Music, Drinks and Chosen Paths ((Lorne, open RP))

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The house elves had been busy most of the afternoon posting fliers, or simply leaving them in stacks on the tables in the Great Hall.

Karaoke Night at the Little Green Apple!
Sing a song and get a reading! Are you on the right path? Come find out!
Drink specials courtesy of La Fee Verite, music and readings courtesy of Lorne

No Barry Manilow, please.

It had been a long time since Lorne had done more than a few select readings for people, and when he was honest with himself, he missed it. He missed those nights in Caritas when the music was electric, the psychic energy crackling and the drinks.. well the drinks were always stellar. He always paid for the best bartenders in L.A. that dealt with demonic clientele.

After clearing it personally with the owner and obtaining her blessing as well as a promise to deliver some impressive drink specials, Lorne geared up for a good night of music, song and maybe a helpful reading or three. That night, he sat on the stool beside the karaoke machine, flipping through the song list and humming to himself, the first of many Seabreezes in hand.

((Just like Lorne’s sorting – if you’d like a reading to pertain to something you have planned for your character in either game or canon, please message me. Otherwise I’ll make it up as I go!))

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Sub-Thread for the SPN group

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((Because there are several readings that need to be done, to keep it organized))

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Sam had been sitting at one of the side tables since he saw the fliers going up around the Great Hall. It had been a profound relief that Death agreed to intervene on his and Adam's behalf. But it still begged the question of what happened next and a little direction sounded like a good idea.

Now he just had to work up the courage to sing in public. Which explained why he was on beer number four.

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It looked like fun, though she didn't know that she would sing. Going and sitting around watching others sing wasn't a bad plan. She spotted Sam, and made a bee line for him, looping her arms around him. " I normally don't do these types of things, but I seen the most good looking guy in here, I just had to come." she said with a grin.

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He looked up and greeted her surprise embrace with a kiss. "Hey. Yeah, I don't either, but I've never seen one run by a psychic either. Could be interesting to watch."

Great. Now Sookie might see him sing. Resolutely, Sam finished his beer and ordered another round of liquid courage. He wouldn't get hangover-worthy drunk, but he'd need to loosen up a little more before he even comtemplated taking the stage.

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She returned the kiss with a smile. " Me neither, I thought that it might prove interesting too."

Seeing Sam sing would definitely be a bonus to coming out tonight, she'd be encouraging him in a while here. She ordered up a drink and sat her self down.

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While Death had absolutely no complaints about the considerable amount of time she spent in Castiel’s company, she had been feeling a little.. restless over the past few days. They needed to go out, even if it was just for a little while, and the fliers advertising a psychic reading paired with karaoke night proved irresistable. It also gave her the perfect excuse to wear the crimson top she had purchased at Hogwarts

Which led to her standing outside of Castiel’s door. She knocked and dropped her hands, trying not to fidget with the abundance of lace at her collar and cuffs.

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Cas opened the door, blinking once at the unexpected color and frills and then smiling, his approval plain in his eyes. Of course, Death could have turned up wearing a burlap sack and he would have been every bit as pleased to see her. "Hello," he said, reaching for her hand and leaning in to steal a quick kiss in a gesture that had become automatic.

He'd fully recovered from the hangover from Hell (which in his mind was a semi-literal descriptor) and had been experimenting with his own wardrobe again, eschewing the heavy metal T-shirts in favor of a soft gray pullover fleece sweatshirt.

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Death returned his smile with a bright one of her own, slipping her hand into his. “Hey guys,” she said, leaning in to return his kiss. “I like it,” she commented, her hand stroking the soft fleece. They were both starting to benefit from a subtle expansion of their wardrobes.

Right. She had wanted to go out. Best move her hand before they got too distracted. “There’s a psychic giving readings to karaoke music over in one of the other bars at the school. I was thinking it might be fun if we went over to check it out. Wanna come?”

[ponyfectionist.livejournal.com]

Rarity's room in Sparklypoo was almost perfect. She had been working on it for some time, and was in need of a break. Not to mention that she had barely even left Sparklypoo for the past several days, and had no idea where anything was in this castle.

The sound of music brought her explorations to a halt, and she trotted in, striking a wide-eyed pose of surprise. "Why, hello! Is this a party? I haven't a thing to wear just yet, but I'm in such desperate need of a break from my work."

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Lorne looked up from his perusal of the song list and gave a welcoming smile to the newly arrived pony. "Well come on in cutie, there's plenty of room for everyone. Not technically a party, but any excuse to have a few drinks and listen to some good music, right?"

He got up from the stool and signaled for a refill on his drink. Given the number of Champions around, he had a feeling he was going to need it.

"Call me Lorne. What kind of work were you up to?"

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Rarity trotted inside, smiling charmingly at a passing house elf. The odd little creatures were... not exactly aesthetically pleasing, but they were always so happy to help her, which went such a long way toward earning her good graces. "Would you be a dear and fetch me some sparkling apple cider? Poured into a champagne coupe, please? Thanks so much!"

She settled herself in at a low table as she waited for the house elf to return. "So pleased to make your acquaintance! I'm Rarity, owner of Carousel Boutique in Ponyville. Though here, I've yet to make a name for myself. I've been working myself to the bone trying to make my new room a decent place to live." She sighed dramatically. "Have you seen the state of this place? There must not be a decent decorator in residence. I have orders to fulfill already, but how can I work when I'm surrounded by such dreariness?"

The house elf returned, setting her coupe of sparkling apple cider in front of her. "Thank you, darling." She sipped at it delicately and returned to her lament. "As I was saying, I'm an artist! I have standards! I'm not wrong, am I, Lorne dear?"

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For a moment, Lorne could have sworn that he had been transported back to L.A. "Oh honey, you're preaching to the choir. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to locate a decent tailor in this place? Impossible. Completely impossible. I'm sure Hogwarts will benefit from someone with such an eye for style and design," he assured.

"Can't the house elves help get you whatever you need? If nothing else, they're quite resourceful and take direction well enough."

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Jing wandered the halls a bit, mostly avoiding those rather loud and annoying things displaying the most ridiculous affairs of other students. His hands shoved into his pockets, he walked into the bar, curious as to what the 'readings' would be and no one here pointed out he was too young for such 'indulgences,' though he didn't feel their pull.

A green man was nothing surprising to him, though the energy around him was...different. "Who is Barry Manilow?" he asked as he looked over the man's shoulder.

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Lorne looked up from the music catalog, wondering if he should suggest a few additions to the machine's repertoire. "Oh honey, if you have to ask, that's probably for the best. The sooner people forget 'Copa Cabana' or powers help us, 'Mandy', the better off we'll all be."

He extended a hand with a friendly smile, "Lorne. Have a seat, pull up a microphone if you so desire. I can listen and simply enjoy, or if you'd like a reading, I can certainly take a peek while you do sing."

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"Jing," he replied, taking the seat indicated. "And, I don't think I know any of the songs," he said, frowning at the titles. "I can play the ocarina, if you really want to hear something," he offered.

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Lorne prided himself on at least a passing familiarity with most musical stylings of the world, but found himself drawing something of a blank at the mention of an ocarina. He nodded, "I'd love to hear whatever you want to play. Any kind of music is a good thing as far as I'm concerned."

Readings

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((Because I screwed it up the first time..))

Dean's reading

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Lorne was already working on a pretty spectacular headache. But with a whole table full of Champions, not to mention her over there.. it didn’t really come as that much of a shocker. Well, in for a penny, in for a bucket of advil and an evening in a quiet, dark room.

He gave Dean a smile and nodded towards the small table he had set off to the side. While he was acting relaxed and happy, Lorne could see the tension pouring off him in waves. Tension, guilt, and too much worry for a man his age. “Relax, Dean. This isn’t going to hurt.”

Well, maybe a little. Lorne took a rather large swallow from his drink. “You’ve got a sense of responsibility a mile wide, Dean. A lot bigger than most people can handle and still manage to keep themselves sane. I wish I could tell you that when you eventually leave here that things are going to get easier. But they’re not. Not by a damn sight.” He nodded in Death’s direction, “She’ll be able to help, but not as much as she might want to in the end. You’ll get him back though.

“Your friend the angel has a pretty long road ahead of him. He’s going to need you out there, Dean. The Powers have a lot of work for him to do, for both of you really.”

This was the hard part. “I know you’ve spent your entire life watching out for your brother. But sooner or later, Dean.. you’re going to have to let Sam go.” And Lorne said this as gently as he could manage. The ties that bound the two brothers were so strong and so bright, it made him ache to think about what was coming for both of them. Even if Dean wouldn’t listen, he had to be warned. “Sam has a destiny of his own. And to reshape an entire plane, he’ll have to follow it. Alone.”

And now he braced himself for the angry reaction.

Re: Dean's reading

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Dean caught sight of Lorne's motion and took his fresh beer and walked over to the table. He listened and fiddled with his beer label the entire time he was doing so "Figured that much." The hunter knew, hell it was what he was waiting for. To get snatched out of here and go back to fighting, because this happiness, this time together, it couldn't last forever and the faint flash of resigned sadness that showed in his eyes told Lorne that at least this part was some thing he already knew.

There was an incline to his head, nearly the threaten of a tear when Lorne told him he'd get Sam back, that was what he needed to hear. The rest of the bull crap Dean could take it in stride, as long as at the end of the day he could keep Sam alive, safe and whole. He'd fight who ever , what ever he had to, to make sure this happened.

At the next part the hunter snorted "Figures, some one's always gonna want somethin'." That didn't matter, the squaring of his shoulders showed his determination, he was not going to let his friend, his family because that was what Cas was go it alone, he would fight by the angel's side till his last breath.

Then that next part was said and it was a slow change over Dean, at first he looked at Lorne, as if the demon had suddenly turned human or some thing, or lost his mind entirely. His hand that held the beer bottle squeezed it so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I knew it..." It was ground out.

"Just another piece of crap, tryin' to come between me and my brother. What's it you want from us huh?" Then it hit, the underlying rage that Dean tried not to have lash out.

All because he knew Lorne was not being manipulative, he knew it was true. But that didn't matter, the hunter rose so quickly that his chair went flying back and he leaned in across the table, gripping the front of the demon's shirt for a moment as he went nose to nose with him.

"Screw you and your destiny crap. Last time some one said that, know what I did? Did it my way, ain't no way in hell I'm leavin' Sammy, you got that. What ever you see, it don't matter, I'll make it different."

Dean dropped Lorne back in to his seat, thankfully he had only lifted the other an inch or two out of it before hand and grabbed his beer some of spilling on the table.

Re: Dean's reading

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This was another part of the reading for Champions that Lorne didn't like. When they didn't care for their reading.

He righted himself easily and caught his glass before it tipped over. "Don't shoot the messenger, kid. You think you can fight it, then good luck. Sometimes the Powers forget that they're screwing with lives."

Lorne took a long sip of his drink and waved for another, "Lord knows you and your brother have been through enough as it is," he murmured at the retreating hunter.

Sookie's Reading

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Lorne grinned broadly as Sookie approached the table, "Have a seat, honey. It's been a month of well, never since I had one of the fairy folk stop in for a song. I thought you all were more rumor and legend than fact."

He was grateful for the break between Champion readings. This girl had already walked a pretty tough road, but at least for a time, things looked like they were going to smooth out for her.

"You've got a pretty even path out there for you, kiddo. I know it's not been an easy ride with the vampire set, and don't they make the rest of their kind look positively tame." He frowned a little, still worried for Angel. He hadn't seen him since the explosion that took out Wolfram and Hart.. Lorne shook himself. Back to what he was saying.

"That one over there?" he nodded in Sam's direction, "I know you're worried about telling him about your past, especially about a certain dark-haired Southern man. Stop worrying, kid. He's made his share of mistakes, and let me tell you that they've been some doozies. One of the biggest ones was in the relationship department. Huge, colossal, epic kind of mistakes."

Lorne patted her hand, "Don't be afraid to tell him. He's seen more than most humans have, you're not going to surprise him or drive him away."

Sookie's Reading

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She moved taking a seat. He already knew about her fairy lineage which was something impressive. " Where were you around last year when I was trying to figure out what I was." she said with a smile.It would appear he was the real deal.

As Lorne started to mention the vampires she looked to him. " Thank you." she said giving a look towards Sam. Then back to Lorne. " I mean that."

Crowley's Reading

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Lorne signaled for a fresh drink as the demon sauntered over to the table. It was a little odd, he hadn’t come across a demon like this one before, but he was hardly the expert when it came to demon kind across the planes.

“You’ve got to appreciate the classics,” he said as Crowley took a seat. “And that’s quite the ambitious plan you’ve got in place for back home. It’s time for both planes to start swinging back into balance. Now that the big guy is firmly under wraps again, it should be easier for you to get started. Your big question is finding the right type to help make it happen. You can’t trust most of the demons, and those that might even consider playing ball, well, they’re going to be harder to herd than cats with ADD.”

Ah. Not the joking type. Lorne plowed ahead, “There’s someone here who can help you with that. As a matter of fact, that’s his destiny. If you can keep his half brother out of Hell and possibly convince him that it’s not going to be the same torture-for-grins kind of Pit, you’ll find someone who can take over a pretty big chunk of the business for you.”

Crowley's Reading

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"Frankie was a man after my own heart." Crowley had really only come over to say a polite hello to the evening's host, but what the hell. He listened, a bit skeptical at first, but it wasn't long before Lorne's observations had the gears in his head turning full speed.

With Lucifer, Lilith, Alastair and Azazel all out of the way, as well as many of their strongest supporters, the way was clear for him to seize control in Hell. His ambitions for the place were of a decidedly different bent than Lucifer's had been, but the green one was right. Personally supervising the Crossroads division while reorganizing the place top to bottom would be too much to handle.

He'd been mulling over his choice of successor, and had just about come to a similar conclusion: he needed to bring in some outside talent if he was going to have any hope of succeeding.

"His destiny, you say?" He wasn't sure he believed in the concept, generally, but it was interesting to hear that Somebody Else was thinking along the same lines he was. "And do your otherworldy advisors have any pointers as to keeping those two out of the Box?"

As far as he could see, that would be the major sticking point. Turning Adam loose was hardly any sort of obstacle; as a matter of fact, it would've been more difficult to come up with a rationale for keeping him in Hell.

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Lorne nodded back in the direction of the table of accumulated hunters with a vaguely troubled expression. If she didn’t come up and sing, he’d have to corner her and try to talk to her. “Leave that part to her. Their souls won’t wind up trapped in the Box with two very angry archangels. But that doesn’t mean they’ll get whisked automatically up to Heaven.”

“So long as you keep him in the loop, Sam’s the one you’re looking for to take over down there.” While Lorne believed in destiny, it didn’t mean he had to like the idea. He had seen Champions set off on their destined path and wind up broken and battered before the end. Sometimes the Powers had a pretty lousy way of saying thank you.