Video, Llama 19th, midnight (cw: it's BJ)

[creepyoldguy]

[Beetlejuice has just discovered a way to get a lot of attention all at once. He's singing a rousing rendition of Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, in his rasping, gravel and cigarette inspired tones.]

Now that I have your attention---any requests?

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OH BOY HERE WE GO (Video)

[namethattune]

[Guess who looks supremely unimpressed with all of this. Go on. Guess.]

I would remind you that the last person to attempt a trainwide nighttime concert spent the rest of the evening silenced and involuntarily plastered to the ceiling. Make your next decision wisely.

[Or he will find you and stick you to the ceiling like he did with Handsome Jack, is what he's saying.]

LOL

[creepyoldguy]

[Beetlejuice raised a suggestive eyebrow and gave it a waggle.]

Kinky. I like it.

[namethattune]

Should you wish to give it a try, let me know.

[It's only implicit in that he's not directly spelling it out, but his tone should make the threat very clear.]

[yondu]

I was just about to warn him that if he ain't careful I still have those speakers and those Tom Jones songs an' I ain't afraid to use 'em.

[creepyoldguy]

C'mon, who doesn't like Tom Jones?

[yondu]

Oh, right. Forgot you're a demon.

[And things like Tom Jones spread suffering. Something he did not know before the train.]

Can ya just knock this shit off this late? It's the crack ass of night. People are tired as fuck.

[He will at least ask before taking any measures, because he did at least sit down and have a reasonable talk with him.]

[creepyoldguy]

The only music we have in the Netherworld is shitty muzak piped in. Pretty much anything is an upgrade.

[He tilted his head to the left, then to the right, considering the request. His ultimate goal had been to get attention and alleviate boredom--and, mission accomplished on both fronts.]

This train is more boring than the Maitlands. [He groused with a dramatic sigh.]

But...eh. I suppose I can always continue at a more breather-friendly hour.

[yondu]

[The difference one good conversation makes. Maybe he would have tried to talk to Jack about the recorders if he'd met him sooner. ...Also Jack bringing the color of his balls into that particular conversation had soured it right out of the gate. That said, though?]

Thank ya. I appreciate it.

[He's sure other people would, too.]

Well... the train is full of kids an' if they don't sleep then the rest of us adult types what help 'em out end up sufferin'. It is also full of assassins an' the result is real similar in the sufferin' department.

[creepyoldguy]

Only if you buy me dinner first.

[Beetlejuice figured it would be at the very least, amusing to see the guy try.]

[namethattune]

And what is it that you eat, exactly?

["Broken glass" is the joke here, though Siebren is willing to redirect the conversation. If he's snarking at Siebren, then he's not singing, and one is preferable to the other.]

[creepyoldguy]

OH, anything, really. I am not a picky demon. Easy keeper, y'know?

[Beetlejuice was, above all else, an attention seeker. And having gained some attention, he was quite happy to keep it, whatever way he could.]

[washibot]

"Is this some sort of odd Earth song?"

[creepyoldguy]

"Mmm-hmm. Sang originally by a fairly entertaining breather. He had all sorts of songs about death."

[washibot]

"Breather? Is that something like a hamster?"

[creepyoldguy]

"...y'know, it kinda is! Breathers are living humans. Pre-ghosts."

[hoardsrealestate]

[ Gods why is there ANOTHER one of you? Though he answers, purely to make absolutely certain you are not the SAME one. ]

I have a request.

[creepyoldguy]

Sinatra?

I've been told I have a Sinatra-esque charm.

[hoardsrealestate]

I do not understand the term and refuse to respond to it.

[creepyoldguy]

Your request, fella. Did you want to hear some Sinatra?

[hoardsrealestate]

Absolutely not.

[creepyoldguy]

Harry Balafonte?

[hoardsrealestate]

Nothing. Hang up the recording device.

[creepyoldguy]

Why?

[He tilted his head to such an extreme angle it wouldn't have been possible on a living man.]

[hoardsrealestate]

Because it is my request. [ He'd rather all serendading be reserved for actual Hell, thank you. ]

[creepyoldguy]

Well, that's hella boring.

[hoardsrealestate]

[ You have NO idea how welcome a change that is. ]

Your disinterest is much appreciated.

[creepyoldguy]

Ugh. Fine.

God/Satan, why is this train filled with boring individuals?

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, Tom Lehrer. How droll.

[creepyoldguy]

[Finger guns and a fangy smile!]

Right in one!

You a fan?

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He smiles brightly, but politely so. ]

I can't say his work is necessarily my style, but I must commend him on his wit and humor.

And that was an interesting rendition of his song, I must say.

VIDEO

[philosopherspotato]

[Potato might sleep, but Potato is ultimately still pretty optimistic at heart- so!]

Mister song guy, do you need a water before you do another one? [Raspy...she is worried...]

Re: VIDEO

[creepyoldguy]

Water? Why---oh! Hey, check this out!

[He pulled a glass of water seemingly from thin air and started to drink, holding up a finger in a 'wait for it' gesture. And he then managed to speak while drinking.]

Check it out! I can still throw my voice!

[philosopherspotato]

Yeah!! Because it's all-

[Oh, oh, he said wait, she shall therefore wait. And wait. AND-

WOAH WHAT WOAH-] WOAH!!! How are you doing that!! Is it magecraft?? Or something cooler??

[creepyoldguy]

[Beetlejuice puffed with pride, buffing his claws on his striped jacket, looking very pleased with himself.]

One of my many demonic talents!

[philosopherspotato]

WoaaaaaaaahhhHHH!!

I've never met a demon before, [Potato remarks, appearing to ponder that fact for a half second.] You're cool!!

What other talents do you have?

[creepyoldguy]

[Beetlejuice's hair shifted to slightly brighter shade of green, obviously thrilled by the praise.]

What can't I do? That would be easier to list. [He was more than happy to brag all day about himself.]

[philosopherspotato]

Oh man... [Green!!! It turns even MORE green!!] Ummmm...

Oh! You could say your favorites if there's too many!!