friend right away.

"Oh my God, Phoebe, what's wrong?" she asked, rushing to her side. "Tino, bring me a ginger ale please!" she called.

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack wanders in and orders a drink from the bar, then takes it to the lounge. His discussion with Vala earlier (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/308735.html) was on his mind, but he refused to worry about anything too much on a Friday night. So he hung out, sipped his Coke, and contemplated the stage.

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

After getting Phoebe taken care of and talking to The Tick, Veronica notices Jack in the lounge.

"Hey, Jack," she says with a grin. "How've you been? I haven't talked to you in forever. Which is weird since we have class together every day."

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker got off the stage, talked with Jarod for a couple minutes, then Lorne, then settled into a chair next to Jack, her expression speculative.

"Hey."

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker comes in with several friends - Janet, Rory, Jarod, and a pink kitty - and does not look happy.

"Virgin daiquiri. And if you can make it heavily alcoholic? That would be splendid."

Re: The Lounge [12/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne gives Parker a concerned look and pours her a drink. "Versace, I'd love to give you somehting to ease the pain you have going on there, but I think a little song would be better."

The Stage [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Don't make me bust out the head tilt...

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne makes his entrance in a splash of light...


Whenever I see someone
Less fortunate than I
(And let's face it - who isn't
Less fortunate than I?)
My tender heart
Tends to start to bleed
And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Tho' it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry - I'm determined to succeed
Follow my lead
And yes, indeed
You will be:

Popular!
You're gonna be popular!
I'll teach you the proper ploys
When you talk to boys
Little ways to flirt and flounce
I'll show you what shoes to wear
How to fix your hair
Everything that really counts

To be popular
I'll help you be popular!
You'll hang with the right cohorts
You'll be good at sports
Know the slang you've got to know
So let's start
'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go:

Don't be offended by my frank analysis
Think of it as personality dialysis
Now that I've chosen to be come a pal, a
Sister and adviser
There's nobody wiser
Not when it comes to popular -
I know about popular
And with an assist from me
To be who you'll bee
Instead of dreary who-you-were: are:
There's nothing that can stop you
From becoming popu-
Ler: lar:

La la la la
We're gonna make
You popular

When I see depressing creatures
With unprepossessing features
I remind them on their own behalf
To think of
Celebrated heads of state or
Specially great communicators
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!

They were popular! Please -
It's all about popular!
It's not about aptitude
It's the way you're viewed
So it's very shrewd to be
Very very popular
Like me!

And though you protest
Your disinterest
I know clandestinely
You're gonna grin and bear it
Your new found popularity
La la la la
You'll be popular -
Just not as quite as popular
As me!

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

[ooc: omg, I didn't think it was possible for me to love you more than I already do... and now... this?... wow...]

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick walked up onto the stage, cleared his throat, and then launched into the most beautiful rendition of "Urna fatale del mio destino," Don Carlo's aria from La Forza del Destino [The Power of Destiny] the audience had probably ever heard.

Morir! Tremenda cosa!
Sì intrepido, sì prode, ei pur morrà! Uom singolar
costui! Tremò di Calatrava al nome. A lui palese n' è
forse il disonor? Cielo! Qual lampo! S'ei fosse il seduttore?
Desso in mia mano, e vive! Se m'ingannassi?
Questa chiave il dica.
Ecco i fogli! Che tento!
E la fè che giurai? E questa vita che debbo al suo
valor? Anch'io lo salvo! S'ei fosse quell' Indo
maledetto che macchiò il sangue mio? . . . Il suggello
sì franga. Niun qui mi vede. No? Ben mi vegg'io!

Urna fatale del mio destino,
Va, t'allontana, mi tenti in vano;
L'onor a tergere qui venni, e insano
D'un onta nuova nol macchierò.
Un giuro è sacro per l'uom d'onore;
Que' fogli serbino il lor mistero.
Disperso vada il mal pensiero
Che all'atto indegno mi concitò.
E s'altra prova rinvenir potessi?
Vediam.
Qui v'ha un ritratto . . .
Suggel non v'è . . . nulla ei ne disse . . .
Nulla promisi . . . s'apra dunque . . .
Ciel! Leonora!
Don Alvaro è il ferito!
Ora egli viva, e di mia man poi muoia!

È salvo! Oh gioia!
Egli è salvo! Gioia immensa
Che m'innondi il cor ti sento!
Potrò alfine il tradimento
Sull'infame vendicar.
Leonora, ove t'ascondi?
Di': seguisti tra le squadre
Chi del sangue di tuo padre
Ti fe' il volto rosseggiar?
Ah, felice appien sarei
Se potessi il brando mio
Ambedue d'averno al dio
D'un sol colpo consacrar!

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne sits back at the bar and pours the big boy in blue a double chocolate milk with three umbrellas.

"Nice song big guy... You want to talk to me?"

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took the stage, grabbed a mike, and waited for the song to start. And with Jarod smirking, she couldn't help smirking back.

Anything you can do I can do better
......I can do anything better than you

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod climbed up on the stage and smirked back at Parker.

No you can't

Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Hopefully it'll go better this week...

Re: Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

As the Zombie Band started blaring "The Final Countdown," GOB wandered onto the stage holding a straitjacket. As the music played, he threw the jacket in the air and five doves were released. Four were still alive.

After some of his normal prancing and handkerchief flailing, GOB requested the band play more softly. "Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you feat first performed by Harry Houdini himself in 1936. I will be trapped inside this straitjacket and try to escape while a dangerous animal tries to eat me alive." GOB wasn't sure what the dangerous animal was, but Tino said he had gotten something good.

GOB held up the jacket. "I need a volunteer to do all of the buckles and make sure that there is no way for me to escape!"

[OOC: First person to jump on stage gets to have magic fun. And for all I know, Houdini never did a trick like this in his life, let alone in 1936.]

Re: Gob's Magic Act [12/9]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"I'll be your huckleberry!" Lorne says waving his arm in the air.

Re: The Stage [12/9]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod smirked and leaned against the piano casually.

Any note you can reach I can go higher

Parker ignored him and went to go flirt with one of the patrons.

I can sing anything higher than you

Jarod made a face behind her back. No, you can't

She whirled around and almost caught him. Yes, I can

No, you can't His voice cracked on the note.

Yes, I can Parker almost blew the line, she was laughing so hard. He could do everything her ass.

He turned bright red, but made the note this time. No, you can't

Yes, I can Her note was clear and it became obvious Parker had had vocal training.

The next note again proved that Jarod hadn't. He began wondering if anyone would notice if he hid behind the piano. No, you can't

Yes, I can Parker missed her cue, mostly because of the face Jarod had made trying for that last note.

Thankful this was the last of these verses, Jarod belted the note. No, you can't

Yes, I can Triumphant, Parker took center stage.