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Fourth floor common room, Friday evening

After being bit by gremlins and making an emergency stop at a janitor's closet that for some reason had matching costumes in their sizes, Jim, John, Gavin, and Karal made their way to the common room.

And then...

"Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop *weird finger-to-cheek popping noise*"

[OOC: They think they're a barbershop quartet. Come and get a free concert!]

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Where the boys sing. And possibly take requests.

Come by and stare. Or take pictures. Or just laugh a lot.

Do you like our hats?

Gavin cleared his throat a few times, testing out his vocal range and checking to make sure there were no frogs in his throat.

"And a one, and a two, and a..."

And then there was singing. It wasn't very good singing. But, with the other three boys doing background vocals for the first verse, it was singing nonetheless. The voices were lilting, somewhat melodic and there was hat swinging, oh yes.

"I said a hip hop the hippie
The hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop
A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang
Bang the boogie to the boogety beat
Now what'chu hear is not a test I'm a rappin to the beat
It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet
See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello
A to the black to the white the red and the brown
The purple and yellow
Well, first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Now, so far you heard my voice a but I brought 2 friends along
And next on the mic is my man E come on E sing that song.

With a little nod of his head, Gavin stepped back into the line and did a little back and forth swaying with the rest of the quartet.

Karal stepped forward and lifted his hat off, holding it out to the side, waggling it back and forth. "Hello..."

Jim stepped up to lead the boys in the next song.

"A one, and a two, and a three.."

Jim, when not gremlin-bitten, played the guitar. Not really well, but decently. As a singer, he was a fantastic guitar player.

"Baby on board, how I've adored,
That sign on my car's windowpane
A bounce in my step; loaded with pep,
'Cause I'm driving in the carpool lane."

The poor singing continued as John was in charge of the next verse, with the other gents on harmony. He stepped forward slightly as Gavin had done and snapped with the beat.

Well I'm imp the dip the ladies pimp
The womens fight for my delight
Cuz I'm the grandmaster with the 3 MCs
That shocked ya house for the young ladies
And when ya come inside into the front
And you do the freak spank and you do the bump
An when a sucka MCs tryin' to prove a point
They trust this trio and wit a serious joint
And from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit back and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that lyricals never cease
I created a devastated masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this -

John tipped his hat and rejoined the other boys in the swaying line.

And Gavin jumped forward, wiggling his hat back and forth. "Hello..."

Jim followed suit, removing his hat and... weggling it back and forth. "Hello..."

Karal actually could sing, and he did so with gusto, tapping his feet as he led them enthusiastically into the next part.

"See I was comin home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she heard stories and she heard fables
That I Mrs. On the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
Start rockin through this rhyme like I never did before
She said damn fly guy I'm in love wit'chu
Said that casanova led ya musta been true
I said by the way baby what's your name?
She said I go by the name of Lois Lane
And you could be my boyfriend you truly can
Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman
I said he's a fairy I do suppose
Flyin through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he look like a sucka in a blue & red suit
I said I need a man who got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But he can't rock a party through the early light
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my Supersperm."

Doffing his hat with a flourish, he slipped back into line.

He was going to hate himself tomorrow.

It was a good thing John believed himself to be an excellent barbershop quartet singer, otherwise he'd feel like an idiot taking over the lead on the next verse of this song.

Call me a square; friend, I don't care
That little yellow sign can't be ignored
I'm telling you it's mighty nice
Each trip's a trip to paradise
With my baby on board.

At the end there was a magnificently bad slide, followed by much bowing and hat tipping.

John stepped up and tipped his hat, shaking it side to side. "Hello..."

Pam, still in search of an ANTM torrent, happened to wander into the fourth floor common room.

And stared.

"...oh my God. Oh, my God. Jim?"

She didn't wait for a response before taking a few pictures with her phone.

Jim stepped forward, removed his hat, and sang in his best baritone.

"I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it
And I'm here and I'm there
And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere
So just throw your hands up in the air
And party hard like you just don't care
And just do it and don't stop y'all
A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop
It goes ho-tel, mo-tel What'cha gonna do today(Say Wha'?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin'
Drive off with a def OJ
Everybody go, Ho-tel, Mo-tel Hoilday Inn(Say Wha'?)
I say if your girl start actin' up
Then you take her friend
I say Skip, Dive What can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
And leave the rest to Master Gee
So he can shock the house!"

Jim spun his hat back up to his head and slid back into line.

Molly was on her way down to talk to Karal when she heard the singing. Wondering what was up, she make a quick detour to peek in. She stopped dead in the doorway and stared. Without taking her eyes off of the quartet in case they decided to disappear, Molly made her way over to a couch and practically fell into a seat.

Sokka was there and laughing at them.

Also staring with raised eyebrows, trying to figure out if they were gremlin-bit or just doing it for the heck of it. I mean, Jim was there, so you never knew...

Seely wandered down to see what the noise was about.

Then started laughing. Loudly.

And Karal picked it up again, sashaying down the line of his fellow barbershop quarteters while they harmonised...sort of.

"Hello, my baby,
Hello, my honey,
Hello, my ragtime gal."

As he reached the end, he stepped back into line, swaying to the music.

Jaina had heard the singing. Genetically incapable of not checking out something that might be a little off, she headed upstairs.

And promptly lost all possible words, not that she could say any with her jaw dropped like that. John, Karal and Gavin. Some days she loved this town.

Inara had come upstairs when she'd heard a type of music she'd never heard before, and was now stopped dead in the doorway of the common room, staring at Karal and Gavin and John and some boy she'd never met.

Gavin jumped forward again, sliding back and forth somewhat effortlessly and spinning his hat in the palm of his hand.

"Well I'm the M - A - S - the T - E - R a G with the double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows
The beat start gettin into your soul
You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet
And moving your body to the shore shot beat
And then DAMN! You start doin the freak
I mean DAMN! Right outta your seat
And then you throw your hands high in the air
Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere
Your rockin to the beat without a care
'Cause the shore shot MCs from the affair
Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
I said a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop
You don't dare stop
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
I guess by now that you can take a hunch
And find that I, am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep it strive
Cuz all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind"

And with a little shake of that behind, Gavin pranced back into the swaying line.

And Gavin slide forward, hat over his heart as though singing directly to...well, his hat.

"Send me a kiss by wire,
Baby my heart's on fire!
If you refuse me..."

Naturally, Aravis wandered past.

And stopped. And stared, before quietly watching in utter fascination, memorizing every detail for future tauntings.

Hoshi could hear something going on in the common room, so she stopped in to look. And then looking turned into staring, then staring turned into gawking.

Jim stepped forward, hat in hand and pointing at all of the lovely ladies in the audience.

"Honey, you'll lose me,
Then you'll be left alone;
Oh, baby, telephone...

Jim stepped far from gracefully back into line.

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