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sanctuaryrpg2016-05-22 02:53 pm
rememory) wrote in sanctuaryrpg2016-05-22 02:53 pm
They don't make jukeboxes like they used to...
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To reach the unreachable staaaaaaaaaar....
From the kitchen that she'd designated as the focal point for de and reconstruction, Sabine barked, "Mimi!" and then choked out a laugh that was half a sob. Man of La Mancha had always been one of Byron's favorite musicals.
"What? You can't build without music and you don't have a boombox!"
"No one has a boombox anymore. Don't make me regret manifesting you." She shook a finger at the showgirl ghost who was lounging on the back of the couch like it was a baby grand.
Unrepentant, Mimi went on singing,
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star.
"I love that line, don't you?" Mimi teased not just Sabine but Scott, even though he was out of earshot.
"Zip it, or it's Tsura's turn," Sabine snapped, cringing at the reference to their chaste, but far less than pure love.
"What was that?" Scott emerged from the next-door apartment through the hole he'd put between them to make testing the walls for support beams easier. There were two more like it in the filthy foursquare they'd chosen to turn into a community area -- for the time being.
"Nothing. Mimi was just asking your favorite musical so she could sing for you. Isn't that right, Mimi?" Mind-to-ghost she sent #Don't even contradict me.# Forbidding it with power was the simplest of her abilities, but Sabine didn't abridge her free will.
Mimi just laughed and laughed, sticking to Impossible Dream until the next person joined them Then she started in on songs from Annie:
It's a hard knock life for us!
It's a hard knock life for us!
Sighing, Sabine shot Scott and the newcomer an apologetic look then shrugged helplessly. "It's not like she's wrong."
[ooc: Gathering post! Sabine and Scott are clearing out a group of four apartments to start with to make a communal kitchen, dining, sitting area on level D. Mimi is audible and vaguely visible as a holographic figure of a showgirl with an indistinct face. She won't interact unless you ping me and ask for her. Will, Molly, Marie, Jack, Sebastian, Nick, Porthos, Maggie, all got a message inviting them for potluck and construction. Anyone else can have heard from them or have seen the 'excuse our dust' sign and stop by. Feel free; all are welcome. Tag Sabine with a note in the subject line; all other tags are top levels.]
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To reach the unreachable staaaaaaaaaar....
From the kitchen that she'd designated as the focal point for de and reconstruction, Sabine barked, "Mimi!" and then choked out a laugh that was half a sob. Man of La Mancha had always been one of Byron's favorite musicals.
"What? You can't build without music and you don't have a boombox!"
"No one has a boombox anymore. Don't make me regret manifesting you." She shook a finger at the showgirl ghost who was lounging on the back of the couch like it was a baby grand.
Unrepentant, Mimi went on singing,
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star.
"I love that line, don't you?" Mimi teased not just Sabine but Scott, even though he was out of earshot.
"Zip it, or it's Tsura's turn," Sabine snapped, cringing at the reference to their chaste, but far less than pure love.
"What was that?" Scott emerged from the next-door apartment through the hole he'd put between them to make testing the walls for support beams easier. There were two more like it in the filthy foursquare they'd chosen to turn into a community area -- for the time being.
"Nothing. Mimi was just asking your favorite musical so she could sing for you. Isn't that right, Mimi?" Mind-to-ghost she sent #Don't even contradict me.# Forbidding it with power was the simplest of her abilities, but Sabine didn't abridge her free will.
Mimi just laughed and laughed, sticking to Impossible Dream until the next person joined them Then she started in on songs from Annie:
It's a hard knock life for us!
It's a hard knock life for us!
Sighing, Sabine shot Scott and the newcomer an apologetic look then shrugged helplessly. "It's not like she's wrong."
[ooc: Gathering post! Sabine and Scott are clearing out a group of four apartments to start with to make a communal kitchen, dining, sitting area on level D. Mimi is audible and vaguely visible as a holographic figure of a showgirl with an indistinct face. She won't interact unless you ping me and ask for her. Will, Molly, Marie, Jack, Sebastian, Nick, Porthos, Maggie, all got a message inviting them for potluck and construction. Anyone else can have heard from them or have seen the 'excuse our dust' sign and stop by. Feel free; all are welcome. Tag Sabine with a note in the subject line; all other tags are top levels.]
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Ianto wasn't expecting Jack to turn back to him so immediately after he'd finished talking to a (very pretty) woman who had complimented him on his coat, and Ianto blinks under the heat of Jack's gaze. There was always something striking about having Jack Harkness's attention, like being caught in a beautiful, shining light. Like always it made Ianto's heart skip a beat, and he had to swallow past the palpitations.
"Oh, em, there might be?" Ianto fumbled to reply. "Do you want me to go look?"
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Jack gave him a queer glance and a wide smile.
"Like run and fetch me one? Are you serious? No, just come show me where they might be," he chuckled as he slung his arm 'round Ianto and started them toward the table. "Are you meeting people? Having fun?"
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Jack's words weren't meant to admonish, but Ianto blushed anyway, his face going even hotter when Jack's arm snaked around his shoulders. He knew he used to be more confident than this, in better command of his faculties, but all the time away from home must have started to take its toll. Just having Jack here turned Ianto's world upside down in amazing ways.
"I've met some people, yes," he answered Jack's question as he looked toward the buffet to find the tray he'd brought. "A woman from UNIT, even. Kate Stewart. I didn't recognize her name, though. And, well..." he went on, flustered now in a different way. "I met a woman named Maggie. She runs a coffee shop here, and her family is Irish."
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"UNIT? Really? I've got to meet her. I bet she just loves us Torchwood people," he chuckled. They'd never gotten along, though for a long time their missions had been similar, particularly regarding the Doctor. Torchwod Three had changed when Jack took the helm. And after Canary Wharf...
He didn't want to think about that.
"I should probably mingle, get to know more people. But right now I'm so thirsty. Have you noticed the water here tastes funny? Really, I think it might be the lack of eostrogen..."
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"Well, she probably knows all sorts of stories about you," Ianto replied with a knowing smile. Kate had, somehow, recognized Ianto's name, but he doubted it was for anything at all like the things she'd heard of Jack Harkness.
"Was there estrogen in the water in Wales?" Ianto wondered as they approached the buffet table. "I just thought it was salty here."
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"Oh, no. It's the pill. Women take the pill, pee it out. Eostrogen in the water, evaporates, comes down as rain, piped right into houses. Feminizes the fish, you know," he replied conversationally, his hand finding the curve of the small of Ianto's back to lead him gently in the direction of drinks. It didn't matter that the water tasted odd to him, he needed to have something. He always seemed to feel dehydrated, and here more than ever.
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"What does estrogen even taste like?" he wondered, thinking about how women tasted and wondering if there was any correlation.
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"Like salt and caramel," Jack replied. "Raw, anyway. When you get it from a body it tastes different. As different as every woman is from another. It's not something anyone really notices. But I'm a little more sensitive to things like that than the average person," he added with a shrug.