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Faculty Party, The Danger Shop, Thursday afternoon through evening

Invitations had ~~handwavily~~ gone out to all Fandom High faculty:
Party on a cruise ship in the comfort of our own shop!
Thursday, May 3!
The Danger Shop!
Faculty Party!

When the faculty members stepped into the Danger Shop, they saw that it did indeed look like the deck of a cruise ship on a nice, sunny day. There was a snazzy buffet, shuffleboard, deck chairs, a string quartet, and much, much more.

And an open bar.

Above the door leading out of the shop was a banner:

But enough of that. Now it was time to boogie.

[OOC: Post is open all day, huzzah! NPCs are completely free to mod. And, um, sorry about the egregious punnery inside the OCD. This is pretty bad even for me.

ETA: Also, if there are any terrible typos or other general errors anywhere, I wrote this at 3:00 AM. You're lucky I strung three words together, let alone a series of painful puns.]

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Lorne confers for a while with the quartet before they finally come to an agreement and Lorne pays them 50 bucks each and promises to give them a ham sandwich later.

How holograms are going to spend the money and eat the sandwich is something not to think about at the moment.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Humans, demons and aliens of all ages! Welcome to the end of school!"

Lorne must be pretty adept at the Danger Shop program because suddenly there is a lighting change and a fog machine begins to start up.

Baby we was making straight A's,
But we were stuck in a dumb daze.
Don’t take much to memorize your lies.
I feel like I've been hypnotisized.
And then that magic man; he come to town.
Whoo wee!
He done spun my head around.
He said, "Recess is in session.
Two and two make five."
And now baby, oh, I’m alive.
Oh yeah!
I’m alive

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time.

Oh you know I was on an honor roll.
Got good grades and got no soul.
Raised my hand before I could speak my mind.
I been biting my tongue too many times.
And then that magic man said to obey…..uh-huh
"Do what magic man do, not what magic man say."
Now can I please have the attention of the class.
Today's assignment... a hem... kick some ass!

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time.

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time.

This is my final exam.
Now you all know who I am .
I might not be that perfect son.
But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done.

The music changes tempo as Lorne dabs his brow. "That's right cats and kittens. We're done. We survived another year of insane students, trolls and whatever the hell was singing in my closet the other day. School's out baby! Oh yeah..."

Suddenly the string quartet seems to be laying down some pretty heavy power chords.

School's out for summer!
School's out forever!
School's been blown to pieces!

No more pencils!
No more books!
No more student's dirty looks!

Well we got no class!
And we got no Madroxes!
And we got no innocence!
We can't even think of a word that rhymes!

School's out for summer!
School's out forever!
School's been blown to pieces!

No more pencils!
No more books!
No more student's dirty looks!

Out for summer!
Out till fall!
We might not go back at all!

School's out forever!
School's out for summer!
School's out with fever!
School's out completely!

The quartet finishes out on a power chord and the cello player then smashes his cello on the ground in a typical rock music tribute to destruction.

"Thank you!" Lorne said with a wave and a bow. "Thank you! You've been great all year! Goodbye Fandom! I love you!"

The Doctor applauded. "Always liked a bit of Alice Cooper, me," he said.

"Perhaps you'd like to do a little number with me, good Doctor?" Lorne said singing his microphone around a bit. "Or do you have a request?"

"A duet?" the Doctor thought for a second. "I'd be honored. Got any ideas?"

"Well if you happen to know it..."

Lorne signals the quartet (the cello now replaced with a new holographic one) and they begin to play.

Movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way Id eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin bulges in the shade

The Doctor joined in, a big smile on his face.

Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Im' movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside makin a little room for a ant to hide
Natures candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out!

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out!

The Doctor grinned. "That was fantastic."

"It was wasn't it!" Lorne said bowing to the holographic crowd. "Everyone! Please! A round of applause for the good Doctor."

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