ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕜𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 | 𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕝𝕝

[tobeclosetohim]

Who: Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester, and YOU
Where: The Horizon, Jo & Dean’s Domain, Harvelle’s Roadhouse
When: October 1st
What: KARAOKE PARTY
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, terrible singing, war, death, destruction; will add as needed






𝟎𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫

The Hunter Bar in the Horizon is lit against dusk creeping closer to the black of night. Do your best not to wander off the road into the spooky, grey, washed-out woods, no matter the noises or movement you hear from beyond what you can see of the first rows of trees. The bar looks like it always does; no unique decor is needed to invite a world's worth of weary Summoned who've been working their asses off in Libertas.

Outside the door is a sign posted: "No spectators, You drink you sing."

There are drinks aplenty at the bar. One-third of the bartop is filled with bottles and glasses so that people can serve themselves across the evening. Still, you'll often find Jo or Dean willing to swing behind the bar and mix you up something new (or, in Jo's case, challenge you to mystery shots or a drinking duel; in Dean's case, you may get heckled or have drinks foisted on you so that you'll get loose enough to join the singers).

Off to the far side of the bar, you'll find tables lined with food before you hit the raised pool table area. Any and every middle American snack food you can think of seems to have found some space. On the news board, beside the free-services drinks and the food table, you'll discover prominently displayed flyers for Julie's Halloween Bash, as well.

𝟎𝟐 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐜

This is the time, and this is the place for you to get the house a-rockin'. Sign-up for a song, and when it's your turn, get yourself up on the stage to wow your nearest and dearest and all those other people you haven't managed to bump into (yet). Cheering and light-hearted booing, catcalling, and song-bombing are absolutely encouraged. Dean will grab the mic throughout the night to call out people, getting the crowd to chant their names until they take the stage.

Everything is welcome. Get out there and have some fun for the night.


𝟎𝟑 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱
{ Playing low in the background anytime people aren’t singing. }

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ᴊᴏ ʜᴀʀᴠᴇʟʟᴇ | ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ

[tobeclosetohim]

[ For requests or to plot things, you can reach me at wanderlustlover or ɑรรɑรรiɳcɑptɑiɳ#6353 ] ]

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀɢ

[tobeclosetohim]

01 → ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ

If you've had the pleasure of seeing Jo happy in the past two months—and you should count yourself lucky if you managed that much—it's nothing like tonight. Jo's smile is a golden three-alarm spotlight; apparently, this is what you get when a hunter finally gets to be a hunter after waiting for f o r e v e r two months. She's got a new outfit for the night, mixing a little of home and a little of ren faire's not-worst. The whole thing is skin-tight in alternating colors: pants, tiniest wants-to-be-a-mini-skirt, laces covering more of her back than cloth, and knee-high boots.

She's graceful on the floor, all swagger and ease; has a hello for every person who walks through the door, and for once, there's no hitch in her giddy up when it comes to getting behind the bar to make people a drink. She's as equally likely to give you advice on what to make yourself, to make you a drink, or challenge you to shots.

You'll find her there and a lot of everywhere else: playing a mean game of pool up on the platform area, equally joining in and heckling knife chess, wandering through people, making sure everyone's got drinks and nothing else they need.

[nadine_he_loves]

Nadine's hoping to just sort of blend in and avoid actually singing - it's not something she does publicly. In fact, she's pretty sure only Jaskier has ever heard her. She sings to him. It's sort of a thing she associates with him, since she'd first done it that day in winter when they'd ended up in the barn together.

But it's one of those events where most people she knows are going to be there, so she figures she should at least pop in. And it gives her an excuse to ride her bike from her domain to Dean's. So she shows up in old jeans and a white t-shirt under a green flannel shirt, which she thinks is perfectly appropriate for hanging out at a bar. Which is right where she heads, taking a seat on a stool and nodding in greeting to Jo.

Who looks like she's having the night of her life.

"You sure look like you're having a good time."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Nadine!"

If you thought Jo's smile couldn't brighten another click, that's another disillusion down. Another thing to remember when the co-mingled high of the day isn't as high as it is now; but that's a concern for another day. Another Jo. Another anything but now. And Jo's going to ignore that and ride the high of this as far as it'll take her tonight.

"I'm glad you could make it." Jo leaned up on her side of the bar. "Get your something to soften the take-off before everyone here starts shouting to the roof with whatever gets picked next again?"

[nadine_he_loves]

"Yeah, I just thought I'd drop by, have a rum and punch. Be with people having a good time for a little while."

It's an important need, and one Nadine is too quick to ignore. She's trying, though, and making active attempts to take breaks from work and socialize. The karaoke part...she's still not sold on, but she'll have a drink or two and see how she's feeling.

There's no harm in that.

"I swear, I've spent more time in bars over the last year than I ever did in my entire life before."

And even now, she still doesn't like drinking much in the real world.

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀ-ꜱᴘᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

[tobeclosetohim]

02 → ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴄ

The night is all about that mic.

From out of nowhere, Horizon's Roadhouse has produced a full-out setup. Raised area for the singer(s), multiple mics at the ready there, screens for the lyrics facing both the singers and the audience. A seemingly endless database of music, pumping out through standing speakers around the room and the ceiling. Whatever you're feeling like, it's ready for you to start belting it out.

Jo had never been entirely sold on the whole idea (it was for them, the brave and bold rescuers of Libertas, not her, after all; no matter that she was one of them), but she's on cloud nine tonight instead. Dropping into free chairs at tables now and then, for heckling and singing along as people go up, keeping light conversation which each new set of people as she does. The same, there's no reluctance when she gets egged on to go next, stepping it, all clipped boot steps, and free hand not holding the mic, twisting the cord coming off it around her finger. "All right, settle down, hoodlums."

The music starts with deep bass and an electric guitar. Her right boot toe taps, not looking at the words, already knowing this deeper in her veins than breathing, with no worries about her ability to sing.

" I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen"

[ Tags for singing alone, in locations, and even doing more songs by herself and in groups with her welcome here. ]

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ

[tobeclosetohim]

03 → FREE ETC

Throughout the night, Jo can be found anywhere people are or need her.

Come the later end of the night, she's back at the bar. This time she's seated on the bartop, right to the side of the self-help bottle section, boots on one of the stools. There's a bowl of chips and a few fingers of whiskey in the glass at her side. Jo's watching the group of those still going, saying goodbye as people head out, chiding them to be safe on their way home (as if they aren't just going to wake up from meditating in a second; it's the sentiment).

For the most part, there's a pleased quiet tug to the edges of her mouth, watching everyone. A quiet, tender thing; familiar in all its newness. Hard-working people in this room taking a moment in the dark black of night to breathe, before they're right back at it tomorrow. (Her home, still hers, still doing what it should be doing;

still here, still hers,

even after she went hunting today, too.)

[righteously]

It's a good night.

He's not as drunk as he's let on, but he's pleasantly buzzed — only some of it from imaginary alcohol. The rest of it's from the night, from the energy he gets when something like this happens. His people, almost all of them, all pressed into the same room, laughing, singing, living, happy. It charges his battery nearly full.

(Nearly. Never completely, not with one particular person missing.)

In any case, it leaves him in a good enough mood that it feels right to do this now — to sidle up beside her after she says goodbye to one of the last people still around. He nudges her shoulder with his bicep once they're clear.

"Hey," it's a greeting, but not a greeting. He's not waiting for a hello back. He nods his head in what must seem like an arbitrary direction — toward what was once Ash's door. "You got a minute? I wanna show you something."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo watches the door swing closed before she looks up at Dean, still leaning close after nudging her. His expression all ... she's not quite sure yet. Something important. But not serious. Imaginary or not; she's a bit more flushed than usual. But deciding that the battleground of the bar was challenging people that if they could drink 3-5 shots faster than her, she'd sing, and if they lost, they had to; well, that would do it to a girl.

Especially one who only lost one of those rounds.

(She still swears the third glass was wet;

but everyone got a round of Hit Me With Your Best Shot for it
And she loved that just about as much as winning before or after.)

She glanced at the crowd still left—primarily small and all of them well known—before looking back. Her mouth tilts crookedly, already designed on what to say post-business check, as she uses her hands on the side of the stool, just under her, to boost off.

"Sure. I think I can spare one minute for you."

[aquilus]

[Altaïr was invited and has no intention of taking part in the main activity, but he's admittedly curious about what this 'karaoke' involves, so he does show up at some point. He doesn't make an entrance; he's just there, suddenly, sitting at a table a little off to the side, drawing no attention to himself.

He absolutely will not sing but Jo is welcome to attempt to persuade him.]

ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs

[righteously]

( Feel free to assume Dean hopped on the mic and peer pressured your character into singing, potentially with a group "chant their name" thing if you need a reason to get someone reluctant up on stage.

Open prompts to follow! )

HANDWAVE IT!

[righteously]

( If your character would attend or participate and you'd like people to know of anything noteworthy they did, but you don't vibe threading it out feel free to put a summary here! )

Kyle

[ushiri]

Kyle would've popped in real quick to scope things out, seemingly take a long time picking what song to sing, then mysteriously bonce before it's his turn. Appearance-wise he's a 6'1" dude with shoulder length black hair tied back and dressed in a long black duster, probably mildly looks like he walked out of the 90s but in reality won't start trying to tell you how while you were learning karaoke he was studying the blade.

[shadowthief]

Inej probably saw him, if he seemed like he wanted to left alone she wouldn't have drawn attention to him, otherwise, she would have said hi :3

[shadowthief]

I might still tag this eventually, and I really might not at this point. RIP.

But you can assume you saw Inej here. She definitely had some drinks, played some knife chess, and was amused by the concept of karaoke (IF she participated, it's 100% because someone convinced her to do it, and she ONLY did it if it was a duet/group thing lolol).

Eddie Munson | The Devil

[satanicpanics]

[ Eddie is relatively new to this whole Horizon thing, and he hasn’t quite found his footing with the whole thing. It’s still kind of freaky and he’s always afraid of what he’s going to stumble across. Luckily today, it’s the Roadhouse. And even luckier, he’s the perfect sort of patron. He has no intention of avoiding karaoke, and he gets up there more than once, putting his entire heart into a handful of metal songs with a performance style he’s clearly ripped off from Ronnie James Dio. It makes sense, though, because he sings two Dio songs and he’s starting in on his third in a row when he’s finally kicked off of the mic. ]

I get it, I get it. I’ll come back when you guys find your sense of good taste, ‘kay?

[ It’s a light-hearted jab, and he sweeps into a deep and dramatic bow on his way off the stage.

He figures he should at least flick through the jukebox and see what he’s been missing. There’s some great tunes on there, but when he sees the words Enter Sandman - Metallica, he lets out a strange, high pitched sort of noise. Metallica has only just released their third album in his world, and listening to it was basically a religious experience for Eddie. The fact that there’s more is practically a miracle. ]

Holy shit.

[ His voice is an awed whisper and his eyes are wide. He looks like he’s just seen the face of god when the opening chords hit him, and he stands there gripping the jukebox until the songs ends. And then? He immediately starts the song again.

This is absolutely a What’s New Pussycat situation and he will be playing it twenty-one times unless someone stops him. ]

{OOC| I hope it’s not too late to post to this because I promised I would and ran into a busy week! Feel free to wildcard me as well or grab me at muttonchops if need be!}

All times are perfect times to tag!

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo at the bar—a deceptively small thing, for all that she's winning 4-5 shot drink contests against anyone who takes her on, and bright as a golden storm behind that bar—when she clears up another round of short glasses, sending the looser to the stage with a laugh and a Dean! We got another one here!, before she turns back to the bar area and hears the words from the jukebox.

Jo's heart cranks out a wave of delight as the rickety but sturdy old thing kicks out a well-known song, and the guy's hands clench the sides of it. Rapture looks sweet, even against the backdrop of the new karaoke song starting, badly. She slips out of the three edges bar and comes over to him, looking down at the list. It changes all the time. It feels endless. Except there's only o much of it, of the genres in it. Not that you could listen to it all without not leaving for weeks.

When he hits play again, Jo has a snort, and she slides into view at his side finally. ]

One of your favorites?

[satanicpanics]

[ Eddie is prepared to guard the jukebox with his entire life. He jumps at the sound of Jo’s voice, and his hands immediately fly up to cover the machine’s buttons in a clear display of you can take this song from my cold, dead hands.

When she doesn’t chide him for replaying the song and makes no move to change it, he visibly relaxes, and grin spreads across his face. ]

Uh, it is now. Holy shit.

[ It’s hard to mask the glee on his face. He doesn’t dislike being here in Abraxas, but there are a handful of things he misses from home, and music is right at the top of the list. Metallica is particularly special, though, especially now. ]

I thought I knew all of it, but this is new to me. You have any more in here, or…?

[ He doesn’t let her get an answer in before he whirls around and begins flipping through songs again, continuing to babble as he searches. ]

Master of Puppets? Killer album. I mean, a religious experience, beginning to end. But uh, that was 1986 and this right here? Definitely not from their first three albums, so if there’s anything else, I definitely missed out and I'm sort of pissed about it.

[tobeclosetohim]

Oh, honey.

[ Jo can't help that smile. It's baffled but brilliant gold-bright because that places him oddly a while behind them, but time doesn't matter where it comes to music. Music was a language everyone spoke, and those tasteless idiot people couldn't move off and stop wasting their air. Any ironic twist of phrase giving the off-key, obviously-drunk crooning coming from the other side of the room. ]

You've got another seven to go, then. So, I'm guessin' we're going to see a bit of your face here for a while.

[ She gets it. A bit. Even if she doesn't say it and nothing in her expression implies it. Death Magnetic came out last year, and that was the ninth. She's going to die this year, and the world will go on making music, and they'll still put out another album before another decade passes. ]

idk how i totally missed this

[righteously]

( Hey, it ain't all jeers and japes from the peanut gallery over Eddie's song selection. He gets a small but vocal fan base in the form of Dean, who perks up as soon as he hears RJD start blaring from the speakers.

Sure as hell isn't expecting it from a teenager — do they even know who Ronnie James Dio is? Don't the Youths consider classic rock to be, like, Weezer or some crap these days?

In any case, Eddie gets a sharp whistle, a hearty round of applause, and a hell yeah for his troubles off and on throughout the night.

When what clearly must be his child from an alternate timeline starts playing Metallica for the second time in a row, Dean ambles over, looking amused and sipping on a beer. )

You two need a little alone time? ( Eddie and the Jukebox, that is — which, by the way, would make an awesome band name. ) You look like you're having a stroke.

[satanicpanics]

[ Okay, maybe it wasn’t all japes and jeers, and Eddie wasn’t deaf to the fact that there was one exceptional audience member cheering him on.

Eddie looks prepared to guard the jukebox with his life if anyone dares to come between him and a killer guitar solo, but he lets his guard down a bit when he realizes it’s Dean, or as Eddie has dubbed him in his head, The Guy With The Good Taste. A kindred spirit in one form or another at the very least. ]

Love at first listen, dude.

[ And based on his expression, he truly does look like he’s found the love of his life. ]

They just came out with an album back home but, uh, it wasn't this. It's metal as hell, but it wasn't this.

[righteously]

( Well, that earns the kid a blink. So yeah, he knows about the time discrepancies, he knows there are years apart for him and Jo, for him and Lucifer. Hell, for him and a handful of the other summoned, too. But that difference usually isn't more than a handful of years.

Color him faintly incredulous as he does some Quick Maths out loud. )

They just came out with- holy crap, dude, what year are you from? Like '88?

( That's right, Edward. There's another. He can recite them along with the release dates, and it is sad. )

forgive me in turn for being late!

[cointosser]

[It is a truly rare occurrence that anyone on a karaoke microphone (and thank you for introducing him to such a thing a year ago, Julie) catches his attention. Most of the, ah, talent that is placed upon the stage could hardly be called that. And while the intention of it being more for fun instead of whether the user is good has been impressed upon him --

It's difficult to listen to. Sometimes. (Most of the time. Gods, the summoned are not gifted with music.)

At least he's learned to stop voicing his objections. Jaskier does recognize Dean is a fine purveyor of music, but not, necessarily, a creator of one. So it is on the stage that the younger man catches Jaskier's eye (ears), and only once he's at the jukebox and the same song has played six times (it is a very good song, so there's that) does the bard approach, red leather coat hanging around him, as usual.] You have quite a bit of skill for someone only singing for amusement. Surely that's not your first performance?

absolutely not (no, it's cool!)

[satanicpanics]

[ Eddie’s talents do not really lie in singing, that much is clear. He can keep a tune, but it’s really no better than any other guy who sings along way too loudly to the radio in his car.

His passion is more than obvious, though. He loves music. It’s one of his two loves in life, right up there next to Dungeons and Dragons. He appears irritated at first as another person comes to interrupt his single song Metallica marathon, but when the topic is music, he visibly relaxes and even flashes a grin. ]

Yeah, thanks man. I’ve got a band back home, but I’m not much of a singer, if I’m being honest? None of us are, really, but no one ever told Ozzy Osbourne he couldn’t sing so, uh...

[ He shrugs. ]

Big deal, I guess. I play the guitar.

nooooo

[cointosser]

[It certainly isn't up to the standard of a bard, but it's... it's good, he thinks. And it is not entirely about what he sounds like, but --]

Er. I'm not sure who that is, but I'm certain it doesn't matter who tells you that you cannot sing, either. It's not about the tone of voice or how the notes are sung. It's... [His hand moves through the air as he searches for the word.]

It's the energy one brings. The energy of a performer. If you have the confidence and the energy, you can convince plenty of people that unmodified talent lay behind you.

[One of the hardest things he has learned as a bard is to make his craft seem as if it's easy. As if anyone could do it -- and then to prove, by the end of the show, why they cannot. Why it is specifically him the audience comes to see.]

Oh! The guitar. I'm rather new to the instrument, myself, though I have been enjoying its unique qualities. [Given that it's the Horizon and Jaskier has spent more than enough time here, when he holds out his hands between them, his lute manifests in his hands immediately, strap already across his shoulder.] The lute is my specialty. Ah! Forgive my rudeness. I'm Jaskier. [He gives a short bow over the instrument.] Master Bard, at your service.

[It's hardly the first time he's introduced himself as such, but now there's a good bit of irony in doing so, when he's so used to everyone knowing his name (once again.) But with so much experience in Abraxas, he's rather confident when he is meeting a Summoned that must be "new" -- or, at least, one he has yet to meet before.] You said none of "us" are singers? Then you... you have a band, perhaps? That performs with you?

[For the love of Melitele, he only wants to meet one other musician from another sphere. The Abraxan natives are perfectly serviceable, but... they are from here. And he knows this world as well as his own by now.]