[open] For Your Entertainment

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

WHO: Open to people in the general area of the MAC building.
WHERE: MAC and the surrounding block.
WHEN: January 6th, approx 12PM
WARNINGS: Excessive use of Adam Lambert and also excessive dancing/singing.
SUMMARY: Ryan doesn't want to be back in the City. So he's just going to make everyone in the MAC miserable with him.
FORMAT: Either is fine, I'm terribly unpicky.


The situation was very simple: Ryan did not like being pulled out of roles to be recast in roles he no longer fit or wanted to fit. His place as "hero" of a faux New York City was one that he no longer wanted to fill and he was being expected to fill it again despite the fact that he had been truly awful at it the first time around. So he was going to do things differently. It wasn't his City and he didn't care about it anymore.

The script told him to be a hero. He was going to be an annoyance. A trickster concerned with nothing but his own amusement.

And to start, he was going to cause some chaos. It wouldn't be anything the City hadn't been through before - just a little musical disruption - but the intensity of it would probably be unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Ryan was on the roof of the MAC building, hooking speakers up to a extension cord that was plugged into a outlet. The speakers would disappear in about four hours, as would the microphone, because there was no point in spending money when using his powers would ensure everything would disappear and there wouldn't be evidence. Suddenly, Ryan was glad that he'd played around with his powers so much when he'd been in the City previously. It made it much easier to set up everything.

The CD slid into the stereo system and Ryan pressed play, a smirk playing on his lips. The music blasted behind him and he took his place at the microphone.

"So hot out the box,
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up, heat it up -
I need to be entertained.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid.
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby"

[ooc: notes! Unfortunately, the closer you come to Ryan the more power he has over you. He's maxing out his powers, so unless your character would never in a million years play along/have powers that counteract Ryan's, sorry. You've been recruited as backup dancers/singers. Feel free to try and stop Ryan, but know that he's shielded himself and he's likely to make you do something embarrassing. Other than that, have fun! It's easier that way.]

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[symmachy]

Scathach didn't need superhuman hearing to be disturbed by the ruckus across town. It was loud enough to hear from her dojo, which was certainly far enough away from the MAC for loud noises to dissipate before they reached her. But either the air was exceptionally clear today, or the music was just that loud.

When she arrived on the ledge of the building opposite, she decided that it was simply the latter.

The redhead cocked her head to the side as she watched and listened. He certainly was making quite a scene, and there was no doubt that it was being done purposely. The Shadow swung her legs over the ledge and sat there, palms pressed against the cement as she leaned back to enjoy the show, as it was. This wasn't really her kind of music, but there was no denying that he had talent.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

The funny thing about being from a musical, Ryan found, was that no matter how loud the music was or how much you seriously should not be able to do something, you could always do it if you had music backing you up. And because pulling up the music was as natural as breathing for Ryan, it was much louder than it had any real right to be (or that, theoretically, the speakers could put out).

But that was beside the point. The point was that he was drawing an audience in and, being a true performer, Ryan catered to his audience. Which consisted of one pretty redhead sitting on the edge of the building across from him. He smiled and called up a different tune.

"I get high when I see you go by - my oh my.
When you sigh, my, my inside just flies, butterflies.
Why am I so shy when I'm beside you?
It's only love (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN1SveAyEIs) and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all,
but it's so hard loving you."

[symmachy]

A cocked eyebrow was her initial response as he began to sing to her, but it changed to a small smile after just a few verses. The Beatles. He certainly had good taste. She had seen them in concert once, and had been rather impressed; they had created a new era of music, and she had to respect them for that.

The song was familiar, and she searched the recesses of her mind until she recognized it completely. That was a good song. She cleared her throat and jumped in for a few verses:

"Is it right
That you and I should fight
Every night?
Just the sight of you
Makes nighttime bright
Very bright."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

There were two constant truths in the universe regarding the Beatles (according to Ryan): one, everyone knew the Beatles and two, there was just no possible way to go wrong if you were singing the Beatles. Ever.

And regardless of the that fact that a book had once told him "I Want to Hold Your Hand" was the greatest love song, Ryan just didn't like singing it that much. It wasn't a solo song - more of a group song for when everyone was just a little bit tipsy and the karaoke machine was right there. So Ryan sang something else, something he and Sharpay had once danced around to while singing into hairbrush microphones.

"Haven't I the right to make it up girl?
It's only love and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?"

It got the girl to sing along either way - which was the idea. She wasn't doing it because he was forcing her to, though, and that made him kind of happy. It was nice to know that not everyone in the City had the resistance of wet toilet paper.

[symmachy]

If he had said those universal truths to Scathach, she would have completely agreed. The Beatles had a mania after them, for goodness sake. Not many bands or musicians throughout history could claim as much. Besides that, their music had been truly inspiring, worldwide.

In all honestly, the redhead couldn't even sense his powers, or that he had any at all--to her, he was simply a rather melodramatic teenager who had decided to attempt to entertain the population. He was certainly succeeding in her eyes.

"It's only love, and that is all.
But it's so hard loving you.
Yes it's so hard loving you, loving you."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Simply put, Ryan was a drama queen when he wanted to be. It was an Evans thing, really. They were practically raised to throw hissy fits and temper tantrums - which was something that Sharpay had always been good at and Ryan attempted not to do because he wanted to be normal. Relatively.

. . . That was a lie. Ryan didn't throw fits because he figured everyone had enough on their hands dealing with Sharpay and he was nice enough to stay in the shadows behind her. But here, there was no Sharpay to upstage him and there was no Kelsi to talk reason into him. So as the music died down, he queued up something else that wasn't so mainstream and was sheerly because he felt like being a drama queen.

"Dancing is a language
That is felt instead of heard.
You can whisper, sing, or shout
Without so much as a word!"

Hey. It was a love song (http://www.allmusicals.com/lyrics/littlemermaid/onestepcloser.htm)! To a pretty redhead even - though Ryan had his doubts that the pretty redhead sitting on the building across the way used to be a mermaid, seeing as she had been singing along with him.

[symmachy]

When he started the new song, Scatty raised her eyebrow once more. That was certainly a change in pace. She had seen the musical before, and knew the song well; she didn't join in on this one, though, preferring to simply listen. She did give him a light applause when he paused, swinging her legs and tapping her heels against the building's side.

It had certainly been a while since she had been... serenaded. That was the only word she could find for it.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

It's kind of masochistic, singing a song that's basically a mellow version of something you sang to your ex(?)-boyfriend, but Ryan's done a lot worse to himself and it isn't like anyone can tell so Ryan feels safe, somehow, in pretending for a few minutes. He does a simple turn and smiles.

"Like so!
Just let your emotions tell your body what to do -
See how much a single gesture can reveal.
And every little step, every single step,
Is one step closer to saying what you feel."

For a moment, Ryan wishes he actually had someone there to dance with him. It's something that he shakes off quickly, because it's a little bit of a poisonous feeling. Toxic, really.

[symmachy]

A wry smile flicked over her lips for just a moment; he was singing about emotions, which she lacked. It was ironic, to her. She knew the line had been coming up, but it still caught her off guard. The redhead ignored the bitter feeling creeping up inside her, and stood on the ledge. He looked so alone over there, and even though it wasn't something she usually did, she decided that some company was in order.

Scathach crouched down, muscles coiled and ready, steel springs waiting to be released. In one fluid movement, she flung herself into the air, using so much strength that the concrete on her ledge cracked. Her body arced through the air, across the street. She somersaulted to gain a bit more momentum, and landed gracefully on the ledge of his building. There was an odd tickling at the back of her head; it seemed to be in her mind. But she ignored it as she stood, glancing down to see that the concrete here had also broken with her landing. She smoothed down the front of her shirt and approached him, lightly hopping over crossed wires and side-stepping speakers.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Coming from a world where the cafeteria mysteriously changed into a alternate universe, there was a dance bell before the actual bell and sometimes basketballs fell from the ceiling for no reason, Ryan probably should have been a little less surprised than he was when the lady jumped across the way and landed. Actually, living in the City should have taught him that there was practically nothing impossible in the world - but there was always something new to be learned.

It wasn't a reason to drop character though and Ryan was used to hiding surprise, so he just extended a hand and smiled.

"Once the music hits you inhibitions fall away,
And you find that you're expressing things your
Voice daren't say -
Don't be afraid. Let go!"

[feed-me-plz.livejournal.com]

It had been awhile since Twoey heard the music. He had sung quite a lot while he was here, sure, but unlike his home universe, there was never any music to back him up. Not that he needed backup, he had a keen sense of rhythm and music that would make any music-lover buckle at the knees. He didn't need any music. He just wanted to hear it again, and not have it only play in his head.

So here he was, heading over towards the MAC building. His home. It was no flowershop, but even the ex-plant would have to admit that sleeping in a bed was more comfortable than sleeping in a flowerpot. But hell, he'd go back to being a plant in a heartbeat.

More people were willing to give a plant some blood than a human man.

Twoey approached the building, hands in his pockets, when suddenly...he caught wind of it. The music. The sweet sweet music his ears had been dying to hear. The kind of music that made you want to burst out into song and dance, no holding back. Just, two problems. One, Twoey wasn't a backup anything. He had the charm, charisma, and ability to steal the show. Why shove a singing plant with powerful vocals in the background? And two...well...

"Awwwwwwww heeeell no I ain't singin' no pansy song."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

The song was something Ryan had selected carefully - because a song was only good if it had purpose (which was really Ryan's major beef against Xanadu, but this wasn't the time or the place to discuss that) and figured that if a song at least laid out exactly what was going on then hey. Maybe people wouldn't be as upset.

Besides, the song was practically made for him and it gave him the chance to do something he'd never been able to do at home - be a star. No Sharpay. No Troy and Gabriella. Just Ryan. Ryan who was no one's poodle and who didn't give a rat's ass about anything but the music.

So he sang, wholly wrapped up in his own personal rooftop party.

"Let's go, it's my show, baby, do what I say.
Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display!
I told ya, I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed -
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name."

[feed-me-plz.livejournal.com]

Twoey huffed, obligingly snapping his fingers to the beat of the song, finding himself tangled up in the music. Ain't no way he was gonna be upstaged by some...some...little boy all wrapped up with his princessy music and whatnot.

He came closer to the MAC, or rather, slid over, swaying slightly. Twoey can't be upstaged. Audrey II was not upstage-able.

He didn't know the song, but something...odd seemed to be occurring in his brain. Like, he knew the words. Weird shit, sure, but, if he somehow knew the words. Well. He probably heard it like once on the radio or something.

He might as well sing.

Twoey opened his mouth, letting loose that powerful voice of his, trying to take over the next part of the song.

"No escapin' when I start
Once I’m in I own your heeeeeart
There’s no way to ring the alarm
So hold on 'til it’s oveeeeer"

Unlike this pansy dancing around on the roof, Twoey didn't need a mic. But dear god Twoey was singing an Adam Lambert song, this has got to be blasphemous somewhere.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

The thing about the setup that Ryan had going was that it amplified the music without him having to do it. And that was much easier than having to deal with pouring energy into the making the music louder and making the effect of his powers stronger. So sure, Ryan never needed a mic but he used them whenever it didn't hinder a performance because it was easier on him.

And it left him open to notice things like people trying to overpower him. It was cute, almost, the way the person singing was trying to steal the spotlight so Ryan let him have it. For a verse. And then, just to be annoying, he underlaid the next verse with the incredible urge to dance like a 90s boy band member.

"Oh!
Do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you -
I'm here for you entertainment!"

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

Troy was going to enjoy a nice day off alone, maybe some shooting hoops down at the park or sitting at home playing on his Xbox for the day. Pretty much anything that would keep him entertained for the afternoon.

What he hadn't planned on was the worlds noisiest neighbor ever. He can hear the music easily from inside his apartment and he's just about to go knock on some doors when something his brain seems to trigger.

He knows that voice.

He's heard that voice before. Many times.

Without thought he's charging out of his apartment and heading up. The MAC is alive with the sound of music and he plans to find the source and either hug the hell out of him or tell him to stfu. Bolton's not quite decided yet.

Still, here he is, bursting through onto the roof, voice trying to break out over the volume of Ryan's.

"And so we sing- We are one; undivided, and we are here,
and so we scream, I am one independent, but no one hears.
And so we sing all at once, two different songs.
I want to turn it down!"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Ryan groans. Even standing as close as he is to the speakers and being wrapped in music, Ryan knows that voice. And, as per usual, that voice means his fun is going to be put to a stop because that's just the kind of person Troy Bolton is. So Ryan does something stupid. He dredges up something that even Troy will probably recognize, that doesn't exactly fit the situation, that is the most cliche thing in the world to be singing at that moment and sings.

"I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy, too!
I hope you're proud how you
Would grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition . . ."

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

Oh, he knows that song. Knows it well enough to know the next lines actually, though even if he didn't, the magic of musicals would help him through anyway. And he's just starting to open his mouth, ready to sing back his response to those lines, but he's aware Ryan is already causing a scene, making far too much noise and disturbing people in the area, and Troy will have no part of it! And yet he's still going to sing, but it's kind of counter productive singing.

"I'm never gonna give
No I don't give in
I'm never gonna give
Cos I gotta win
Never ever gonna take anymore
From those who shoot you down!
What do you do when it don't go too easy?
Nothing is easy in a crazy town."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Internally, Ryan knows that a) he is probably going to lose to Troy's ridiculous powers of togetherness and b) sooner or later he'd have to stop anyway, but just because he knows doesn't mean he likes admitting it. Sharpay never admitted that Gabriella was all Troy would ever see so, as far as Ryan is concerned, he's no worse than his sister.

"So though I can't imagine how,
I hope you're happy right now."

They probably sound kind of horrible, but Ryan's not particularly concerned with the lyrical qualities of this particular mash-up. That doesn't matter.

"But I don't want it - no!
I can't want it
Anymore . . ."

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

Still, here's some lyrics Troy can get behind, even if he does want this stopped, he'll try fighting his case within the song, because goddamnit he's waited so damn long to see a familiar face around here and he's not massively pleased that mayhem is already being caused.

"Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game!"

And hell, if his musical powers aren't enough, Troy's just backing up his words with a little bit of jock-like physical exertion, moving to yank out the chords of one of the amps before chucking it unceremoniously over the side of the MAC building.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Personally, Ryan thinks it's massively unfair that Troy always gets to be the Golden Boy and Ryan is expected to hang out in the shadows. He doesn't want to fit in and he doesn't want to be in the City. Screw Bolton and all his stupid, petty relationship problems. Screw being in the shadows.

"Too late for second-guessing,
Too late to go back to sleep -
It's time to trust my instincts . . .
Close my eyes - and leap!"

Ryan jumps on one of the speakers, contemplating exactly what would happen if he jumped off the building and then discarding the idea. Too messy.

"It's time to try
Defying gravity . . .
I think I'll try
Defying gravity . . .
And you can't pull me down!"

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

"Can't I make you understand?
You're having delusions of grandeur!"

That's it, he's done. Troy's spent a good couple of months in this place keeping his squeaky clean image, and the last thing he needs is Ryan screwing everything up, and power battles or not, he gets the feeling he may just be encouraging the situation by singing along.

"Evans! Dude."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

"What? It's not like it's anything they haven't already been through! I should know, I tended to cause it."

Ryan sat on the edge of the speaker and crossed his arms over his chest while he waited for the incumbent speech on doing good, working it out, being all in it together . . .

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

That speech will come, it's almost making it's way to light right now, except Troy's brain is sloooooowly reminding him of the other reason he'd even come up here, besides the noise. Give him a second, he can only think of one thing at a time, and when he's got to breathe too, it's all very difficult to account for. D:

"... You caused-- wait, what? What are you even doing here?"

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[iamnotthemom.livejournal.com]

[ But I'm so sad that you didn't use "If I Had You" ]

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[yayashton.livejournal.com]

[ I would've but it doesn't fit the situation as well and Ryan's picky about only using songs that push plot forward / activate his powers. ]