007 ♬ video/action; the weirdest of the weird

[deformiwhats]

[Doing his usual waltzing through the streets thing, looking for clients.]

♪ When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes. ♪


[OOC: firstly: thank you to the beautiful person who gave this account a gift certificate! you're such a sweetie, whoever you might be ;) (now someone's going to have to help me find MORE icons xD! secondly: someday he'll post and NOT sing but for now? anything goooooes, even duplicates!]

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[naggingnag.livejournal.com]

Singing.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Just like talking, only longer!

[still-brooding.livejournal.com]

The acoustics any good here, Lorne?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Angel? When did you get back?

THREADJACKING TO SAY

[brokedownwall.livejournal.com]

The flunky. They got a word for shit like that, back home.

[stacked]

Angel

Hey, big guy. Long time, no see.

*THREADJACK*

[screwthegypsies.livejournal.com]

Hey, Angel! How's that soul working out for you?

[notajackie.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, I know this one!

♪When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes♪

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh, doll, you don't know how happy I am to hear that!

♪ If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like ♪

[i-willpout.livejournal.com]

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.

Lorney! There's a serious sale at Saks today. We should be for attending NAO

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Lucy-bell? Oh, this is just fantastic! I hate to break it to you, but you're in the City, there's no Saks here. Don't worry though, it's only for the day.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

...Okay

You know I had things to do today, Lorne. I was going to paint the living room. What's the sitch here? Apocalypse? Hell dimension? Can we not have one of those and could we get this over by say...six?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Wow, the City's pulling out all the stops for me today, I'll have to show my appreciation. No worries, Tiny Titan, you'll be out of here at the end of the day. Me, on the other hand? I get to stay for as long as they decide.

[believeuu.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat! Uu-! Give me sweets or I'll play a prank on you! Kyakyakya-!

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't have any sweets on me, sugar. How about a song request?

[howbig-canitbe.livejournal.com]

Sorry Lorne, I ain't drunk enough yet to start singin' with you.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Don't you worry cinnnamon-buns, we'll get you to my favorite little bar and you'll be more than whistling dixie this time!

[ushuldlisten2me.livejournal.com]

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[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Cassie! It's okay honey, it's only for the day and then you'll be back home with Jack and the others.

[hazamouth.livejournal.com]

I suggest a rousing rendition of Rocketman a la Shatner.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, you mean a slow and pitiful death, right?

[brokedownwall.livejournal.com]

I'd sing for you, but I got nothing locked up in here you're gonna want to hear.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Lindsey. I guess I should've expected this.

[abdicate-you.livejournal.com]

Humans are pitifully depraved.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey now! Judgmental tone, much?

[othercat.livejournal.com]

Pobrecito. Lindsey shouldn't be so hard on you.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

No, he should, he's right. I did shoot the guy in cold blood.

[downrightlinear.livejournal.com]

That's one you should probably leave off the greatest hits collection, Lorne.

[ooc: PS. if you have trouble finding icons, I could try and make some for you!]

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh hush, Miss Greatest Love of All. This is a classic, thank you very much! Looks like we'll have to get some Cole Porter playing in the mansion from now on. When'd you get back, or is this just another part of today's festivities?


[ooc: I'm up to 22 and counting, I will let you know if I run out! Thx! :D]

[theviciousbitch.livejournal.com]

Lorne.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Oh, Lilah, how good to-- wait, no. How frightening and gag-reflex inducing it is to see you.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

♪You can check out anytime you like
But you can never leave♪

It seemed appropriate. Also sorry, not large with the singing. Dancing is better, and also doesn't make people cover their ears. And, you know. Ask me to stop.

Lorne, right?

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

That's right! While I lean toward the music, I can't shun the dancing - it's like PB&J. So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?

[one-you-know.livejournal.com]

Well you sing, quite entertaining you are.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Hey, uh you wouldn't happen to be from a place called Pylea, would you?

[moveurdeadfros.livejournal.com]

[Lorne, meet who might be your alternate self in another dimension: an eight foot tall, walking, talking skeleton in a suit and a mighty primadonna manner.]

Yoohohoho, I do not believe I have ever heard that one before, good sir!

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Pity for you, it's a great Cole Porter tune!

video -- private | after Faith makes the latest in a series of horrible choices

[stacked]

[Sup Lorne. Did you call for a bleeding from the neck, beat up Slayer? You must have, because here one is.]

I screwed up with Angelus. Watch your back.

[That rushing scenery would be her running. Well, half stumbling, but in a manner usually described as 'wicked freaking fast'.]

private | unhackable

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

[Why, he might have, and freaking out will ensue. Hope there's no delivery charge.]

Oh my dear sweet Liza. Faith! What happened? Please tell me you didn't haul your little tuchus over to confront him! Did you call Wes or Fred? Is Illyria still here? Oh god what am I saying, she's so grumpy right now she'd enjoy watching him eat babies...are you okay?