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]]

Comments

[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."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...That's bad!" Yes, thank you, Jem.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Very bad," Egon agreed soberly. "If by bad you mean enough high-energy radiation to scour us from the surface of the island like eradicated bacteria. Ma'am, do you know where the nearest bomb shelter is?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, but I'm sure Synergy will know what to do!"

SHE GAVE YOU SINGING POWERS. NOT APOCALYPSE POWERS.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"You're trusting to the power of equilibrium to tell us where the bomb shelter was?"

Egon only spoke Geek. Trying to translate hurt his head... "Is your hair pink due to a natural mutation?" That would explain a lot!