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.]