i wanna rock and roll all night and party every day

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[Sunday night, after Ariel's posted the notice and all the pieces have fallen in to place, the Dining Hall has been transformed. While somewhat less formal, it's still fancy in its own way - and thanks to teen girl squad certain figures, it's been decorated to where one thing is made very clear;

It's time for a goddamn dinner party.

Tables off to the side are set up to be used for the dishes that people have cooked, whether their attempts were successful or unsuccessful. And if they haven't brought anything at all, well, at least some people may have made extra? There's also pen and paper at every place setting, presumably for the 'break ice' that Ariel mentioned - yep. It's going to be one of those dinners.

At least it's well intentioned?]


OOC; Feel free to handwave you were recruited to help with cooking/decorating/moving furniture/etc. Or thread it out, I'm not your parent, etc etc.
Also, feel free to start your own icebreaker threads!

Comments

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn raises an eyebrow]

That it does. Was he really launched into space and survived?

[redjoker]

"Survived". "Literally had to have everything except his heart replaced with mechanical technology". It's all semantics really. [He strums another few notes.]

Any requests?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Not sure you'd know any songs from Yggdrasil.

[redjoker]

Hmmm, no, not too familiar there. Midgardian music isn't my forte. I do, however, have an excellent rebellion song I think you'd enjoy.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Oh really? Well go on then.

[redjoker]

As the lady wishes. [He starts tapping out a beat on the body of the guitar, tapping his foot in time.]

Oh when the Red Rose, it comes a-marching
Well we will fight, we will fight, fight for our boy Jack
When the Red Rose, it comes a-marching

[Jonny pauses, a grin spreading across his face as he excitedly borderline snarls out the last line of the verse and he starts to play again.]

Spit in the face of history!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn doesn't think she knows the song, but somehow the next set of lyrics come to her mind and she can't help but join in]

And when the giants, they come a-rolling
Then we will fight, we will fight, fight for our boy Jack
When the giants, they come a-rolling
If he can slay them, so can we!

[redjoker]

[Atta girl, Sigyn!]

And when the cannons rain down from orbit
Then, we will stand, we will stand, stand for our boy Jack
When the cannons rain down from orbit
Then we will stand with dignity!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[She seems to really get into it, her voice raising slightly as she starts in on the next verse]

And when the Rose comes over the water
Then we will sink them, we'll sink them for our boy Jack
When the Rose comes over the water
Then we will sink them in their sea

[redjoker]

[Jonny's lets out a short, barking laugh as he slows down the song's pace a few steps.]

And when the whiskey, it starts a-flowing
Then we will drink, we will drink, drink to our boy Jack
When the whiskey, it starts a-flowing
Then let us pour it fast and free

[reassuranceandrevolution]

And when they hunt us, they shall not find us
For we'll be quick, we'll be quick, quick like our boy Jack
When they hunt us, they shall not find us
And we shall live in infamy

[redjoker]

[The guitar's tempo slows, becoming tired, almost sluggish, and Jonny's voice drags to match it.]

And when my body is lost and broken
Then I shall rest, I shall rest down with our boy Jack
When my body is lost and broken

[His grin returns, vicious and ready for (metaphorical) blood.]

Well, then boys, you fight for me!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn doesn't start in on the last verse until Jonny does in a powerful, harsh duet.]

And when the red rose, it comes a-marching
Then we will fight, we'll fight, fight for our boy Jack
When the red rose, it comes a-marching
Spit in the face of history!

[She gives a whoop as the song ends

[redjoker]

Yes! [Jonny laughs, sharp and loud, and reaches out to give Sigyn an excitable pat/smack on the arm.]

Now that's what I like to hear! [Never mind the truth of it- it's all about what makes a good story.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn pats he hand that lands on her arm in a friendly gesture.]

A grand song! I'll have to pass it along when we get out of this place.

[redjoker]

[For the briefest moment an unreadable expression crosses Jonny's face before his grin returns.]

I'm sure they'll all get a kick out of it.