First Floor Rec Room, Sunday morning

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Dave had recently had a passion stirred within him. A longing that had but one name: TAP. Well, it probably had more names. Hoofing, for one. Tripping the light fantastic for another, if you believed synonym.com. But it was a passion that was, admittedly, kind of embarrassing and extremely noisy, so he tried not to practice it in his room for fear of Topher or neighbors.

That's why he was in the rec room practicing right now. Slightly out of the way but still putting himself out there for encouragement and, perhaps, bonding with fellow semi-hidden hoofers. There was just one problem.

Breasts.

Dave didn't have a whole lot in that area this weekend, but a little was enough without the proper undergarments and while tap dancing. He hadn't yet figured out how to adjust for extra bits flopping around wildly. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it felt true when he couldn't get a traveling Maxie Ford right. The breasts were the only explanation. He didn't know how, but they were throwing him off completely.

So never mind the guy cursing the very existence of his breasts while making noise by stepping awkwardly around the rec room. He was just practicing.

[OOC: Do yourself a favor. Never read descriptions of tap dance moves on Wikipedia. Just YouTube them. Anyway, open!]

Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

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Chuck had tried so, so hard to hide away this entire weekend. That was how long these usually lasted, and he'd managed to avoid island crazy in that way a few times before. It worked for him.

And it had worked this time! Mostly. But without preparation there was only so long he could hole up in his dorm room reading and living off chips and candy before hunting down something a little more like... well, real food became necessary, and as such, leaving his safe-haven. From experience of these things, everyone went down at once, but as he recalled not everyone looked like girls they knew, and somehow that was worse. He'd blocked out this particular memory when meeting Annie for a reason. It made his head hurt in so many ways, and him uncomfortable in so many more.

So he planned to make this little outing as short (and himself as blendy) as possible. Keeping a hoodie up while making cereal might not necessarily the most subtle choice, but was what he went with.

[[ Open common room, with potential for bouts of SP as I have guests. ]]