Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was busy setting up the fifth floor common room. He pushed the couches and chairs to the walls to clear the center of the room, then arranged some pallets he'd found and shimmered upstairs to create a makeshift runway. He lined the edges with white christmas tree lights. Music, big flashlight to serve as a spotlight, yeah, he was set.

There was nothing like watching someone else humiliate themselves when you've suffered it the night before.


ETA: And the show begins.

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[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

Togusa looked shiftily to the left and right at the others. "Well, you wanted to know how to move it, right?" God, he wished he had his thermoptics. He could just vanish.

He was also sorely tempted to pop the latex endowments now.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You do that very well," Anders said once he'd recovered and readjusted his watery cleavage. "Ever considered a career as a model?"

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

"No, but I am supposed to learn how to blend into any situation." Togusa shrugged again and got up, shaking the money maker once more, relying on what he watched on the Internet to help.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Anders said between snorts of laughter, "that's not exactly gonna make you blend in."

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

He had downloaded info on DDR, most videos from the 80's and 90's tried to combine them, and was failing miserably. Togusa smirked and straightened his clothes. "Call it exhaustion. Don't forget how to work it, though!" He waved and left the common room, to head for bed.