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Sir that's my emotional support holoprogram
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Christmas Mistletoe.
Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)
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Vic Fontane > Ezri as a therapist.
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Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either Guilty or Not Guilty.
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Old Fakers and Songbirds
It was a bit later than her normal delivery when Liz parked her truck behind the Fontaine lounge, but that couldn’t be helped. After a desperate phone call for a last minute delivery and an offer of enough money to make it worth while, she’d pushed back Joe’s order by a bit. Knowing Joe however, he wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss. He was always pretty calm about things, which she appreciated immensely.
After getting the first dolly loaded, she wheeled the cases in through the back. It was much darker inside than the bright afternoon sun and it always took a second for her eyes to adjust. But the air conditioning felt nice in contrast to the summer heat. “Hey, Joe!” She called out to the bar where he was sure to be. “Sorry I’m late, honey. Long story. I’ll buy you a drink to make up for it.”
Liz dropped the cases and headed back out to the truck for the next load. Without really thinking about it too much, she hummed to herself while she worked. She didn’t really have coworkers and the silence got boring. Over time she’d gotten in the habit of singing to herself just to break up the day.
“You went back to what you knew, so far removed from all that we went through.” She sang softly, leaning in to the truck and dragging out another case for the stack. “And I tread a troubled track. My odds are stacked. I’ll go back to black.”
Kicking out the bottom of the dolly again, she wheeled the next load inside. “We only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to… I go back to us.” The new stack went next to the first and she stopped singing long enough to call to Joe again. “Joe? You wanna get me a coke for when I’m done here, baby? It’s hot as hell outside and I’m sweating through my damn shirt.”
Vic Fontaine was sitting at the bar, it was still too early for the club to be open. And, frankly, that was for the best. They opened to find that their ‘oh, looks like we need to think about getting more CO2 in the next month’ problem had turned into a ‘we are out of CO2 today’ problem. Vic was looking at the inventory book on one side and a letter from one of his more steady singers in the other.
Both of which, he was sure, was turning his white hair even whiter.
The letter was from Ruby, saying that she was running away to Washington with this guy that she had met last month. And that she didn’t appreciate Vic telling her that was anything less than the best most romantic idea ever. ‘You're not my dad, Vic! You have no place telling me how to live my life.’ it read, ‘And the club is a relic just like you! No one's ever gonna be anything working out of Little Bajor.’
He sighed and his eyes drifted to the inventory… there was no way that they could have run out by the amount of drinks that they had sold. Was someone stealing from the bar?
He put his face in his hands. Christ… he didn’t want to start suspecting that one of boys would have done something like that. And now Ruby was gone… which meant there were not gaping holes in the entertainment schedule that he was going to have to fill.
He was just thinking how much he was going to have to butter up Cherry to ask her to cover half of Ruby’s slots when he heard an unfamiliar voice calling from the back.
And a voice... singing.
A woman’s voice, untrained but strong and throaty. Not a bad mix for the Amy Winehouse tune that she was singing. He jumped up from the bar and went to the cooler, he opened it and got out one of the coca-cola cans and opened it with a pop. Taking it in hand, Vic went to the back where the delivery was being made.
“I hope you don’t mind it in a pop-can. The tap is not working right now, we’re all out of bubbles.” He said with a warm smile as he took in the young woman moving crates. He had not seen her before, but he rarely dealt with afternoon deliveries anymore. He offered her his hand when she set the crates down. “I’m Vic Fontaine.”
Anonymous asked:
“Nice voice” (hoshixsato)
Vic Fontaine beamed his thousand watt smile at the compliment from the unfamiliar face, he stood up from where he was leaning on the piano, chatting with Francis about the next set. Vic easily left his conversation with the piano man and stepped a little closer to the woman who had spoken.
“Well, thank you so much for saying so!” Vic said, straightening his already perfectly placed bow tie around his neck. “I am always glad to hear that first timers are enjoying themselves. And enjoying the music is a bonus too; this is a Jazz lounge after all.”
He holds out his hand to the other to shake. “Vic Fontaine, professional singing, dancing lightbulb. Nice to meet you.”
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Star Trek Roleplayers Directory
Several of these have been going around, but none of them seem to be updated regularly anymore, so here is a new one. It includes filters for sorting so it’s easier to find people. However, in order to make this directory work as intended, I’ll need your help in getting information.
The directory is HERE. If you follow this blog, you can also get updates when new people are added.
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- canon Star Trek characters
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Multimuse blogs! This will be set up by character, so if you want to be on the list, I’ll need this information for every Star Trek muse you write, please. (If you have too many to reasonably add in a single comment, feel free to reblog the post and message me instead.)
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Songbird! (Nickname)
“Only for you, handsome.”
“And I’ll keep it all to myself until the world sees you for the star that you are!”
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send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it
“Nice voice”
Vic gave the newcomer a wide and welcoming smile.
“Well, thank you very much for saying so.” He said, and he meant it. “Maybe one of these days I will be good enough to have a lounge of my own.”
He chuckled at his own joke and holds out a hand to the stranger. “Vic Fontaine, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Welcome to my little spot of paradise in the Mojave desert.”
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This Song is for You
Oh right. The boys. That was different than a nameless crowd of holograms she didn’t really need to worry about. The boys knew her and they weren’t just nobodies. Liz chewed her lip, knowing it was ridiculous to be so nervous.
“Maybe just you and Howie? And Garth? Keep it simple.” Even that was a bit of a stretch. But she’d come this far. Might as well keep going. It wasn’t as if Vic was going to give up bugging her about it anyway. Shuffling a little closer, Liz rested her head on his shoulder, hooking her arm around his waist.
“Go on, play that again.” She said softly, humming the tune and then singing softly as if to herself. “One day he’ll come along, the man I love…”
Vic smiles gently to her, nodding as he considered Garth and Howie. Sax and drums. And Him, of course, on the piano… it would be perfect for a smooth version of that particular son. He resets his hands and starts the song over again, he didn’t particularly like the intro he made up for it, but it worked for the moment. He follows the rhythm that her humming set, letting her set a slow pace.
“I’ll work on that intro later… Go on and sing it through for me.” He says, resting his head on her’s for a moment. “I haven't had a chance to play it yet. Let me get a feel for how you want it to sound.”
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Nice voice (Liz)
Vic beamed at the compliment with a wink.
“Well, shucks, Lizzie. Thank you.” He says, standing up from the piano where he was practicing a new song that he was going to introduce to the boys that night. “I think I had better have a nice voice after all these years of crooning in his lounge!”
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"Hey, you got a nice voice!" (theoldfaker) (I know how much Reg likes holograms!)
Your muse just caught mine singing | @theoldfaker
“What? Um…” It was Reg’s first time at Vic’s, and he liked the atmosphere. Eventually, as the singer was taking a break, Reg found himself singing one of pieces quietly to himself. He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear him though.
He normally wouldn’t mind a hologram overhearing him, but he’d heard about this one. Vic knew he was a hologram. And he was friends with some of the DS9 crew. That made everything different, as far as Reg was concerned. “I was… I was just… um… it’s… it’s… c-catchy song,” he finally mumbled. “…I liked it.”
Vic pulled back a little, keeping his showman’s smile in place. He could tell immediately that he had spooked the man. This was a new comer to the club and he had been in the middle of a set when the new guy arrived. As soon as he could take a break he made his way over to introduce himself. It was what he did for everyone from he real world who stopped by.
It was very important to him to make a good first impression when someone knew popped in. After all, Vic was the reason most people stopped in at all. To see the ‘self-aware’ hologram wonder of lightbulbs everywhere.
But... this guy didn’t seem like most people from how nervous he seemed.
“I’m glad you liked it. ‘I’ve got the world on a string.’ It’s one of my favorites and it seemed a good night for it.” He said, offering his hand to the new comer. “Vic Fontaine, welcome to the lounge.”
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Welcome to the Fontaine Lounge
“The beauty of the world right now,” D’rorah replied, “is that you are free to do nearly anything you could want.” One hand spread wide as she said it, as though to encompass all of the world.
“Humans are not all living on space ships and working with aliens. There are still businesses, still restaurants. Only now people do things because they want to, because it fills some inner need, rather than because they must do any work that pays the bills just so they can survive.”
“Granted, it is not a perfect system.” There was no such thing in D’rorah’s experience, and she was experienced enough to know. “But your options are nearly limitless.” She leaned in just a bit. “It is not an easy decision, I understand. I am… it is almost like asking you whether you would like to be born. Only you do not have the benefit of all the innocence of youth that an infant has.”
“I could, perhaps, find you a world more like the Earth of your memories. I would offer to send you back to that time, but unfortunately, you are tied to the timeline of Deep Space 9. I could take you elsewhen… but time would pull you back to where you belong, and I am told it is a terribly disorienting process. Mortal beings and time are linked in ways that cannot simply be broken.”
“A mortal being… isn’t that another part of what you are offering me, Angel? Mortality like he knew it before. No longer locked in at one age where time never seemed to move forward?” Vic shakes his head, as if that would help the thought rattling around in there all at once fall into place. “I never thought of myself as immortal, mostly because I know my life and the Big Brain computer were linked so closely together all the time but… you are right. My life as a lightbulb is not a mortal life.”
He fingers trace the edge of the glass. She couldn’t take him back to his own time and leave him there. He knew that. He could not become a real boy and have her drop him off at this mother’s house to be reunited. They were out of his reach. The closest thing he had to then was in his program.
Then… there was the boys. His friends. His family… sure… he knew they weren’t real, they were now lightbulbs like him, but…
“I won’t mind staying around Deep Space 9, honestly.” He mused out loud. “I have made good friends there. To be taken to another place completely, to lose everyone as a price if being real… That is a pretty hefty trade. I’m not sure that I would take it. What is a life worth when you lose everyone who cared about you?”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he laughs gently and sad.
“I’ve already done that once… when I was a young man. Chasing fame and burning bridges. It wasn’t worth it. Not by a long shot.”