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The Sixth Floor, Friday Evening
Friday, February 25th, 2011 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillajelloKate had been roaming the dorms for the past day and a half, enjoying the calm and the freedom to do practically whatever the hell she wanted, even if that whatever was nothing more than trying out whether she could play Chopsticks on the piano on the first floor without too much of a risk of anyone walking in to see her making a fool of herself
And like she'd decided yesterday, in the evening she ended up on the sixth floor for a little party of one. This was the first time she'd been past the fourth floor since before Christmas, and in the back of her mind she knew it could very well be the last time, too, so she was savoring it. Which meant she'd spent a considerable amount of time in the ballpit, yes.
It also meant she was taking advantage of the dancefloor. She'd taken a while to figure out how to get the lights and the disco ball going, but once she had it was pretty fucking spectacular. And obviously she'd queued up music on the sound system: a fairly random bunch of songs ranging from sleek French electro pop through shouty Japanese bands to the best of the American indie rock scene from the past 20 years or so. There were even a couple of short bits of jazz in there. You couldn't live with Marshall and not end up liking some of it.
As for nourishment, she had a pizza and a bowl of fruit salad in the kitchen, but for the time being she'd been distracted from the whole dinner thing by a particulary good song coming on. She'd rushed to the dancefloor to dance and sing along, loudly.
"-- When she wants something, man, she don't wanna pay for it!
Screw Hawaii. This was the real vacation for her. It didn't mean all the confusing thoughts weren't still there, but they were taking a backseat for now.
[ooc: Open to interaction both in person and by phone, yes yes.]
And like she'd decided yesterday, in the evening she ended up on the sixth floor for a little party of one. This was the first time she'd been past the fourth floor since before Christmas, and in the back of her mind she knew it could very well be the last time, too, so she was savoring it. Which meant she'd spent a considerable amount of time in the ballpit, yes.
It also meant she was taking advantage of the dancefloor. She'd taken a while to figure out how to get the lights and the disco ball going, but once she had it was pretty fucking spectacular. And obviously she'd queued up music on the sound system: a fairly random bunch of songs ranging from sleek French electro pop through shouty Japanese bands to the best of the American indie rock scene from the past 20 years or so. There were even a couple of short bits of jazz in there. You couldn't live with Marshall and not end up liking some of it.
As for nourishment, she had a pizza and a bowl of fruit salad in the kitchen, but for the time being she'd been distracted from the whole dinner thing by a particulary good song coming on. She'd rushed to the dancefloor to dance and sing along, loudly.
"-- When she wants something, man, she don't wanna pay for it!
Screw Hawaii. This was the real vacation for her. It didn't mean all the confusing thoughts weren't still there, but they were taking a backseat for now.
[ooc: Open to interaction both in person and by phone, yes yes.]