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sanctuaryrpgTo 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.]
Re: Sabine
Date: 2016-06-15 07:01 pm (UTC)"Oh. Damn." That was a tough choice to make, or appreciate. "Yes, no, it's personal of course. Just curious. Don't want to have to grab him."
Re: Sabine
Date: 2016-06-19 05:48 am (UTC)"For that matter, if an army of ghosts ever starts massacring innocent people," Sabine added in a tone that said it wasn't quite as ridiculous as it sounded. "So would I."
Re: Sabine
Date: 2016-06-20 12:27 am (UTC)Marie just didn't want to get burned at any ends. "..ghosts can massacre people?" What?
Re: Sabine
Date: 2016-06-24 10:49 pm (UTC)The other questions were more complicated, so she let them settle a few moments while drank a bit more of her beer. "Scott and I aren't together. He's still married and I'm involved." And as long as they still had a hope of going home, that would keep them apart. "As for ghosts, when I'm controlling them, yes, they can massacre people. They need weapons to strike with, but they're surprisingly resourceful. Which is why I said to take me out. They can do much more than haunt without me and the connection with all but my companions severs when I'm unconscious." She gave Marie a level look. "I'd appreciate it if that didn't become public knowledge."
Re: Sabine
Date: 2016-06-25 05:54 pm (UTC)"Oh. Well." Being untouchable at least prevented from love mathematical problems. "That's a - that's a lot. And of course, I'm not telling anyone. Who can I tell, any way, the butt load of friends that suddenly popped up here? Don't worry, I don't have anyone and it's not really a subject for cute conversation either."
"Okay, let me swing a hammer around now, give myself some excuse for being here."