At first I was alone, I was petrified

[shnpc]

WHO: Teachers
TONE: Worse than yesterday
RATING: PG13-R
WHEN: Thursday June 28th
WHERE: Common Room
WHAT: It's a night of relaxing for some fun karaoke and drinks
STATUS: On going


[The teachers deserve a break, for some reason, and Dumbledore decided to go with something a bit more muggle. A karaoke station is set up, full of cheesy songs that will only embarrass you. There are an array of costumes on a rack if you're feeling adventurous with your musical career. Go ahead, do it, none of the teachers would ever admit to being too afraid to sing.]

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[polariity]

[Artollo is already eagerly going through all the songs. He's not a good singer by any means; in fact, he is usually horrible, although more for lack of trying.]

[At least he's excited.]

Any requests?

[Huh, also missing a lisp tonight. Weeeeird.]

[wwistful]

[Have a tipsy Murdoc grinning.]

Wazzat one without any words? Sing that one.

[nosigntospeakof]

The Beatles! Do The Beatles, Art! Or, what's that song?, that American one...Stone House? Brick House! Do that one for Di!

[What makes this sad is he's completely sober right now.]

[glaringprotego]

[While a few others have sung, Dierdre has been pawing through the costumes. She grabs one and disappears--only to reappear in a very garish bright red dress, covered in sequins. SHAME. THERE IS NO SHAME. She also appears to have a two headed kneazel draped over her shoulders in a sort of living stole.]

This one is for my sweet Sal and Art.

[ NO
SHAME.

She takes over the machine and begins belting out "I Will Always Love You". Sincerely. She loves this song guys. Best. Muggle. Song. Ever.]

[polariity]

[Oh, oh! Art kind of rocks back into his chair.]

You wore the kneazel!

[Art, people probably aren't supposed to wear kneazels... they're pets...]

[itsintheblood]

[She's not singing, but she's doing a shot or two, just to live with the secondhand embarrassment.]

[polariity]

[Well they can't have that!]

[Well, the drinking thing, they can have plenty of that. But no singing?]

Hey, the rest of us are publicly embarrassing ourselves for this.

[thegluethatbinds]

[She's not the only one keeping to the drinks. Coulson's got a beer in his hand as he approaches her.]

Will you be singing sometime later this night, Ms Mercer?

[wwistful]

[Originally, Murdoc hadn't intended to sing or drink. Now he's doing both. He had one drink, to make the singing sound better. Then a second, when he realised he wasn't allowed to leave. A third became a fourth and then he lost track. Hey, at least everyone sounds pretty good now. Even him!

He's singing something akin to Adele, but he can't seem to remember who it's aimed at or which song in particular he's singing. He's sitting on a backwards chair, half flopped over the back of it as he warbles.

He's not a bad singer, actually, but god does he look like he'll regret this in the morning.]

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL-- [He pauses to hiccup] ..Well it burned while I cried, 'cause I heard it screamin' oucher name, your naaame.

[nosigntospeakof]

[Sal is abstaining from drinking (unless someone decides to sneak him liquor like an athhole) so he gets full, unaltered enjoyment of Murdoc's singing.]

I told you, Murdoc! I told you you'd have fun!

[polariity]

[He'll regret it even more because Artollo is recording this on his laptop. Also whistling and clapping.]

Encore, Encore! Don't let the haters stop you, Murdoc, you're on top of the world! Encore!

[arachnoble]

[She's not sure what's really going on right now, because she's had way too much to drink. So many drinks. She's not really sure how many she's had at the moment, but it doesn't matter.

What matters is that Murdoc is singing and this fact is hilarious for...some reason. She's not sure. She's also sure those aren't the right lyrics.]

That's wroooooooong.

[grandhighwizard]

[slow clap]

[thegluethatbinds]

[The wonders of alcohol. Coulson has an amused smile on his face, but he does clap when the song is over.]

[tomatatas]

[It's fairly obvious that Chiara's kept to herself this whole trip. As one of the youngest she has none of the familiar bonds with the fellow teachers as they all seem to display. Not to mention how loud they all are. Spending the past few years alone in Italy making sure what remained of her family were kept safe didn't help. She doesn't remember how to make friends, not that she ever truly did.

So she'll just sit in her own little hidey hole, a glass of red wine practically untouched in front of her, wincing at every horribly off key note and trying to work out when she can politely excuse herself]

[polariity]

[It's okay; Art is kind of the same. Yes, he's loud and obnoxious right now, but it's mostly because Di and Sal are there with him. He can recognize a kindred spirit when he sees one. So it's with a more subdued smile that he slips over.]

Is it alright if I sit over here?

[wwistful]

[Chinhandsing]

'ello.

[thegluethatbinds]

Karaoke not your thing? I've got a deck of cards if you're interested, I think Ms Matteris might prefer that as well.

[nosigntospeakof]

[So it was only a matter of time before Sal got up to embarrass himself. He has the microphone, swinging hips and he knows how to use them. Enjoy, teachers.]

[polariity]

[Art is interrupting this song for a very important message.]

If you really wanted to do the song right, you should have taken off your clothes like in the video!

[No he puts clothes on in the video, but Art doesn't seem to be much minding the details.]

[wwistful]

[The loudest clapping ever.]

Good show!

[thegluethatbinds]

[Coulson's just going to raise a glass at him in salute. Singing isn't his thing, but he's happy enough to offer support to those who are comfortable with karaoke.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys can sing. Rhys can sing quite well, in fact, though he isn't, because he doubts that anyone would find it entertaining, or even particularly care. He does, however, have a pitcher of ale, of some empty glasses, for anyone who's interested.]

[tomatatas]

[At some point, with the help of a little wine, Chiara finds the courage to come over. Rhys is strange, but she's only talked to the other potions teacher, and really she sees it as part of her responsibility to help with certain supplies that are needed]

Scusi, Signor Rhydderch? [That is a slightly complicated name to say gosh] You are Hogwarts other potion's professor, sì?

[tomatatas]

[Somehow, Chiara's taken in more wine than her usual careful limit of a sole glass. It doesn't take much to get the tiny Italian tipsy, something she's usually very careful about. But perhaps it was just the stress of the week, or bad redition of song after song, or perhaps someone kept her in a neat supply of drinks. Whatever happened she's happily buzz, her frown fading into a smile that much more suits a 23 year old.

Oh yeah and she's singing this. With teeny dance moves like this.

File this under things she will forever regret yes.]

[polariity]

[Listen, she will not possibly regret this as much as Murdoc will be, and Psii thinks she's doing just fine! See by the clapping and the pretty relaxed smile. They're all absolute nutters, but that's okay.]

Magnifico!