Patricia
The Archfiend didn't immediately respond to Onesifi's appeal. Which was strange: she should have been right on top of it, quick to spin it in her favor, immediately taking *Control* Of the situation. Behind her dark glasses, however, her eyes were distant. They started out at nothing at all, or perhaps something none of the other gods could truly see. It took her a moment to snap back to the space around her, and throw a charming smile in Onesifi's direction. "Oh, go on then. We've already decided on the parameters, and you do seem quite eager." Besides, now that all the intensive bargaining and nitty-gritty celestial mechanics were taken care of, why not make this last part of the ritual a little more *Fun?*

She released Lyndor's hand, and made her way across the floor to Soldr's side. "In any case, We will be on vocals." A microphone had already materialized in her hand, held loosely between her slender blue fingers. Not a *Working* Mic, obviously; her mortals hadn't advanced far enough for that. More of a prop she could sing into while amplifying her voice with divine power alone. Aesthetics mattered, and if this was to be a cosmic dance party, then the singer would need an appropriately otherworldly stage presence.

Light coalesced around her, reflecting the heavens up above, and all of a sudden her outfit was replaced by a ghostly black dress dotted with everyone's stars. The Archfiend cleared her throat, and whispered into her microphone then, her voice echoing out across the hall:

"Do We have any guitarists in the house? Any keyboard players, perhaps?"
Wiley
Ichtaca curiously watched Majesty traipse around in all of her eccentricity, waltzing around like she owned the place. He suspected that she probably thought she did, or at least that she eventually would. He rolled his eyes in annoyance when she pulled out her microphone, placing a finger to his ear when her voice boomed across the hall, feigning as though bad feedback were coming from her direction.

However, he did reluctantly stand up. With a wave of his hand, shadows rose up from under his seat, curling around his legs, up his torso, then around his shoulders and down his arms. As the shadows pooled there, an elegant, midnight blue acoustic guitar materialized in their place, strapped around his shoulders. He raised his hand and spoke up.

"Might as well."
Dominique
Soldr had been planning to just conjure up a band like in Prototypea, but Majesty seemed to have taken him a little less literally than he meant. Still, it seemed like a lot of fun.

"Alright, you're on." He said. He didn't have a guitar in his culture so no idea what it it was. He could play the lyre, but he also knew what a keyboard was. He held up his hand, and a bolt of red lightning struck down. He caught it in his hand: It was some kind of bizarre fusion between a keyboard and a string instrument. Soldr could play it like it was a lyre, but it'd sound like a keyboard. Hefting the neck, he pressed the keys experimentally, playing a few notes and finding himself satisfied.

"How about you start us off?" He asked Majesty with a slight smile.
Sherry
"Don't worry. Xanthous will help." Xanthous said, a smirk on his face as the coconut fizzled out of existence. A pair of yin and yang headphones materialized out of nowhere, and suddenly DJ equipment materialized before him. Nothing his mortals could use, anyway.

"Let's get this party started, boss lady!" Xanthous said, a wide grin on his face. "Give me some singing, and I'll start us with a killer beat." In all honesty, Xanthous had never expected this turn of events, but at this point, he no longer cared and just went with the flow. 

A mic materialized in front of Xanthous as well. For him to beatbox into.
Patricia
Guitar. Keyboard. An entire DJ setup manifesting out of nowhere. Any instruments they lacked they could just manifest from godly energy, or even weave the sounds directly into the world. What was more, the band seemed to be raring to go, and their open anticipation was enough to make even the Tyrant's cold heart beat just a little fast.

"So be it," She murmured into her mic. And then held one arm aloft and addressed the entire hall:

**"Are you ready??"** A booming voice, an open floor. If these deities didn't remember having a dance party before, they were about to experience it now. With the newly blessed stars blazing down like multicolored lights from a disco ball, Majesty tapped her food and led the musicians into the song:

*"A-one, a-two, a one-two-three-four-"*

Cue the *Real* Music of the spheres.
Terrance
**Ding!**

Silly tapped a triangle, the most noble of instruments. With a sparkle, her own star continued shining in the sky, **Silly**, just like her. Each time one looked, it was a different colour. Sometimes blue, sometimes gold. Even when watching at the same time, no two mortals - or gods - would ever agree. Paintings and other depictions were fallible too, for any representation of her aspect in the heavens shared its quirks. 

An artpiece drawn with her star as orange might soon shift to purple upon any moment. Yet, the colour never changes when one watches... And her star remained constant, never seeming to move... Yet one might be certain her star was just half a degree to the left some moments before, or a tad to the right.

"But guuuysss! What about all the pretty pictures in the sky? We could make little constellations and pictures together~! Oooh- what about if we want to work together with friends, we can boost our stars so our little people can look up at them and smile at the star-drawing! Ooooh- and when people are born what if they get blessed by one of the stars they're under!"

Silly rambled on, then paused, tapping her chin. "Wait, did you guys already do that, I zoned out. I was thinking about ~~Larry's biceps~~ me things, like candy and clowns." Bouncing up and weaving her way between the gods, she twirled. "Oh wait-wait- we're dancing! Should I repeat this louder? Oh, I could sing it-!"

"Ooooooooh~ Guys~! What about all the pretty pictures in the skyyyyyy~s!" As usual, there was no stopping her.
Kari
"This is a stupid waste of time." Triticea groused. What even was the point of something like this without an audience? The way it stood right now, this inane dance party was... Purposeless. As she watched the others indulge in this pointless endeavour, though, she let out a sigh. They had not yet contributed enough to do their part in the ritual, and if they wanted to add this... This *Unneeded* Music to the ritual... Well, as long as they got it done. Bratty as she was, Pueri wasn't stupid. She knew that the benefits of this 'sun' project outweighed the extra effort wasted on this bootless errand. If it meant that the suns would be made, she might as well contribute to this dumb band idea.

But what instrument to play... Bah, there was no time to waste on useless stuff like that. She thought back to one of the oddities that one of her daughters had brought back, summoning a replica of it in front of her now. A set of drums appeared in front of her as she summoned a pair of gnarled sticks into her hands to act as drumsticks. She let out a long-suffering sigh, looking more like the Genetrix in this moment than any time before. "Let's get this over with."

One might not expect a goddess of agriculture and the harvest to be good on the drums. Triticea was good on the drums. It was more second nature than anything, the natural skill with mortal tools that she had been granted by Gaia as a god of civilisation. The drums were primitive of course, given that they had been technology brought back to the Valley from a foreign land, but they were just as effective as modern drums. She started with a relatively simple beat, tapping the animal hide head of the drum lightly to get the rhythm going.
Eva
*A strum, a beat, a groove, a booming voice, a tapping of feet, an electrifying spirit in the air!*

*Nestled there within Majesty's pocket, that strange conniving creature begun to stir. It were small though, subtle even, a strum of hair or a beating arrhythmic heart. But that were before a ghastly groove overcame her, and a crackling cackle thrummed through Yggdrasil's base. Now she were in a booming motion, an ecstatic tapping of feet, and now the earth trembled... That electrified spirit had overcome our Nach, and spurred upon the gods an abrupt explosion of energy emerging straight outta Majesty's pocket!*

"***HYYYYAAAAAAAA~!***" *Cried that wretched thing, blasting through the ceiling, as all in her wake felt that electrifying current. Our Nach's cries echoed through disparate realms, and she ping ponged off Yggdrasil's branches several times over before crashing down through that makeshift roof again.* "***AAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHHHYAAAA~!***" *Miraculously though, our Nach's impact hadn't shattered the floor but instead bestowed upon it a bright splotch of colour. And after ricocheting off the wall, another vivid splotch of colour was made. One by one in rapid succession, the gods soon had a dance floor!*

*Complete with changing colours! Seeing as how fast our Nach ricochet off surfaces, a breakneck speed that by ignoring all laws of physics wasn't tearing this place apart or shattering that pesky sound barrier.*

"***AwaawAaAWwAAAaaaWwwWWaaaaaWwWWaAAaaaaAaWWAAAAWAAAaaaaawWaaaWWWWaaaaaa~!?***" *But our Nach wasn't just rocketing here and there, no, no far from it! And because she were in the company of gods they could see that chaotic creature in action! She was... BREAKING IT DOWN!?* "***DansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansuDansu.***"
James
A dance party? Oh, how delightful. Fun for fun's sake was time well spent! Guitars and dancefloors and singing and *Entertainment!* Bea grinned and snapped her fingers. What fun was a party without dressing up? Her cloak shrank until hung loosely over her shoulders in the form of a feather boa. A bright pink tutu manifested itself on her waist and a little costume tiara rested comfortably on her head. Even her signature mask was suddenly covered in glitter.

To the side of the dancefloor, two plastic tables appeared in a puff of pink smoke, one long and one short. On the long one, an array of snacks were laid out for the taking- cupcakes, candy, fruit, and various beverages. The short table was stacked high with all sorts of wonderful props. Glitter-coated hats and ridiculous sunglasses seemed to be the props of choice, but a few feather boas and eccentric jewelry pieces were scattered throughout the pile.

Her contribution complete, Bea took to the dance floor, dancing in an appropriately chaotic and ridiculous way for the young goddess of childhood. With her eyes shining bright and a big grin plastered on her face, she was clearly having fun.
Charlotte
With such clear head so many thing TSU now thought of doing... Like participating in this... Culture share? But whatever culture does she even have bot her poetry and pottery... Maybe her hunting lessons? No... Somehow those didn't seem right... Oooo the Shadows gooey movements? But siblings aren't being gooey... It's different than gooey... Maybe should make sounds unique to her realm? It seemed that be what others are doing? Hmm but what kind of sounds... So many to try~

She manifested nearby here, as it seems it was some thing necessary for the act in observing her siblings, a pottery she liked from one of her Dolls. Of course she didn't nab it away from them, she just replicated it. I had flower like symbols all around it... 

Ooo~ maybe she she make a language for them? But no... That would limit them... But they'd like it too aughhgh~ 

From the pot came to a soft yet hard whistle, like that of almost a harmonica and flute combined. It was unique surly, but yet didn't sound awful either.