Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

[glacial_queen]

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play. not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

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[wwiii]

"Well, we'll all be doing it, too," Warren pointed out.

And yes, he would jump off a bridge if all of his friends were doing it.

To catch them.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

He could fly. Totally not a good idea.

"You'll have to sing first."

[wwiii]

"... At the same time. We can do a duet."

Yes. That wouldn't backfire in the least.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...deal." As long as it wasn't Dancing In The Streets. No homoeroticism for those two, thanks.

[wwiii]

They could probably figure out something a little more hetero than that. It would take some doing, but they could manage.

"Any preferences? We've got... pretty much every song the world has ever committed to videogame format to choose from."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Something that's not girly?" Oh, Tony. He was just asking to get hit by one of the girls in the room.

[wwiii]

"That kind of rules out pretty much anything that isn't rap or country," Warren noted, squinting a little. "I think."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I could handle rap." Country, not so much.

[wwiii]

"I don't really know much of either," Warren admitted with a glance at the screen. "Maybe we just pick one at random and see what we get?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Spin the wheel!"

[wwiii]

"Wheel, spun."

More or less. Spun-ish. There was a rap song on the screen that didn't look too terrible, going by the title. Just weird.

"People rap about boats?"

News to Warren.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony cocked his head to the side as the music started up. "Huh, I don't think I've heard this one before."

[wwiii]

"That would make two of us," Warren offered. "Not that I've heard much music before, but-" He bit his lip as words started to appear on the screen. Right. Singing, next.

Heaven save them both, right?

It started with a swear word. Started with one.

"Oh shit, get your towels ready?"

Really?

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. "Hardcore, Warren. Hardcore."

[wwiii]

"That's me," Warren noted, missing a couple more words somewhere in the process, "totally hardcore."

The game was not exactly pleased with him for this, and in response to the hurting that his score was doing, he kind of blinked up and spat out the next few lines, a little too quickly.

"Everybody in the place hit the fucking deck, but stay on your mother-Really?"

He was so rocking this number.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Hey, who better than two rich kids to sing rap?

"I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat!" Tony sang, totally gangsta for life. "Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm sailing on a boat!"

[wwiii]

"I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat!" Warren wasn't gangsta, so much as he was boggling at the lyrics. "Take a good hard look at the motherfucking-" WHY WAS HE SAYING THESE WORDS? "-boat!"

His father would be so disappointed.

... Which was why he pressed on.

"I'm on a boat motherfucker, take a look at me, straight flowing on a boat on the deep blue sea!"

[glacial_queen]

Karla had to put her drumsticks down so she could laugh at this.

Supportively.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Hey now! She could always be drafted into being T-Pain here!

"Busting five knots, wind whipping at my coat," Tony added, picking at his shirt like there was wind doing that. "You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat!"

[wwiii]

"Take a picture, trick!" Yes, Warren did wave his hand in front of his face like he was inviting someone to do so. "I'm on a boat, bitch! We drinking Santana champ 'cause it's so crisp!"

That grammar was atrocious!

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

You mean amazing.

"I got my swim trunks." Or shorts. Shorts worked too. "And my flippie-floppies."

Yeeeeah.

"I'm flipping burgers, you at Kinko's, straight flipping copies."

[wwiii]

Warren had never flipped a copy at Kinko's in his life.

"I'm riding on a dolphin, doing flips and shit," which actually sounded pretty awesome, "the dolphin's splashing, getting everybody all wet! But this ain't Seaworld, it's as real as it gets! I'm on a boat motherfucker, don't you ever forget!"

... Yeah. He was getting really into this, now.

It was scary.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I'm on a boat and..." AND WHAT? "It's going fast and..." OH GOD THE SUSPENSE. "I got a nautical themed pashmina afghan--What's that?"

For a rich kid, he sucked at this.

"I'm the king of the world, on a boat like Leo," Tony sang, arms spread. :If you're on the shore, then you're sure not me-oh."

[wwiii]

"Get the fuck up, this boat is real!"

The language!"

"Fuck land, I'm on a boat, motherfucker! Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker!"

Someday, they would look back on this song in horror. Possibly in sorrowful realization that this song had become their lives for real.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Or just have more shots? Shots worked!

"I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker," Tony sang, gesturing toward Warren. "This boat engine make noise, motherfucker!"