The Gym, Wednesday Night

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had actually managed to get a decent night's rest so far this year, all four days of it, but that hadn't lasted and tonight she'd once again found herself unable to get to sleep. The day's classes hadn't really helped, even if one of was her own fault for picking it.

So it was back to the gym and trying to destroy all the punching bags by hand (and foot) for her.

[ooc: open gym is open]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening, The Barry Gibb Talk Show

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"

So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(There will be OCD for this. OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)