The Park, Saturday Evening

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It seemed someone would never escape from giving impromptu concerts in the park after something bizarre happened. Which was good for everyone else!

While the Holograms weren't there with her, Jem could still give one darn good show for this little island! Who wouldn't be thrilled to be a part of that? She was a singing sensation thanks to the powers given to her by Synergy!

It made perfect sense!

So here she was, performing her hit single: Truly Outrageous!

Look at me, in a different role
Trying out a brand new part.
Don't you worry baby
I know I'll never have a change of heart!

It's Truly, Truly Outrageous
Truly, truly, truly Outrageous (A fantasy)
Bein' anyone I wanna be,
And on top of it all, you're here with me!

Oh!
It's Truly, Truly Outrageous
Truly, truly, truly Outrageous (A fantasy)
Bein' anyone I wanna be,
And on top of it all, you're here with me!

Oh, oh, (It's truly, truly
Outrageous) You're here with me
(Truly, truly, Truly Outrageous) A fantasy
(It's truly, truly, outrageous) Contagious
And on top of it all, you're here with me
Ooh!

[[SO DAMN OPEN]]

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

And there was a giant half-metal mutant with a small child riding on his shoulder, watching.

"DAD!" the small child was hollering enthusiastically.

"Yep," the giant half-metal mutant said, dryly.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"There's my new manager!" Look, it was the only explanation she could come up with for why she woke up with a strange guy. "And you brought your daughter. Did you want an autograph?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"GRAPH," Jan chimed in, clapping. She'd woken up, seen the weird lady where her dad used to be, and gone by the unfailing laws of logic that Fandom had imparted on her during her short years there.

That kid was going to be so messed up later in life.

"Nice to see you again, Jem," Nate deadpanned. "She's happy to see you, too."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to be a singer when you grow up?" Jem asked with far, far too much cheer. "Just like me?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"No, I'mma be Tyra," Jan said, sternly. She was judging you, Jem.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Who? Is that someone from the Misfits?" NO ONE LIKED THEM, JAN.

[wwiii]

Okay, Warren could probably get over the fact that all of his clothing this morning had involved a lot of acid wash jeans with holes in them. And neon. Lots and lots of neon, which he had steadfastly ignored in favor of a nice, simple tank top. Just so long as he was still capable of flying (which he was), he was totally fine with this.

For now, Warren and his shredded jeans and his tank top with the holes cut in the back to account for his wings were going to light by the park, to figure out what in the world was going on, here.

... That was totally an 80s hair band, wasn't it? Or at least the one-woman-act version of one?

"Okay. Whatever's going on, it's totally not so bad, after all."

It took a lot of willpower to keep from using words like 'bogus.'

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was totally outrageous, Warren. SAY IT RIGHT.

"You have wings!" Jem said needlessly. Because everyone could see them.

[wwiii]

"And you have massive hair," Warren replied, because if we were going to be saying things that were completely redundant, he was going to get in on that.

He folded his wings behind himself a little self-consciously, all the same.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was amazing hair. Truly, truly, truly.

"Are they a hologram?"

WHAT?

[wwiii]

"... What?"

Well, he'd met other people with image inducers, so it only stood to reason, right...?

"No, they're about as real as it gets. Shouldn't they be?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Egon Spengler, Ph.D., was checking the readings of the strange new place he'd been transported to. Was it a black hole? An interdimensional vortex? A concordance of energies?

Hard to be sure.

There was definitely something wrong with the girl singing though. The readings were off the charts.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

The readings of how outrageous she was?

"Oh, another fan!"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Egon could spell that. But he wouldn't recognize her definition. He frowned and looked behind him, expecting to see more wannabees. Or whatever they were called. Then turned back around and pointed a staticky EMP meter at Jem.

"You're giving off energy readings. Please hold still."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Is this a trick? Did the Misfits put you up to this?" Darn those Misfits!

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Ma'am, I'm a scientist," Egon said, looking at her over his glasses. "I don't 'trick', play tricks, or turn tricks. I'm also not a rabbit. And the only misfit I know is Venkman." Under his breath he muttered, "Who is probably responsible for this... THERE."

Squeeeeee! went the EMP meter. "Well. We're all going to die."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Hey! A concert. That was just awesome. Mac sat back with his waffle cone and bopped his head in time with the music.

His mullet kept wonderful time.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It did!

Unfortunately, the convergence of so much bad hair in one place shut down her microphone, interrupting the music. "Oh no! Don't fail me, Synergy!"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Is there a problem, miss?" Mac asked hopping up on the stage and his mullet flapping in the breeze. "Maybe I can help. I'm pretty good with my hands."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was just so, so... dreamy. "My microphone isn't working!" Jem said, pointing to it in case he didn't know what a microphone was.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Well let's take a look," Mac said pulling out his swiss army knife. "I don't suppose you have any gum, a hairpin, a duck and some paperclips?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Yes, that was an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on that scientist's back. Pay no mind as he aims an EMP meter at you and hmmms meaningfully.

"Love the hair," Egon said absently, and entirely deadpan.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Nice... backpack," Mac said raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly are you pointing at me?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. It's a custom job." Egon's voice remained detached. "An electomagnetic field meter. Checking you for residual positron and proton emissions." SqueEEEEEeeee. "You're as impregnated with radiation as the rest of us." *


[ooc: only by Ghostbusters! standards.]

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Could it be due to the nuclear accelerator on your back?" Mac suggested.