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

[aintnoconvict]

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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[demonologist]

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?"

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

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."

[bigbad]

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.

[demonologist]

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."

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

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."

[bigbad]

"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."

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

"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."

[demonologist]

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."

[bigbad]

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?"

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

"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.