help us heather. you're our only hope.

[excusing]

Who: All of camp! (Party style post, tag around!)
What: Afternoon Science Fiction Karaoke
Where: Outside the cabins.
When: May 4th, of course.
Why: The Force is strong with this one.

The party princess strikes back.

Sort of.

After her karaoke request over a month ago, Heather's finally found an opportunity to test drive her wild plans. It's not so wild. She's sent out a message to the entire camp to throw together makeshift science fiction costumes or inspired outfits. It's a polite request for everyone to join her outside where the weather's quite lovely because there's a projector set up with a karaoke system in place. Heather herself, having been Han Solo for Halloween, dons a C3PO tank dress over leggings today with a gold headband in her yellow hair.

The karaoke system itself could use more updating, to be honest, but she had put the idea aside for a full month before deciding to act on it when she remembered a couple of days ago that May 4th was steadily approaching. There are good songs - lots of oldies, as promised - and even more songs to get the entire camp singing. There are multiple microphones and stands and a rag tag group of chairs and other places to plant your tush, much like her pillow party in February.

For anyone unfamiliar with this, Heather would be more than happy to explain what she's celebrating.

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[usernameallison]

It's not that Scott doesn't know who C3PO is anymore - no, after Halloween he was made very much aware of these characters. And he's pretty psyched for Heather to do karaoke, too. He's never heard her sing that he can remember.

What he doesn't know is why she's doing this, dressed as C3PO, today.

So after he's finished stuffing some lunch in his face, he decides to go check it out.

"Uh...Heather? What are you doing?"

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Heather hops onto her tiptoes to plant both hands on his shoulders, looking at him seriously as some people begin to file in, some filing through the list of songs already.

"Scott. Tell me, what's the date today?"

[usernameallison]

"Um, it's May 4th. Why?"

Scott looks at her blankly, blinking a few times. It takes him a moment before he finally puts two and two together - holy Jupiter, that's actually a really good pun, and there's a belly laugh to go along with it.

"Oh! May the 4th! I get you."

[excusing]

"Yeah, you get it!" She claps him on the back, delighted.

"Yeah, it's kind of been a thing for Star Wars fans for decades and decades. It became basically a day of celebration, like unofficial holiday and I'm bringing the love to camp," Heather states, nodding. "Here - " she says, reaching for her spare, "have a light saber."

[usernameallison]

"We should really figure out a way to watch the movies in camp. I think I would wanna watch the newer ones." He takes the saber and swings it outward so the plastic lines up and shoots out blue, then gives it a few proper swipes. "I like these. Does it light up?"

[excusing]

"You bet! Swing it, too. It'll make the noises." She naturally bought it during that last trip to Manhattan.

"I think that's a thing that's totally possible in here," she continues, "And you know that'd make a good in camp date for you and Allison!"

[usernameallison]

"Okay, let me-" And he does, giving it a few proper swipes, even hitting it lightly against a tree. The plastic blade lights up and makes a few of the familiar vwoom noises as it swipes the air, crackling loudly as it taps the bark of the tree. "Whoa, cool. I should get another one of these and send it home." Stiles would totally get a kick out of it, anyway. He remembers him having one as a kid - and really, he and Stiles are still very big kids.

"You think she'd like it?" Of course, Scott sees Allison as very much like the princess in the movie, but he's not quite sure if sci-fi is her style. "I don't really know what kind of movies she does watch, actually."

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"You should! I got it from a toy store in the city from that one time," Heather explains, beaming, "I totally had to get it from one of those comic book stores Johnny and I went to that day."

"No harm in asking Allison, though I'm pretty sure she'll enjoy it." She's biased, but whatever. "I can see her liking the action parts of it, anyway, even if she's not hardcore into science fiction."

[usernameallison]

He keeps it in mind. Maybe if they're allowed to have one of those big organized city trips again, he'll go to one and pick one up to send home to Stiles. He's really missing his best bro.

He nods a little, grinning. "Yeah, you're right. I mean, I can't - I can't think of any character I don't think she'd like, anyway, except maybe Vader."

[excusing]

"She'd like him even less with the prequels," she jokes before whispering, "They are really mostly horrible, by the way."

She pauses, pursing her lips as she passes her own light saber from one hand to another. "I hope I can get outta here at some point. I've never been on a quest and - well, actually, I just want a quest."

[usernameallison]

"Mostly?" Scott quirks an eyebrow. He's not really sure how something can be mostly horrible - but then again, he's never seen them.

Watching her move the lightsaber in her hands - it suits her just as any other weapon does. He figures it must have something to do with her legacy, of course, but he kind of thinks Heather would be skilled in pretty much anything she set her mind to without it being part of her heritage. "You'd kick ass, Heather," he says, very honestly. "Maybe - maybe you could talk to Praetor Reyna about it?"

[excusing]

Honestly, if she could be a Jedi, then all would be well, but for now she's pretty content being a Roman legionnaire. And being in camp makes her feel like she's in a big superhero team.

"Maybe," she muses, scratching her head, under the headband. "You think I'm prepared?" She thinks she is but maybe there's a reason she hasn't been picked yet, having been here for about a year already.

[usernameallison]

"Of course you are," Scott says, clapping her on the shoulder, nodding. "I see you every day at training. You're one of the best of us, Heather, swear it." He'd be lying if he told her he didn't think that she was definitely on the fast track for Third Cohort centurion. "I'm serious, Heather, really. Talk to Praetor Reyna."

[excusing]

It's kind of funny how she's actually become more involved in Roman activities, despite being so fond of the Greek way of training. She has more pride in what she does. What Scott says actually makes her eyes prick with tears and she blinks them away hastily, laughing at herself and slinging an arm around him.

"I don't know, Scott," she sighs, shaking her head. "I know that I'm not as much of an idiot as I used to be, but I haven't done anything remarkable here. Yet."

[usernameallison]

He notices the tears, and - whoa - he didn't mean to make her cry, and...and it really sucks. Because he sees so much in Heather, so much honor and passion that's completely her own, and he doesn't really take her for an unconfident person, unsure of herself. He wishes...he wishes there was some way he could take the faith he has in her and somehow transfer it to Heather herself.

"I don't think that matters. I didn't do anything remarkable and I went on a quest, right? I...really think you're due for one soon, by that thinking, Heather. Seriously. Nobody deserves it more."

[renegadehero]

Did someone say karaoke and Star Wars? Because Sojourner's making her way to the shindig dressed as Han Solo. Or at least the best she can do with what she has.

Alright. So Sojourner can't actually sing. No. Seriously. No one give her the microphone, because she will sing regardless of her abilities.

"Please tell me we've got Spice Girls."

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"Girl," Heather says seriously, tipping her head forward, a hand on her hip.

"What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't?" She grins, nudging her. "You gonna wail on the mic?"

[renegadehero]

"You'd be a pretty lousy host." She grins, laughing a bit.

"I don't know, man. I might. Gotta see the selection." There are certain songs that she must sing, after all. "Please tell me everyone's gotten what day it is?"

[excusing]

"I'm not a barbarian, Sojourner, I've got the works. I've got Spice Girls, Atomic Kitten, Backstreet Boys, 'NSYNC, even early Mandy Moore," she laughs, ticking a few names for the 90s off her fingers.

"You know what's amazing? Scott's gleaned all this information from all of us that he's got a ton of Star Wars factoids down."

[renegadehero]

"Atomic Kitten?" That's one she's never heard of before but they sound like something Gracia would love.

Hearing about Scott's growing knowledge makes her grin, and then sniffle. She jokingly wiping her eye. "Our little Scoot is growing up!"

[excusing]

"They're a girl group from Liverpool," she explains, laughing.

"And, I think movie nights are in order, actually."

[renegadehero]

"Gonna have to hear them now." You had her at girl group.

"I'm surprised movie nights haven't happened yet. Though, I'm sure some people will think we're not taking everything going on seriously." She sighs, remembering what she's heard from both friends and on the rainbow. "We should hold a seminar on keeping up morale."

[excusing]

"Doesn't Leo have some movie projection thingy programmed?" Heather doesn't keep tabs. "Or is it just something he keeps in his secret lair or what?"

She hears that shade in your voice, Sojo. She doesn't blame you for it. "I think some people forget that we're all kind of teenagers and kids."

[renegadehero]

"Last I checked he does. I should talk to him about sharing it with the rest of us." Not that it would take much convincing, she thinks.

"Exactly." She frowns, arms crossed. "We're not soldiers. I mean, we've got to learn to fight but... A lot of us are still kids. And kids shouldn't have to fight in a war."

Because that's what this is going to turn into, she knows it.

[excusing]

"Romans are supposed to be soldiers, which I guess is why I was always getting into trouble there. Mostly." She grins, fluffing her hair.

"I'm just about defending myself and other people," she continues, shrugging.

[renegadehero]

"See, I get that, but I still can't get behind it. I barely like seein' the kids here pra-" She stops herself, holds up her hands. "Okay. Wait. Y'know what?"

She mimes grabbing something out of the air between them, then tucking it away in a box. She locks said box, then tucks the imaginary key in her pocket.

"Tonight's a night for fun, not serious topics." They can always continue it later. "So. Spice Girls?"