Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | August 26

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Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]

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The Concert

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Once Hannibal was certain everyone who wanted to watch was there, he took a deep breath and tried to picture them all not there. Maybe that would work. Fat fucking chance. All right, he just had to get this over with.

So, off came the bathrobe to reveal the most hideous pair of bright blue spandex pants known to man. He'd paired a white tank top with it and just went barefoot. It took a lot to make him blush and...he was almost there now.

And then, the music. Yes, the music. As soon as he hit play and took a spot in the center of the room, that blush sort of just appeared on his face. Dammmit. The music started and yep, he was going to have to actually dance now.

Hannibal was not a good dancer. He wasn't even close to a good dancer but he tried, at least. He tried to keep the rhythm, tried to, at least, look halfway decent when that was impossible but what everyone was seeing probably looked like a blind donkey getting shocked with a taser.

Not pretty.

He didn't stop though. He wasn't going to get near anyone in the common room because audience participation did not need to happen. He moved his feet, stumbled, nearly fell ass over end and had to play it off like he'd completely meant to do that. He didn't know what to do with his hands so they ended up on his hips, at his sides, clasped to each other and many other variations.

There was no crotch grabbing.

One thing that he was good at was being somewhat flexible and strong so he could do some jumps, some tumbling but nothing too advanced. And he nearly rolled into a sofa during one but he avoided that.

The donkey getting shocked with a taser get going and going and going. Hannibal wanted to crawl into a hole and die as the song's end finally neared. He wanted to never hear this music again and he wanted to hope that these spandex pants weren't ripping.

When the song mercifully came to an end, he looked like he might vomit for a minute before snatching the bathrobe up and tying it nearly tight enough that he couldn't breathe.

There. He'd done it. And he hated himself now.

[And yes, you can react now, whoo!]

Re: The Concert

[trigons_child]

Raven had been walking downstairs from the fifth floor when she heard the music. She paused to poke her head into the common room.

And staaaaaaaaaaared.

Re: The Concert

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Yes, the music coming from the common room was a little difficult not to notice, and so when Alexander went to investigate, he could only regret it. He did not know what it was he was watching, but he did know that he'd rather not be watching it.

And yet, one found themselves completely unable to look away...

Re: The Concert

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Aw, at least there was always going to be one person cheering and wolf-whistling, however stupid he looked. It was a girlfriend thing.

Yes, she was also catching this on her camera.

Re: The Concert

[vanillajello]

Kate was totally cheering him on!

While filming the whole thing. And laughing her ass off. Come on.

Re: The Concert

[glacial_queen]

Karla had been heading upstairs to pound on Zack's door and inform him that he wouldn't get to have any of the cookies they baked today when the music caught her attention.

Detouring over to see what was going on, Karla just had to stop and stare at the spectacle. And then laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.