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Sighing with both satisfaction and a good measure of exasperation, the Doctor leaned against the bar and shook his head. They couldn't just have a nice moment, could they? He reached for a glass and handed it to Z4, man should have known better, but then again...who could have predicted that the Alpha He-man was capable of both impromptu choreography and fisticuffs.

He reached for his own glass and stared down at it sadly. Couldn't drink it so may as well...

He upended it over A7's helmet, and then balanced the glass neatly on top. "Most invigorating, eh?"

Eyes narrowed, forgetting most everything that had just transpired when Z-8 approached them. Goodness, it hadn't been that loud, and if A-Three remembered correctly, the lass had attacked Fiver the first time that he died. "Oh, as though bashing you over the head with a mace wasn't enough." He murmured, wishing now that he could dress a bit of that wine. Hard liquor was all nice, but...wine was far classier...and he could manage to get himself drunk like that all the same, at least, he thought he remembered something to that effect. Likely not. He was probably a scotch person. "Someone must be hormonal."

And then...what was this? Quite suddenly the lot of them burst into song. Oh goodness, well he had to admit, that wasn't the most annoying thing of the century, now was it? Hmm...the tune, it seemed familiar somehow, as though he'd heard it...perhaps it wasn't the newest of songs, couldn't recall it on the radio. Ah gods, but he wished that he could remember. Even that tune...it would have been nice to recall it. Dis-entwining his hand from Fiver II's own, he slowly clapped once...twice. "Good show." And there was not a moment of sarcasm. "Quite interesting...I didn't precisely think that our dear A-Seven possessed such talents."

Better not to think...about the grim before...and perhaps have a pleasant bit of time before the very end, no matter what that end might be. It didn't matter. He realized that. To cling tightly to the stoicism that he believed necessary. He now had two clingy associates...and they would not let him be distant, in his usual way. So strange, to have people to draw him forth. He doubted he'd have the luxury, after he stepped through that door. "We don't know...what lies there. It's a question that for once, I am not at all sure I wish to know the answer to." That, mostly directed towards Fiver II.

Zeta Eight looked like she might have been trying to escape as soon as that one arm left her waist to wrap around the Doctor instead, perhaps fearing that the display might not be over. All things considered, not a terribly unrealistic line of thought -- who could have expected that? And they were completely sober, it was hard to imagine what they would have been like drunk. She got the feeling perhaps it would have been a lot like this, only a lot more naked and possibly accidentally homo-erotic.

... on the other side of a computer screen, girls everywhere cursed the GMs for requiring them to keep their helmets on.

The gentlest of tugs was enough to bring Zeta Eight back to Alpha Seven's side with a non-existent sigh, unmoving but to give him a look as he bowed and feeling the flush rising further over her cheeks, unbidden. Still, she didn't resist as once more picked her up to seat her back in his lap at the bar, tucking her legs between his and under the seat, as if to get comfortable. Reaching a hand out as well, she brought another drink from the assorted line they had used in their song, setting it in front of them idly, listening as he pouted.

Turning to face him thoughtfully after a moment, she leaned forward until the front of there was an audible 'clunk' as the breathing apparatus at the front of their gas-masks collided, withdrawing a few moments later and turning back to her drink as if this clearly had satisfied his requirement.

Fiver II frowned at Zeta Eight. She had been his leader for a while but he didn't think they should fight. So he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to fight.

As the song began, Fiver II lit up like fireworks. This was fantastic! He listened with keening interest as he lifted himself up and let go of Three. In fact, he got off the couch all together. The man seemed amazed by the turn of events and equally as excited. Never mind most of these people attempted to or had killed him. He seemed to have forgiven everyone completely.

The younger man turned with almost tangible joy. His hand extended his fingers toward Three with his head tilted slightly to the side. He didn't wait for the other to respond before he had Three's hand and was tugging him to himself.

The song was over but another voice started quietly at first. He wanted to dance, to sing, to forget everything that had happened for a little while.

It started slowly and quietly, as if he was trying to remember the song that had made its self known, "If we could sit together a moment and talk forever just to pass the time. I would smile as the shivers and chills run down my spine when your eyes are locked on mine."

Then, got louder as he started to remember the rest of the song., "Oh, we will fill the metro skies with country air. And when you close your tired eyes I'll meet you there I'll meet you there.

Deep inside of you there's a ruby glow. And it gets brighter then you and I will ever know. There's a rushing sound that surrounds us when we walk alone And it's everything we've never known." He was inviting Three into a dance whither the other wanted it or not. Not even aware of anyone else in the room other then Fiver but his attention was locked on the taller man.

He knew why he choose the song. Where ever they ended up. However that door changed their fate. No matter where it took them.

He wanted to meet him there. Both of them.

E7 was sitting watching the now singing chorus as they seemed to start up a dance number too. "Well... at least we get entertainment." He said slightly unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He sighed placing an arm behind his head, this was going to be a boring last few days or whatever, he almost wondered if they still had cell phones down here at least it told them what day it was. He frowned as he sat there watching them.

"At least it's not cats?" He said softly.

She had been trying not to get involved with anyone else, aside from those she had somehow found herself acquainted with due to the circumstances - Betas because they were her team, part of Epsilon because they were the team stationed at the same place as the Betas and they did fight due to the unclear instructions of a horse-thing that made them kneel and then race for a pendent, and finally, the three Gammas (2 deceased and with her) who she had allied her group with at the Lighthouse, prior to her (premature) death.

However, it was hard to ignore a bunch of people singing, dancing and flirting in front of you. Did they like, fall in love over the short span of 2-3 days? Or did they just want to have fun one last time before walking through the door? Unlike they, she was contented with watching rather than joining in, although the song was... Somewhat familiar. Like she had probably heard it before once upon a time, but like most things, it had been wiped away with her memories.

"HAHAHAHAHA," An obnoxious laugh for an obnoxious character, perhaps, but it was so clearly her. It made her feel alive even if she was dead, dead, dead. She clapped along with Gamma Two, although her applause was much more enthusiastic even if she was smirking behind her mask as she looked in the direction of the bar, where A7 was, "You're much more entertaining than the dramatic trio!"

[A-Nine entering from the Event ORP thread. She was not The Last Man Standing.]

Nope, getting squished was definitely worse. Not that A-Nine had much experience getting eviscerated by scythes, but she seriously doubted it could top the feeling of getting mashed into a pulp.

It was probably how a fly feels, she supposed, in its last horrible moments after getting squashed by a fly-swatter.

A-Nine shivered. Yuck.

At least the fly was squished and not buzzing about in her head anymore. It was a lot easier to think, now that she was outside of that suffocating room with all its bits and bone and red.

Red. A-Nine looked around the room. The other phoenixes were here!

She started to take a step forward, a joyful grin on her face, when she caught sight of A-Eleven, standing in amongst the crowd. No. She had failed her squad. She had promised and had failed all the same.

The pendants were gone -- all three of them! And that scythe too! And she had lost that watch. And to top it off, she had another one of her spells and didn't protect her team until it was too late and almost all of them were pieces... A-Eleven and A-Two were pulp. Probably part of a juicy little cube back in that room, along with everyone else.

A-Nine shook her head. Hard. The buzzing was starting again. Bees this time. Or wasps. "No..." she mumbled.

A-One was sitting on one of the red couches and she scurried over to him. She hesitantly sat down, unable to quite look him in the eye. "S-sorry, boss." A-Nine could feel tears start to well up in her eyes.

"I know death isn't so bad and hey, there are drinks! But I know I let phoenix down and I'm sorry. I tried. I really, really, did! But I spaced out again and was useless -- even though I promised -- and, and..." A-Nine hiccuped and then hiccuped again. "Sorry." she finally said miserably.

"...."

All he could do as this point was watch the scene with a raised brow. Really, being able to drink would be good right now, especially with such headache inducing "entertainment". If he didn't want to stay "alive" for a bit longer to get his thoughts together he would be right out that door to complete his journey to the afterlife.

Slowly, E8 picked himself off the floor and cautiously scooted his way to his team member. "E7, I don't think we want to risk giving them any ideas now... I don't know about you, but I want to keep what sanity I have left."