The Perk, Sunday afternoon

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Good news, everyone! Dr. Erik Selvig had discovered pants!

Pink, spandex ones, but still, pants!

He'd also discovered coffee and a realization that he was unable to do anything but sing almost entirely in ABBA lyrics today.

Well, you win some, you lose some, right? At least here there was coffee!

[OOC: So open.]

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Ichabod held the door open for princess Aurora who will ping back when her mun is around.

"I hope this place will offer tea and pastries," he said. "Perhaps not quite of the quality that you are used to, your highness, but do do believe it is the best we can find here."

[And Ichabod will be happy to have a chat with the singing Swede in spandex too]

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Erik gave a cheerful wave to the completely unfamiliar people, then went back to reading his science magazine and his coffee, stretching his long, pink-clad legs in front of him.

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Ichabod smiled a rather forced smile and offered a slight bow in response. It was hard to judge who was a madman and who wasn't in this place, but perhaps the pink pants were just a new fashion.

"Good afternoon, sir," he said, before following Aurora to a table.

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The ABBA lyrics weren't going to help Erik on the "totally not crazy" front, either.

I wasn't ready for this kind of intrusion
I was taken by surprise
Now both of us are in a state of confusion
Hesitation on our hearts...

Erik blinked, then peered into his mug. "I thought that only happened when I ordered," he said, scrawling his observation into a nearby notebook.

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Ichabod had just had time to firmly place the man in the lunatic category when he himself burst into song, turning it into a duet:

Something unwanted has entered our existence
I think it's better to view it from a distance
Yes I really do

He stared wide-eyed at the man, then glanced at Aurora.

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Aurora glanced between the two men, horrified and confused. Why were they singing to one another? Was this a friend of her dearest's? It was no tune she recognized, and the words didn't seem to be helpful, either.

She opened her mouth to ask what they were on about, but what came out instead was

Aha, Look what you've done
I'm missing all the fun
Baby, you owe me one

... what in the world was going on!?

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"Ahahaha," Erik laughed nervously. "It's not just me, then!"

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"What sort of sorcery is this?" Aurora asked. "Have we been placed under a curse?"

Forgive Aurora if she was wary; Maleficent had done enough to her family already.

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"You are Asgardian?" Erik guessed. She spoke much like Thor did.

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Ichabod turned back to Aurora, hurrying back to her to escape the man in pink. He was about to suggest that perhaps they should find another place, but instead he started singing again:

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Aurora reached out to take his hand, to tell him that she was proud of him, for believing in other people and seeing the best in everyone.

What came out instead was,

I used to think I was sensible,
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
'Cause everything is new
And everything is you
And all I've learned, has overturned
What can I do?

Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Ichabod could have told her that what he had been singing certainly wasn't his words. Perhaps they had been once, or perhaps they had been his mother's, but that was something he never spoke about.

But instead, perhaps unsurprisingly, he sang:

Baby
You can do wonders
Maybe
You can do something I can't
So don't stop doing it
Don't stop doing it

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"I'm not particular, I swear," Aurora insisted, giving her beloved a warm smile. "Anything warm and sweet will do."

Any innuendo was entirely in your mind. Entirely.