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015 ± [visual/location: sanctuary square] and we'll all float on okay

It had been a hell of a month, which was probably why the Extras had set up a bit of a party in Sanctuary Square. There were grills grilling away, tables filled with the usual barbeque fixings, and even a few small carnival games set up in a corner. There was also a whole lot of song and dance occurring, as that...seemed to be the thing.

Glitch, naturally, had been drawn to whole shebang. And clearly he had at least one more song to share, and it got broadcast over the tablets.

"Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours
To get paid by aliens
Till it's five P.M.
Because now you're
In Taxon
Where the folks are broke.
In Taxon
Where your life's a joke.
In Taxon
Where some folks are pretty batty,
and now you're
Home with abductees..."

There were more verses, but they weren't for him. Apparently.

ooc: block party holiday post thingy is GO, timed for after things in the Master plot have settled down. Tag in and start your own threads,and if you want to chime in on the song it can be found here. Or chime in with any tunes you've been saving up for the month :D

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Kirk's in the Sanctuary Square more for the sake of wandering around aimlessly as he shuffles through the dozen or so conflicting thoughts in his head and was not intending on joining in on the singing what-so-ever, but Taxon, as always, has other ideas. He'd been spared so far, but it seems today is the day his luck ends as he jumps in with the next verse as soon as Glitch finishes his.

"Yes, now you're
in Taxon
Where the trams don't stop
in Taxon
Where the company is slop
in Taxon
Where the overlords eavesdrop
through the trees
We're abductees..."

At least his voice is nice?

A party? You bet Lorne is there. Especially if it's a party with as much singing and dancing as this one. What impels him to chime in is perhaps 20% due to the glitch and 80% because Lorne thinks that bursting into song in public is by its very nature a good idea.

"Back home you cater to a million jerks.
Back home you're messengers and mailroom clerks
eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
Back home you fight in all your wars.
You subdue the criminals on their warehouse floors.
Your morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse."

Things have been much more lively since Tony's temporary move-in. It's just the boost Kaylee's been needing to get herself up and out a bit more, and really, a party so close to the Ranch can't be resisted. Too much work and no play makes Kaylee...well, actually, she really doesn't mind the work, but she has been missing company.

She wasn't expecting to be singing on arrival, though...

"Because you're in Taxon
Where they've got no ships.
You're in Taxon
Where they let nothin' slip.
You're in Taxon
Where they've implanted chips and boundaries--
We're abductees...
We're abductees...
We're abductees...
We're abductees!"

Lorne smiles at Kaylee - he surely likes what he sees in her aura when she sings! - but before he can say a proper hello, he finds himself swept up in the song again.

"Kidnapped! Never been good at being kidnapped
I keep asking them why I can't get unkidnapped
and they tell me 'Gee, can't tell you that.
Now go kick off drama, kid.'"

Behold, it is a Glitch. He needs to be trolled and/or introduced to the wonders of cotton candy. Or funnel cake. Or deep-fried Twinkies. Or corndogs. Or...you get the idea.

Did someone say funnel cake? Because Kara is just going to be wandering around thisaway, munching on one, powdered sugar getting all over her mouth.

"I know I had a napkin around here somewhere..."

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A lady in distress? Oh no, Glitch will not abide this. He reached into his waistcoat pocket and took out a clean kerchief.

"Here," he said and approached Kara with a smile, holding the kerchief out to her. "Not quite a napkin, but I-I think it'll do."

"Oh, thanks." Kara takes the kerchief with a grateful- if a bit powdery- smile and dabs at her mouth. She frowns a little then. "I'd, uh, offer this back, but something tells me you don't want a hankie covered in powdered sugar."

"I've got more," Glitch assured her. Two more on his person and who knows how many back at the Northern Island, a gentleman must always be prepared. He peered at the funnel cake with interest. "W-what do you have there?"

"Oh, good. I don't feel as bad for messing this one up, then."

She looked down at the plate in her hands and then back up at Glitch. "This? It's funnel cake. It's usually fair food, from what I've seen and it's pretty good. Clog-up-your-arteries sweet, but really good."

"Oh," Glitch remarked with a nod of appreciation. Any facts, any information was helpful, and he was grateful for it. "I don't remember if we have them in my world - I'm from the Outer Zone - but it sounds good. A-although don't see anything...funnely about it."

He's a bit literal minded, bear with him.

"Don't worry too much. They weren't exactly common back where I used to live before... well, before Earth." She still forgets that she doesn't really have a need to hide the fact that she's an alien here. It's refreshing, if a bit weird after trying to be human for so long. "And apparently they're made with a funnel. The dough gets pushed through one into a deep-fat-fryer to cook it."

Kara looks down at the one she's been ripping pieces off of. Then, she holds out the plate to Glitch. "Wanna try a bite?"

"Oh! Another...non-Earth person, sort of." Glitch grinned and nodded in greeting. "Name's Glitch, nice to meet you."

Engineering and food, two of his favorite things. He had to see the process for himself and made a mental note to do so, but for now he'd settle for sampling the finished product. "I'd love to, thank you," he said, and gingerly picked up one of the pieces.

"For the first... large chunk of my life, yeah." She smiles and tries to figure out a way to get a free hand. A moment later she just wiggles her fingers in a wave. "You too. I'm Kara."

She watches Glitch a little eagerly as he takes the piece. One of her favorite things when she'd first ended up on Earth was trying all the interesting foods. And now she gets to see someone else's first reaction to something; the role reversal is a little exciting. "Well...?

Glitch nodded again and tried filing her name away. For now he'd associate her with funnel cake (it was silly how many people were linked with food), and as for the impression that would leave...he took a cautious bite of the confection.

"Mm!" he replied, eyes wide before they drifted closed. The cloying powdered sugar contrasted with the light crispiness of the cake's outer shell, then melted into the fluffy interior. It was unique and fascinating, and he grinned and opened his eyes again. "Oh, that's marvelous, isn't it?"

Kara grins in return and, not really thinking, crosses her legs to sit Indian style while she's mid-air. "It really is. Probably one of my favorite Earth foods, even if I don't eat it that often." After all, what if she was eating one and then had to fight someone? Supergirl isn't quite as intimidating when her face is smeared with sugar and her cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunks.

"It is a delicacy best reserved for special occasions," Glitch agreed heartily.

So absorbed was he in food that it took a double-take for him to notice that Kara was...doing what she was going. He blinked, frowned, tilted his head, raised a finger. "Um. You...seem to be making gravity optional. I was thinking it was one of those constants of the universe."

A confused look at then a look down at herself and Kara's laughing a little nervously. "Uh... not as constant as you'd think, I guess. I don't actually know how it works, to be honest, so I might not actually be nullifying gravity. It's... part of the whole alien thing. So long as I've got sunlight from a yellow giant I can do some pretty awesome things."

"Really?" Glitch remarked and proceeded to walk around Kara, profoundly curious. He even crouched down and swept an arm through the space between her and the ground.

"Well that's just nifty," he said as he stood up again and flashed her a grin. "And it makes sense. All sorts of things are solar powered, why not people too?"

Yep, "people", not aliens, Glitch has this tendency to group everyone together as just folks.

Kara let out a small giggle as Glitch did his little inspection. This was such a normal thing back home; it gave her a little ego-boost to see someone so curious and surprised by her powers.

"And the great thing is I keep working, even in the dark. So I'm like solar power 2.0," she said with a grin.

For having spent most of his life around magic users, Glitch is still quite easily impressed. Kara's casualness about the whole thing certainly helps.

"That's nifty," he said again and shook his head in wonder. "One good thing about being stuck here, you get to meet all these different sorts of folks."

And here's the Doctor, looking tired, drawn, and more than a little worse for wear. He hates parties, and he's a little worried about people showing up and trying to arrest him. Hence, the portable sunlight he's keeping in one of his pockets.

Still, he's picking on the nibbles and keeping to the sidelines, ready to run if necessary.

DG wasn't entirely sure how to approach the Doctor. She'd managed to put aside their differences earlier in the week, trusting him despite numerous reasons not to. Now the crisis had passed and she didn't know where they stood.

He looked a little distant. He was at the party but his mind was probably somewhere else. It wasn't the right time for an in depth discussion about artificial brains or whatever he was planning.

"Hey," she said, stepping up beside him and pretending to examine the food.

Spike likes parties. And this one has hot dogs. He snags one and piles it high with all the fixings available. What's that about vampires not being able to taste human food? Apparently no one told Spike that, or if they did, he didn't listen. He does also have a bottle of pig's blood from a hatch, though, for something filling. This party provides the best refreshments ever.

Then, he takes his food and finds a place away from the music and dancing to sit and eat.

Wesley's been kicking it on the dance floor. He wasn't going to but then the music and singing started up and that was it. Eventually he gets hungry and grabs some of the barbecued ribs on a paper plate, a handful of serviettes and heads to a quieter corner to enjoy them.

That's when he spies Spike. He's still not certain how to interact with him, but with the vampire now having a soul and helping with Cordelia's rescue and being a white-hat now, he ought to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Smashing party, isn't it?"

Lorne waltzes off the dance floor when he catches sight of Wes off toward the side. He hasn't seen the man face to face yet, and he's willing to give up dancing for a few minutes to get the chance to say hello.

"Is it ever!" Lorne exclaims, smiling broadly for Spike and Wes. "I need to tell the DJ to put on some Marvin Gaye, though. No party is complete without the King of Soul." Unable to hug Wesley because of the food in his hands, he settles for putting his hand on his shoulder and giving it a little shake. "Can't tell you how good it is to see you, Wes."

Spike remembers a time when no one would approach him when he lurked in corners unless they wanted to yell at him. A part of him misses the solitude, but a bigger part of him likes it. He doesn't feel like admitting it, though.

"Sure, it's great. I'm not singing or dancing again." He's done that far too much lately. He takes another bite of his hot dog and glowers a little. He needs to find out what happened to his duster after he left it with that girl. He likes that coat. And it's got his lighter in the pocket.

Wesley beams at Lorne and appreciates the welcome.

"Likewise. You're looking very dapper tonight, might I add. These ribs are delightful by the way. The sauce is so tangy!"

And prone to dripping on people, which he only just now notices. He hurriedly dabs at his shirt with a serviette. "Oh, blast it."

He tilts his head to regard Spike. "The singing can't be all that bad, can it? With the exception of Angel, of course."

Lorne just beams at Wesley. Complimenting him on his outfit is the surest way to brighten his day.

"The singing's been quite a ride for yours truly. I've learned more about the people in this town than I needed to know in a lifetime." He shoots a sidelong look at Spike. "That includes you, blondie boy. You sang twice."

"That you heard," Spike mutters. But he doesn't really want to talk about that fun little set with Buffy. He glances up at the two of them. "Yeah, it can be that bad. It's telling whoever's listening which, thanks to these tablets," he holds his up, "tends to be the whole bloody world, and it's doing it in song."

He looks over at Lorne. "And sorry about that. I know what my unlife's been like. Couldn't have been fun to get it all like that."

"I don't know, Spike," Lorne quips, trying to lighten the mood. "It wasn't all bad. Some of what I picked up from that little duet with Angel ought to be immortalized in a comedy routine."

Wesley chuckles a bit at at the thought of the two souled vampires singing to each other.

"Hmmm, that sounds like something I wish I hadn't missed. What was the duet about?"

He nibbles on a rib thoughtfully for a moment.

"So far, I haven't felt the slightest urge to burst into spontaneous song. Perhaps I'll be lucky and the glitch won't effect me at all."

Spike glances up at him. "It had Angel singing, believe me, you should be glad you didn't hear it," he says. "And it was about... I don't know. All the things we fight about. There are a lot of them. We don't really like each other." As far as anyone needs to know. "And you realize saying that means there's no way you'll escape it now, right?"

"I'm all in favor," Lorne puts in. "I've never really gotten to hear you sing, Wes." He tries to put out of mind the one time he did hear Wesley sing, and all the strife that followed from what he saw.

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015 ± [visual/location: sanctuary square] and we'll all float on okay

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