The Reception

[smelltheashes]

In the depths of the bunker beneath the Greenbrier Resort Hotel is a massive, columned room, intended to be used to hold sessions of Congress in the event of a nuclear war.

Today, it's being put to a very different and much less somber purpose.

The wedding is over; the party has begun.

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Re: Music

[vance_prime]

...

wut.

Re: Music

[acts_of_gord]

"Someone go get Axel," Gordon murmurs. "I think I need to borrow a slingshot."

Re: Music

[boston_bruiser]

She took the midnight train going a-ny-where...

Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going a-ny-where...

Guitar solo!

A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and ooon...

Here comes the chorus!

Re: Music

[smelltheashes]

The good news: someone's finally singing along.

The bad news: it's Floyd Mason, and he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

Re: Music

[boston_bruiser]

WELL THAT JUST WON'T DO.

After the chorus, Voodoo's off the stage and moving throughout the crowd.

"Let's go, everybody up!"

Workin' hard to get my fill

"You, you, and you! Up, up, up!"

Everybody wants a thrill

"I know I'm incredibly handsome, ma'am, but I promise you won't faint if you stand up-"

Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one - more - tiiime

"Here you go, sir - wouldn't sit down if I were you, I put a whoopee cushion there-"

Some will win
Some will lose

"You gotta stand up, ma'am, I put superglue on your seat-"

Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and ooon

Re: Music

[vance_prime]

Alyx will give Voodoo a death glare if he even thinks about getting her out of her seat, thankyouverymuch. She's been on her feet too much today as it is.

Re: Music

[acts_of_gord]

It's okay. Gordon will be keeping her company. With the crowbar across his lap.

On the other hand there are several Shephards standing up, and one very large Dutchman...

Re: Music

[boston_bruiser]

Psh, Voodoo knows better than to try to get either of them out of their seats. He's staying far, far away from them, regardless - the better to dodge any projectiles.

Strangers, waiting
Up and down the boulevard

"Yessir, gravity works, don't need to use your chair as a testing ground anymore-"

Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people

"Gotta use your quads, sir, use 'em or lose 'em-"

Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the niiight

Then, while the guitar solo's going strong: "Okay, everyone, this here's the final stretch, gonna need you all t'sing along now!"