Video;

[chapter_behind]

[The video switches on in BUR offices -- and look, Randolph is there, sitting hunched over a desk. He looks up from his paperwork, obviously unaware he’s being recorded. And then he lets loose in glorious song

Well, not quite glorious. Actually, he’s a little off key. More than a little. And there’s a distinct note of howling when he hits the high notes. But that’s not important. What matters here is the music and heartfelt song.]

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

[Look! The video slides to the side, and a second fills the empty space -- It’s James! He’s moving around his cabin in the Dutchman, evidence of heavy drinking all around. Bottles of alcohol, two empty glasses on the table-- it’s an eighteenth century party! By contrast, his voice is a rich baritone, and unlike some people (ahem) he can actually stay on pitch.]

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone, and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now

[James moves through the cabin, neatening things up. He comes across the last of a bottle and, with a grim shrug, finishes it off in one swig.]

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time.

It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk, and I need you now
Said I wouldn’t call, but I’ve lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now.

[It’s amazing how, despite being in different worlds, they can actually harmonize. Sort of.]

Yes, I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone, and I need you now

And I said I wouldn’t call, but I’m a little drunk, and I need you now

And I don’t know how I can do without
I just need you now.

I just need need you now...

[Dramatic fade to black? You bet your ass.]

[OOC: James, Randolph, Both]

Comments

[cravats]

[...is it possible to pretend this never happened?]

[chapter_behind]

[Trying so, so hard.]

[cravats]

[Seriously, this is some bullshit.]

[chapter_behind]

[Well. Perhaps you should take this as a sign that the community is going to make you miserable whether you date me or not.]

[cravats]

[Perhaps he should.]

James.

[chapter_behind]

I can't right now, Randolph. I just -- I can't.

audio;

[glimmerous_fop]

[No you guys, it's impossible to pretend this never happened because Klavier's here...and he's laughing...it's funny...the howling...oh hell the howling.

It would be a touching duet if it weren't funny.]

[chapter_behind]

I'm glad you're amused, sir.

[glimmerous_fop]

Gavin, Klavier Gavin.

It's the funniest virus so far of course I'd be amused.

[chapter_behind]

Of course.

[glimmerous_fop]

I'm a musician, you have to see this from my point of view. *And as with Randolph he'll descend into laughter. Sorry*

video;

[cravats]

[This face. Forever.]

Mr. Gavin, is that really necessary?

video;

[glimmerous_fop]

You howled...*insert laughter* I've never...*insert even more laughter* not in my whole career...*and again...laughter* sorry, s'just so funny!

video;

[cravats]

Believe me, I did not intend to howl.

video;

[glimmerous_fop]

You didn't intend...to sing either *god he just can't stop*...but you did babe...*now it's a fit but he'll have to breathe sometime.*

[notjustathief]

Ohhhh dear. I didn't realize you'd gotten drunk enough to sing songs that won't exist for several centuries.

[chapter_behind]

Nor did I, Mr. Eames.

[notjustathief]

Feeling better now, are we?

[chapter_behind]

No. Not particularly.

[notjustathief]

Hungover, or just regretful?

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[captainwhelp]

I was wondering what had Jimmy Legs in such spirits.

[Amused Will is very amused!]

[chapter_behind]

Go ahead and get it all out now, would you? Idont't want to be hearing it for the next week.

[captainwhelp]

[Little pout...that is really just a barely held back smirk.]

Really, Norrington, there is very little else to amuse ourselves with.

[chapter_behind]

So I've noticed. Not to mention you, William, are quite evil.

[captainwhelp]

Evil?

[How can someone with a face this innocent be evil, James?]

I'm afraid that I can not agree with you there.