Post by Quill on May 30, 2011 23:27:40 GMT -5
[My brain ran away with me. >>; This is so ridiculously AU...continuities were crossed like streams at the summoning of Gozer. At points I gave up finding a matching couple and matched personalities. TRY AND GUESS WHERE.]
Ryo tilted his head. "Who died?"
Xonah glanced at him. "Our Akita."
"Evita," a few of the hybrids muttered, exchanging looks. Ryo looked guilty, and Zeluxia had to contain his laughter, trying unconvincingly to disguise it as coughing into his napkin.
Xonah chuckled dryly, shaking his head and slowly circling the table. "You make fun, but I'm the one attempting to do some good. Or do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia's a fantasy in your head. This is Twilight Town. Bohemia...is dead." As he walked away, Nevarx got to his feet, trailing after him to some faint giggling from the others. He stopped at the head of the table and began with false seriousness.
"Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes..."
Jay and Demaix stood, their hands out, intoning together, "Dies irae...dies illa..."
"Here she lies..." Nevarx continued, while in the background, Jay and Demaix continued, "Kyrie eleison...Yitgadal v'yitkadash..." "No one knew her worth...The late, great daughter of Mother Earth...on these nights when we celebrate the birth..." Nevarx mimed rocking a baby in his arms, as the others at the table stood as well, all looking solemn. "...In that little town of Bethlehem..." Nevarx climbed up on the table, picking up a mug of beer in a mock toast. "We raise our glass, you bet your ass!" Bordeaux pulled down her skirt to show her butt to Xonah's table, with Empress smacked for added insult. "To...la vie...boheme!"
"La vie boheme!" Chanted the rest of the table, dropping their mock seriousness. "La vie boheme! La vie boheme! La vie boheme!"
Nevarx started to strut the down the table, moving with a beat that seemed to permeate the air. "To days of inspiration, playin' hooky, making something out of nothin', the need to express to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going maaaaad!"
The others grinned, snapping and clapping to the sound Nevarx was starting. "La vie boheme!" they chanted in the background as he went on.
"To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretention!" He threw that one at Xonah's table with a grin. "Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and daaaaad!"
"La vie boheme!" The others were out of their seats now, moving around in rhythmic motions around the table, all centered around Nevarx.
"To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits, to fruits!" Ryo and Jay grinned at that. "To no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad!"
The group settled a moment, gathering around the table again. Bordeaux took hold of Nevarx's legs, and he put a hand on her head. "Ooooooo..."
"To being an us, for once, instead of a them!" He took a theatrical dive off the table, grinning at Xonah. "La vie boheeeeeeeme!" Suddenly the couples were up and grinding close, with Bordeaux and Empress most easily in view. "La vie boheme!"
One of the gentlemen at Xonah's table cleared his throat. Bordeaux grinned.
"Hey mister. She's my sister." She punctuated the statement with a firm grab of Empress's ass, and they all started laughing.
Sy zipped by, taking orders at rapid speed. "So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls?"
Demaix snorted. "Ew."
Jay shrugged. "It tastes the same."
Zeluxia smirked. "If you close your eyes," he added in a mutter.
Sy went on, "And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?"
"Wine and beer!" exclaimed the whole table.
Zeluxia was up on the table with beer in hand, Ryo just behind. "To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese! To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo! To huevos, rancheros, to Maya Angelou!" Suddenly everyone was up again, with Bordeaux and Jay doing an impromptu tango around the table. "Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion! Creation, vacation--"
"Mucho masturbation!" Nevarx finished with a grin and a shrug. Xonah sighed and dropped his head, shaking it in exasperation.
"Compassion, to fashion, to passion- when it's new!"
"To Sontag!" Jay cried.
"To Sondheim!" Ryo answered, still up on the table.
"To anything taboo!" added a few other hybrids, who were new gyrating in Xonah's direction.
Now Demaix and Jay were on the table. "Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage!"
"Lenny Bruce!" Jay called.
"Langston Hughes!" Demaix added with a grin.
"To the stage!" Bordeaux cried.
"To Uda! To Buddha! Pablo Neruda, too!"
They all gathered in close. "Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!" As one, they delivered Xonah the hand sign for 'up yours', grinning. "La vie boheeeeme!"
Bordeaux had Empress laid out on the table, their faces together.
"Sisters?" Xonah's companion questioned.
They glanced over. "We're close." The couples spread out on the table parted, revealing Ryo pinning down Jay and making out with him. They looked up and grinned.
"Brothers!" they chimed together. Ryo popped up, dancing on top of the still-pinned Jay, who didn't seem to mind.
"Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, carginogens, hallucinogens, men, Peewee Herman!" Ryo spread his legs, letting a few Hybrids pull Jay out from under him.
"German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana!" Jay had produced a joint from somewhere, and was sitting up rather dazedly on the table. "To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy- Vaclav Havel! The Sex Pistols! 8BC! To no shame, never playin' the fame game!" Ryo pulled Jay to his feet. He pulled the joint from his lips, blowing smoke in Xonah's direction.
"To marijuana!"
Xonah and his group had had quite enough, and were starting to head out.
"To sodomy, it's between god and me, to S&M!" Xonah hurried past as Jay mocked pushing Ryo to his knees and smacking him.
"Waiter, waiter, waiter!" Xonah called snappishly.
"La vie boheeeeeeme!"
"Waiter!"
Jay waved a hand to get attention, grinning. "In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner! Bordeaux Van Burran," Bordeaux let out a little squeal of amusement and joy at her name being called, hopping up on the table and performing a bizarre dance on the spot, "just back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the 11th Street Lot will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she ain't never studied."
Demaix hopped in next, leaning over Nevarx's shoulder with a grin. "And Nevarx Williams will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days!" Nevarx swatted him away before looking for someone to pass it on to.
"And Zeluxia, clad only in bubble wrap will perform his famous lawn chain handcuff dance to the sounds of ice tea being stirred!" He grinned. "And Demaix will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song."
Demaix produced his claytar, playing the now-familiar mellow chord.
Nevarx stopped him with a smirk. "...That doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz."
Jay took the lead again, taking Ryo by the hand and hauling him up on the table. Ryo took it in stride, using it as a catwalk. "Ryo will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying himself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub!" Ryo did a twirl at the end of the table, smiling, taking it up next.
"And Jay will recount his exploits as anarchist, including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcast the words--"
The entire group got together to recite in a firm chant, "Actual Reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!"
Zeluxia frowned, walking over to where Demaix was practicing his claytar. "Excuse me, did I do something wrong? I get invited them ignored all night long!"
Demaix swallowed, turning to look at him. "I've been tryin', I'm not lyin', no one's perfect, I've got baggage!"
Zeluxia shook his head. "Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'! I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine!"
Demaix bit his lip. "I should tell you--"
"I've got baggage too," Zeluxia interrupted, taking his hands.
"I should tell you, baggage--" Demaix tried again.
"WINE AND BEER!" shouted the group from where they were still having their crazy time.
Demaix started, looking at the pager going off at his waist. He looked at it, and Zeluxia sighed. "AZT break," he said quietly, rolling something between his fingers.
Demaix licked his dry lips. "You...?"
Zeluxia sighed, not quite looking him in the eye. "Me. You...?"
Demaix nodded very slightly. "Zel..."
((EDIT: I love how I called Demaix "Demyx" the ENTIRE THING without noticing. At least I was consistent? It was late...))
Ryo tilted his head. "Who died?"
Xonah glanced at him. "Our Akita."
"Evita," a few of the hybrids muttered, exchanging looks. Ryo looked guilty, and Zeluxia had to contain his laughter, trying unconvincingly to disguise it as coughing into his napkin.
Xonah chuckled dryly, shaking his head and slowly circling the table. "You make fun, but I'm the one attempting to do some good. Or do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia's a fantasy in your head. This is Twilight Town. Bohemia...is dead." As he walked away, Nevarx got to his feet, trailing after him to some faint giggling from the others. He stopped at the head of the table and began with false seriousness.
"Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes..."
Jay and Demaix stood, their hands out, intoning together, "Dies irae...dies illa..."
"Here she lies..." Nevarx continued, while in the background, Jay and Demaix continued, "Kyrie eleison...Yitgadal v'yitkadash..." "No one knew her worth...The late, great daughter of Mother Earth...on these nights when we celebrate the birth..." Nevarx mimed rocking a baby in his arms, as the others at the table stood as well, all looking solemn. "...In that little town of Bethlehem..." Nevarx climbed up on the table, picking up a mug of beer in a mock toast. "We raise our glass, you bet your ass!" Bordeaux pulled down her skirt to show her butt to Xonah's table, with Empress smacked for added insult. "To...la vie...boheme!"
"La vie boheme!" Chanted the rest of the table, dropping their mock seriousness. "La vie boheme! La vie boheme! La vie boheme!"
Nevarx started to strut the down the table, moving with a beat that seemed to permeate the air. "To days of inspiration, playin' hooky, making something out of nothin', the need to express to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going maaaaad!"
The others grinned, snapping and clapping to the sound Nevarx was starting. "La vie boheme!" they chanted in the background as he went on.
"To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretention!" He threw that one at Xonah's table with a grin. "Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and daaaaad!"
"La vie boheme!" The others were out of their seats now, moving around in rhythmic motions around the table, all centered around Nevarx.
"To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits, to fruits!" Ryo and Jay grinned at that. "To no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad!"
The group settled a moment, gathering around the table again. Bordeaux took hold of Nevarx's legs, and he put a hand on her head. "Ooooooo..."
"To being an us, for once, instead of a them!" He took a theatrical dive off the table, grinning at Xonah. "La vie boheeeeeeeme!" Suddenly the couples were up and grinding close, with Bordeaux and Empress most easily in view. "La vie boheme!"
One of the gentlemen at Xonah's table cleared his throat. Bordeaux grinned.
"Hey mister. She's my sister." She punctuated the statement with a firm grab of Empress's ass, and they all started laughing.
Sy zipped by, taking orders at rapid speed. "So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls?"
Demaix snorted. "Ew."
Jay shrugged. "It tastes the same."
Zeluxia smirked. "If you close your eyes," he added in a mutter.
Sy went on, "And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?"
"Wine and beer!" exclaimed the whole table.
Zeluxia was up on the table with beer in hand, Ryo just behind. "To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese! To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo! To huevos, rancheros, to Maya Angelou!" Suddenly everyone was up again, with Bordeaux and Jay doing an impromptu tango around the table. "Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion! Creation, vacation--"
"Mucho masturbation!" Nevarx finished with a grin and a shrug. Xonah sighed and dropped his head, shaking it in exasperation.
"Compassion, to fashion, to passion- when it's new!"
"To Sontag!" Jay cried.
"To Sondheim!" Ryo answered, still up on the table.
"To anything taboo!" added a few other hybrids, who were new gyrating in Xonah's direction.
Now Demaix and Jay were on the table. "Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage!"
"Lenny Bruce!" Jay called.
"Langston Hughes!" Demaix added with a grin.
"To the stage!" Bordeaux cried.
"To Uda! To Buddha! Pablo Neruda, too!"
They all gathered in close. "Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!" As one, they delivered Xonah the hand sign for 'up yours', grinning. "La vie boheeeeme!"
Bordeaux had Empress laid out on the table, their faces together.
"Sisters?" Xonah's companion questioned.
They glanced over. "We're close." The couples spread out on the table parted, revealing Ryo pinning down Jay and making out with him. They looked up and grinned.
"Brothers!" they chimed together. Ryo popped up, dancing on top of the still-pinned Jay, who didn't seem to mind.
"Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, carginogens, hallucinogens, men, Peewee Herman!" Ryo spread his legs, letting a few Hybrids pull Jay out from under him.
"German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana!" Jay had produced a joint from somewhere, and was sitting up rather dazedly on the table. "To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy- Vaclav Havel! The Sex Pistols! 8BC! To no shame, never playin' the fame game!" Ryo pulled Jay to his feet. He pulled the joint from his lips, blowing smoke in Xonah's direction.
"To marijuana!"
Xonah and his group had had quite enough, and were starting to head out.
"To sodomy, it's between god and me, to S&M!" Xonah hurried past as Jay mocked pushing Ryo to his knees and smacking him.
"Waiter, waiter, waiter!" Xonah called snappishly.
"La vie boheeeeeeme!"
"Waiter!"
Jay waved a hand to get attention, grinning. "In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner! Bordeaux Van Burran," Bordeaux let out a little squeal of amusement and joy at her name being called, hopping up on the table and performing a bizarre dance on the spot, "just back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the 11th Street Lot will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she ain't never studied."
Demaix hopped in next, leaning over Nevarx's shoulder with a grin. "And Nevarx Williams will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days!" Nevarx swatted him away before looking for someone to pass it on to.
"And Zeluxia, clad only in bubble wrap will perform his famous lawn chain handcuff dance to the sounds of ice tea being stirred!" He grinned. "And Demaix will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song."
Demaix produced his claytar, playing the now-familiar mellow chord.
Nevarx stopped him with a smirk. "...That doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz."
Jay took the lead again, taking Ryo by the hand and hauling him up on the table. Ryo took it in stride, using it as a catwalk. "Ryo will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying himself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub!" Ryo did a twirl at the end of the table, smiling, taking it up next.
"And Jay will recount his exploits as anarchist, including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcast the words--"
The entire group got together to recite in a firm chant, "Actual Reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!"
Zeluxia frowned, walking over to where Demaix was practicing his claytar. "Excuse me, did I do something wrong? I get invited them ignored all night long!"
Demaix swallowed, turning to look at him. "I've been tryin', I'm not lyin', no one's perfect, I've got baggage!"
Zeluxia shook his head. "Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'! I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine!"
Demaix bit his lip. "I should tell you--"
"I've got baggage too," Zeluxia interrupted, taking his hands.
"I should tell you, baggage--" Demaix tried again.
"WINE AND BEER!" shouted the group from where they were still having their crazy time.
Demaix started, looking at the pager going off at his waist. He looked at it, and Zeluxia sighed. "AZT break," he said quietly, rolling something between his fingers.
Demaix licked his dry lips. "You...?"
Zeluxia sighed, not quite looking him in the eye. "Me. You...?"
Demaix nodded very slightly. "Zel..."
((EDIT: I love how I called Demaix "Demyx" the ENTIRE THING without noticing. At least I was consistent? It was late...))
