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Osiris Gainsborough
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Osiris was doing something he never does unless something drastic happens: drink. He found a bunch of old mercs in the force and hung out with them. About an hour later they were in an uproar, laughing and singing all throughout the base. Osiris danced with one of the younger merc's in the group, singing in French while they did. It was an old tune, hell, ancient by this point, but he remembered it because it was what he sang at his wedding party with all his groomsmen.
"Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici
che la bellezza infiora.
E la fuggevol, fuggevol ora
s'inebrii a voluttà
Libiam ne'dolci fremiti
che suscita l'amore,
poiché quell'occhio al core onnipotente va.
Libiamo, amore, amor fra i calici
più caldi baci avrà."
By the time they got to the chorus, most were to drunk to sing along, Osi included, and they went through the halls again, picking up whoever would be merry with them. They even picked up Violet along the way, somehow getting her to tag along.
"Libiamo, libiamo ne'lieti calici
che la bellezza infiora.
E la fuggevol, fuggevol ora
s'inebrii a voluttà
Libiam ne'dolci fremiti
che suscita l'amore,
poiché quell'occhio al core onnipotente va.
Libiamo, amore, amor fra i calici
più caldi baci avrà."
By the time they got to the chorus, most were to drunk to sing along, Osi included, and they went through the halls again, picking up whoever would be merry with them. They even picked up Violet along the way, somehow getting her to tag along.