Fifth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Have a Caritas, now open to the public to SLAUGHTER songs as they so wish. Lorne's behind the bar, as always, watching someone kill Killing Me Softly, which is kinda ironic]

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[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

[Luke has been tugging Tear everywhere, and the newish building is no exception. His voice is muffled as he grabs for the door handle.] Hey! Hey, I think this is it!

[He grins widely as he steps inside... only to have it fade. WTF is with that noise?]

... What.

[afonist.livejournal.com]

[He certainly had been dragging her everywhere possible and by the arm no less. It was rather amusing to her to see him this excited-- and it was a nice change to him this happy for once.] It looks nice...

[But the moment she followed the red head inside her eyes widened while she fought the urge to cover her ears. Really now, it wasn't very polite to play a recording of somebody being torture- oh wait, that was someone singing?]

-- Are you sure this is the right place, Luke?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[And because he's a good host (and not looking for an ecuse to try and tune out that singing or anything) Lorne grins and waves at them from the bar]

Well, hidley-ho, Honeybees! Welcome to Caritas.

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

But it said it right above the...

[Then the host catches them. Not with his words so much as...]

H-holy crap! You're green!

[afonist.livejournal.com]

[Had she not been caught by surprise as well Tear would have buried her face in her hand, shaking her head. However, she did manage to not state the obvious and settle with another startled expression.

And in retrospect, it had not been too much of a shocker. The mutated Mohs came to mind ever so briefly while she lightly thwapped Luke on the back of his head.] Luke!

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Lorne chuckles a little at the headslap]

Yes, I am green. Lovely shade, my friend tells me. Want me to go over that welcoming thing again, Mr. Subtle?

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

[Luke whines as he's smacked, but then his guilt complex kicks in. He rubs at the back of his head and looks at the ground.]

Sorry...

Uh... hi. I'm Luke, and this is my friend Tear. You're the owner, right?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[in ur Caritas, cleaning up or whatever]

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Hallo hallo, Peter]

Everything going okay over there, Honey?

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Just cleaning up a little.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[It's nice to have someone around who won't sell him out of a gang or a vampire cult or a nutcase or anything like that. Really it is]

Well, hey so long as you're happy.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

It's a nice change of pace. And I think I'm getting the hang of this bartender thing.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Well, you've done better than any of the people I've had in before if it helps.

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[running, running, running 'round and 'round he goes, when he'll stop, nobody knows!]

[... except, Chaos flooding, is that someone SINGING?! Drops by Caritas to take a loo- actually no, plugging his ears right now. The worst times to keep animal like hearing, really]

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Awwww lookit the little guy! Lorne smiles and waves from the bar]

Well, hi there, Peaches. Love the hair.

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[turns and makes a face at the nickname, zips over to hop on stool]

Thanks, gotta say that you have a pretty unique look too!

And the name's Sonic, not 'Peaches'. [winces and covers ears again when the singer hits a particularly bad note] Do these people even know how to perform!?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Oooh speedy-quick. That's a new one]

Thanks, I do try.

Sonic, huh? It's a pleasure, Hon'. [He glances over at the 'singer'] That's the beauty of karaoke, people assume the can sing even when they really, really shouldn't.

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[laughs at that]

Eeeeeh, well. s'pose we should give them points for trying anyway. Hmmm, maybe I should give it a try. [Sonic, stop trying to crash all the performances you go to. It's mean]

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Well, you're more than welcome to, Honey. [Beams] I can tell you your destiny if I hear you sing. It's a gift.

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[someone got bored of writing on the walls. Or, well, ran out of walls to write on? Which is really upsetting in and of itself. He'll have to start on Sylar's room with his new theory, but, anyway. He's been cooped up inside too long, and might hate the snow, but the castle gave him pretty scarves, and he did tell Sylar where he was going, sort of, and brought his journal, just in case he got in trouble, so he's been allowed out, without a keeper. Heaven help everyone or something. And there's music, which he likes, even if the bad singers are a bit scary, and someone with an ability he's only read about in the journal, so he has to see what that's about, right? Right. It's science. And a need to not be in a room where he's written all over the walls and the theories are clearly all wrong and not working and someone should fix that. So, have a Mohinder, looking a bit lost, but curious, clutching his journal?]

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Awww, look at the lost Mohinder. Lorne kinda wants to hug him, but the guy looks skittish, so he opts not to]

Hi there, Sweetness, can I get you something?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[yeah, he's not so used to the hugging from strangers, but awwww. nor is he used to the pet names, so a moment's confusion, then he holds up the journal]

I read what you do...your ability. Reading people's destinies. I study abilities. I'm a scientist. And I was curious, so I thought I'd...come here.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh. [Well, Mohinder doesn't LOOK like he wants to cut him open and prod about, so Lorne relaxes a little] Well, I'm happy to help out any way I can, Hon.

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[That's only when the castle makes him evil. Which he's currently not. Just crazy. And fidgety, because he hasn't been out of the castle since Del messed with his head, and certainly hasn't been allowed to wander alone and interact with people.] May I ask you some questions?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Lorne notices the fidgety and gives him a comforting smile]

Of course, Honey, fire away. Do you want a drink of anything?