[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gren_Eckener]

"Long enough to get an idea of your range, but not long enough to stop enjoying your voice." Gren stepped jauntily down the stairs and rumpled MacPere's hair affectionately. "By all means, continue."  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima shrugged. "Everything from the first verse is all I heard, and the second." Ultima scratched his head. "Your voice can travel pretty far, espesially with the acoustics in here." He pointed outside. "Even out there."  

[MacPere]

MacPere huffed slightly and bows at Angeles' applause, casting her a rose. He whined childishly at Gren's disheveling of his hair and sook his head at Ultima.

Honestly, those guys~

"Well... I don't think I shall continue~" He smiles and places the broom down for a moment, slipping back into his shoes. "You are all to kind, but I would much prefer to hear something from Grencia~"  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles smiled and caught the rose, inhaling the soft scent lightly as she walked around the table. She then handed the rose to Gren as she passed him on her way up the stairs murmuring, "roses wither in my hands."

She entered into the empty unused room she had deemed as hers and took a quick shower. Once she was done she began to examine what there was in the room before slipping the bag of gold into the inner pocket of her coat and looking outside the window that the slowly fading life that was there.  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima popped the top on a red drink. He winced slighty as it went down his throat. "It's not wine, it's rehabilitation." He continued drinking it. Eventually the bottle was emptied.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Thank you..." He sniffed the rose delicately, and stuck it into his front buttonhole.

"Turning the floor to me, huh? I wasn't expecting, but all right...I think this calls for something new from me..."

Walking over to the stereo, he slips in a cd, and as the thudding beat begins, he takes the broom from MacPere and begins to sing into it:

"It's a godawful mall affair
to the girl with the mousy hair
and her mummy is yelling no
and her daddy has told her to go..."

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-wvgmZxbe8&feature=PlayList&p=8B48901F9A7B7468&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=8 Couldn't find a decent video of the original.)  

[MacPere]

MacPere smirked and leaned against the bar, contentedly watching Gren sing into the broom as he had. Ah, there truly was charisma there~  

[Gren_Eckener]

"But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Maaaa-aa-aa-ars?"

Here a brief interlude of guitar and piano set in, and he used it to catch his breath. Singing without vocal warm-ups was not always easy.  

[MacPere]

MacPere cocked his head to one side somewhat, smile never leaving his lips. It was always intriguing and wonderful to watch others' styles of performing and taking the stage.

He looked back for moment to find his footing and retreat to a bar stool, sitting comfortably.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"It's on Amerika's tortured brow
That Mickey Mousehas grown up a cow
Now the workershave struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote itten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Maaaa-aa-aa-ars?

He air-guitars out the last few chords, and as the music fades and he phone rings in the background, he lets the broom fall with a thud to the floor.

'Thank you..."

(Boo, class. I may just play on this through it, so I could be back in a few.)  

[MacPere]

MacPere beams and applauds, standing from his stool. "Wondrous~"

(Shouldn't you be concentrating in class~? xD)  

[Gren_Eckener]

"I'm glad you liked it...sometimes I have trouble hitting Bowie's pitches right; his range is absurd."

(Yes, but you underestimate my multi-taking abilities. xp )  

[MacPere]

"I agree. However, your voice is smooth as silk~" MacPere cooed, pointing a finger to the bar. "Could I get you drink after that wonderful performance~?"

(Ah, perhaps~ We'll see~)  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh, yes...thanks! I'd like a water, with a twist of lemon. Something simple..."

Gren walked over to the bar and took his favored stool. "You know, you spoil me."

(I'd be drawing pictures otherwise. Besides, I'm on Dean's list. I'll be fine. 3nodding )  

[MacPere]

"I spoil you? Bah, I wish I could~"

MacPere takes down a tall glass, filling it with a few ice cubes and filtered water. He walks to the kitchen and slices a lemon in two, cutting a part of the half and fixing it to the glass' side whilst squeezing the juice into the glass.

"Speaking of which, did anything useful come of the trickbox?"

(Mm... I do hope so~)