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003 - The Singer in the Night Club

[Things definitely seemed fishy with the card Booth had been given, but the complete lack of memory left him just unsure enough to not discount all of it.

He could remember a lot of rock 'n roll, after all, and relistening to several recordings at the library had confirmed that he really did like it. Finding an old guitar in the item shop had proved to be a bust...but he figured that might be the memory thing, too. After all, remembering how to play chords was probably important for something like that, whatever people were saying about muscle memory. And all the suits in his closet definitely implied a professional sort of career.

So, putting his doubts aside, he decided to give this night club ownership thing a whirl...and what better way to do that than karaoke?

Earlier in the day, Booth flipped open the journal to make the announcement and, with his tie and jacket gone, his resemblance to a certain, missing vampire was a bit more striking than usual.]

I'm making this up as I go, but it seems I'm in charge of the night club we've got here. Not that I remember anything, but hey. If we've got a night club, we might as well rock, am I right?

So, screw forgetting. We're gonna have a rock 'n roll karaoke night at Cloud Nine tonight. Anyone's welcome and the drinks are free... just leave that soft-rock crap at the door.

[and, true to his word, the club will be set to go come 9 o'clock, with a microphone, lyric screens, and and a ready sound system waiting for any who are brave enough to try.

Unfortunately for anyone in the audience, this includes John himself. At least he's enthusiastic?]

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[Forgetting all her reasons for being afraid and distrusting everyone means that Clove's curious about the world she lives in. About the people and the places and everything.

She isn't scared of the dimmed atmosphere of Cloud Nine, the enclosed space, or the people around. She's inquisitive about it all.

So she's found a table, sort of near the stage but not right up at it. The sound... Well. His singing doesn't sound right to her. Doesn't sound nice. But it's still interesting, because she's never really seen anything like this before. Or, at least. Well. She doesn't remember ever seeing anything like this before.]

[he might not remember much, but he remembers enough to be a bit wary about a kid sitting at one of the tables. It wasn't all that late, yet, but something about it still seemed....off.

Still, after he's left the stage and has a chance to try his hand at owner-type things, he makes his way back to her table, resting his hands on the back of a chair opposite her and giving her a small smile]

Hey, kid. You okay, there?

[....you're a minor. Should you even be in this place? :|]

[What's a minor?]

Just seeing what this place is.

...You said anyone was welcome... [There's a worrying thought.] Didn't you? Or... am I forgetting things again? [She's just starting to learn things again, understand this place a little. It can't be going away again, can it?]

I don't think I've ever been here before. So... Thought I'd come...

No, no. I did. [he can see the uncertainty starting, which immediately puts him at ease about her wandering in....and makes him feel guilty for how nervous she suddenly looks]

Just...stick to the soda, okay? [maybe he should have a chat with their bartenders about serving under aged patrons. Just in case he hadn't done that already. Or they forgot.]

So you got hit by this memory thing, too? [somehow, the idea of kids being caught up in this was a lot more upsetting than finding his own memories had been messed with]

[She smiles a little and pushes her drink forward.]

Is this okay?

[It's Sprite with grenadine. Not that she knows what either of those things are. But if she's being let stay, she wants to follow the rules.]

And... yeah. I did. Got my card somewhere. [It helps to have it on hand, she thinks. Ah! There. She offers the little piece of paper.] Here.

[he's not sure, just looking at it, but even knowing it's invasive, he still picks it up to sniff. It gets an approving nod when he doesn't smell the acrid note of alcohol.] Yeah. That's just fine.

[passing it back to her, he exchanges the drink for the card. What started as amiable concern, though, quickly shifts to unpleasant surprise the further he reads. By the time he reaches the fourth, he can't help an incredulous exclamation]

Engaged? But...you're just a kid.

Well, it might not be true. I mean, it does say that thing about "half of what you read." But.

[She smiles and fishes the chain and ring out.]

I have this. I don't know where I got it, but. Makes sense, doesn't it? And-- [She frowns, thinking about it. Something about that word bothers her.] I might not be a kid. Y'know? I... don't really remember how old I am or anything.

You're a kid. [it's insistent, though he doesn't say it meanly. Hell...tiny as she is, and as young as she looks...what can she even be? Fifteen?

His eyes narrow as he looks at the ring, considering. It was definitely meant for a guy's hand, but that wasn't really how engagement rings worked. No...it seemed more like-]

Could be a promise ring...exchanging class rings and all. You look like a high schooler, anyway.

Could be. [She laughs a little.]

I really don't know.

This place is amazing, by the way. You're in charge?

Not too shabby, huh?

[it brought his smile back as he put his hands in his pockets, proud] I could get used to it.

It's kind of nice here, isn't it? I mean, even with remembering how we got here.

People are friendly, at least.

Hmph...

[he did his best not to make a face. She seemed happy, and it didn't really seem right to rain on her parade]

Friendly enough, I guess. But I won't really be happy about this until I figure out what they did to our memories and how to get them back.

[She takes another sip of her drink before looking at him. Surprised.]

You think someone did it on purpose?

[...Something in her doesn't think that sounds impossible.]

Last time I checked, group amnesia doesn't exactly happen naturally.

[well, not that he could remember. Which probably wasn't saying much. But it didn't seem right]

...Guess you have a point. Maybe it's...

Probably something someone did, yeah. Why do you think they did it?

Hell if I know. .[any scenarios that seem likely weren't exactly reassuring, though]

Some folks have been saying it might be an accident. [he wasn't counting on it, but it was a less disturbing alternative for talking to a kid]

But that's not what you think.

[She looks at her drink and offers, quietly:]

Maybe something bad happened. To all of us. And it's better if we don't remember it.

[It's not all that uncommon for days to pass without seeing her partner, though perhaps it is less uncommon here in Luceti than it was back in D.C. But she's been otherwise occupied in doing research on nightclub management, enough so that she hasn't noticed the recent bout of strangeness to hit the town.

Until she sees Booth's latest entry. And then, suddenly, all books in front of her at the library are forgotten. She's the epitome of concern.]

Booth?

Right! That's me.

[He has a quick smile for the attractive woman on the screen... which suddenly widens into something more genuine as he realizes]

Oh! You know me! That's great!

Of course I know you. [At least he's not mistaking her for his wife this time. But... this isn't any more comforting. That Booth doesn't seem to recognize her at all is extremely worrisome.] You're my partner.

[A beat.] It's me. Bones.

Partner?

[there's a pause, before it seems to click] Oh, right. The club.

[he gave an approving nod] Bones, huh?

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Yes. [It's said both slowly and carefully, as if she's uncertain as to whether she should reply in the affirmative. They are partners in the club, yes. But it had been a preexisting relationship, one they shared before arriving in Luceti.]

And yes, Bones. You gave me that nickname.

Right. Of course. Guess that wouldn't be your real name.

So...what's with the bones, Bones?

[there's something familiar in the cockiness he assumes. It's the manner of someone used to being liked by women...even if he....doesn't exactly remember it]

Edited 2012-10-19 23:55 (UTC)

[Bones were the reason they first met. He needed her help with a case, her osteological expertise. She doesn't like that he doesn't remember. Every question just makes her frown deepen.]

I am a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute. At least, that was my choice in career prior to arriving in Luceti. You worked for the F.B.I. and I acted as your consultant.

Your partner, as we've already established.

[Don has been told he likes music, so when he hears this announcement, he decides to show up at the club.]

[When he attempts some karaoke, two things will be more apparent to other people than they are to him. First, he is a terrible singer. But second, he can sing songs he knows without making any speech errors.]

[More apparent to Don than to his unfortunate audience is the fact that he doesn't really enjoy karaoke.]

[once Booth is done with his own turn, he does his best to try and be a "good owner..." whatever that actually means.

A turtle taking the stage causes him more than a little shock, but he does his best to move on. After all, he's in a place where mass memory loss is possible. So, of course there are witches. And time travelers. And singing turtles. For all he knows, he was perfectly cool with this when he had his memories, which is why he manages some applause and a smile that almost hides his relief once Don is done singing]

Way to go, ma- [crap. Could he still use "man?" What did you call turtles? Sir? Could he call a turtle sir? Maybe it'd be better not to risk it.

He covers up the end of his sentence with a cough and tries again] Way to go.

Edited (final edit. I swear.) 2012-10-01 03:31 (UTC)

[Don accepts the praise, blissfully unaware of how awful he really was. He didn't like it much, though, so he puts the microphone back on its stand and hops off the stage.]

[For some reason, he feels compelled to be polite about the mildly unpleasant experience.]

That was funny. Thanks for letting me do it.

Hey, it was an open invite, right? No need to thank me.

[In your original pitch, you also mentioned free drinks. Don looks around now at the variety of interesting beverages, and gestures to the rows of bottles behind the bar.]

Can I have some?

[turtles drink. Alright, then.

He can't help a highly skeptical look as he takes a step back]

Hey...be my guest.

...probably the best way to deal with this place.

[He doesn't usually, but he's forgotten this minor detail.]

[He'll just see about helping himself, then.]

Count me in!

There won't be any animals around though, will there?

[She's not completely sure, but she suspects accidentally charming them with singing would be embarrassing.]

...are there usually animals in a nightclub?

[Genuine pause.]

I don't know.

[No really.] Maybe it depends on the kind of club!

Lady, I don't know what kind of clubs you're used to, but animals definitely are not part of mine.

[he's going to be so disappointed when reality sinks back in]

I can't remember the last time I was in a club, so that's why.

I'm sure if one had a zoo or jungle theme, it might.

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