3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nothing left to break, my life is in a thousand pieces, million reasons, why should I keep myself away? Hard to define; it always is. It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass."

Dante was humming, bobbing his head along and maybe even shifting his movements some in tune with the music in his head as he wandered around the common room with a bowl full of cereal. If there was anything funny going on with the island, he didn't know; it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten a song stuck in his head, and it wouldn't be the last. Considering he'd been listening to this CD just last night, it wasn't weird.

He kept on humming, too, as he nudged the fridge open with his foot and dipped his head in to see if there was anything good he could poach. "T-t-t-tthuh..."

[[ open, with a minor patch of SP in an hour or two. ]]

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[not_a_moonie]

Alana, too, had been humming and singing to herself all morning. She'd decided to just roll with it. Which is why she barely interrupted herself when she spotted Dante on her morning trip to get a pre-class coffee.

"Space travel's in my blood, and there ain't nothing I can do about it," she sang, then glanced over and waved. "-- oh, hey, Dante. Long journeys wear me out but, oh god, you know we won't live without it."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante waved back with the spoon in his hand - then he dumped it in the bowl so he had space to reach in and grab the strawberry yogurt someone had left behind.

"What's that?" he called.

[not_a_moonie]

"I think I'm on another world with you," Alana sang, and then went pink. "We're singing today, I guess. Sorry about that."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I dunno about singing, but I like the sound of that," Dante decided, throwing her a grin.

No, that hadn't made him figure it out yet.

"Though I guess you kinda are."

[not_a_moonie]

"Technically speaking yes," Alana agreed, grinning back. "But no, it's a whole island ... thing. It's like our own private musical episode."

Of course she was calm about it; she had a nice voice.

"I just go with it."

[boneyard_girl]

There wasn't any cereal left on Ada's floor, and so she was scoping out other floors to steal their food while she sang under her breath. "We are revolting children, living in revolting times! We sing revolting songs using revolting rhymes. We'll be revolting children,'til our revolting's done..."

She really had no idea where she'd heard this song before, but it was just stuck in her head and kept coming out.

"I'll be revolting! if no one's got any Sugar Bombs left," she muttered, opening cabinets. "Anyone seen any good cereal?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante eyed her curiously. "Watching your dress as you turn down the light I forget all about the storm outside--"

He paused.

"Huh."

[rebelseekspizza]

At this rate, there wasn't going to be any food left to steal. Dante eyed her over his cereal. "You're not getting mine," he called.

[boneyard_girl]

"Don't want yours," Ada retorted, giving him a 'bitch, please' Look over her shoulder. "I want some of my own. Someone cleared out second floor's supplies and just left granola."

RABBIT FOOD, Dante. RABBIT FOOD.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Fucking granola? Seriously?"

Eesh.

Yeah, you got a sympathetic disgusted face for that one, Ada.

[boneyard_girl]

"I wasn't fooling around, everything's true that I said, so take me seriously," Ada sang replied, and then blinked. "What...no, I don't want to know. I want real food first."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Not trying to tell you to do nothing about it; if there is something to say don't say it shout it. I used to think the worst thing was my chest cough. Stupid me, then my heart stopped, now everything is fucked!"

Hey, look. There were variations on frowny face.

"The fuck?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela entered the common room borne aloft by two shirtless delivery guys as she sang the final note of a song she wasn't where she'd learnt. They held the pose for several seconds before putting her back down and beating a quick retreat.

"Wait," she called after them. "You could have at least left the food!"

[boneyard_girl]

Ada just started clapping. "An' how'd ya manage that one?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh come on," Dante yelled after them as well. "Get back here!"

[good_for_six]

"I'm not entirely sure," Isabela said, scratching the back of her head. "It made sense at the time."

Much as she'd take the being carried around by cute boys part again, what did 'moonwalk the foxtrot' and 'polka the salsa' even mean?

[boneyard_girl]

"I have no idea," Ada said, "Maybe I should go check another common room..."

Oh, no, she could feel it bubbling up again.

So I am going down to nowhere
It is steeped in history
This is high-rise living for a
Joke like me
We are such pretty little failures
On streets paved with fools gold
And no one will think twice about
The nothing that they've sold

And all you people who are heading somewhere
Well you don't know what you're missing
'Cause there's nothing like the freedom
Of a place where no one listens

So I am going down to nowhere
With the drop-outs and the bums
I'm a soldier of the vacuum
When the darkness comes
I'm a vaudeville comedian
In a theatre of bones
And it's a laugh a minute
When nowhere is your home

Ada groaned and sat down on the counter. "This is one of those weird-ass things this place does, ain't it?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Well, nicely done anyway, Isabela-my-belle," Ada teased. "They weren't hard on the eyes at all."

[good_for_six]

"It smelled really good too." Unlike other second floor residents in this room, she'd eat the granola, but not when something better was on offer.

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's what Alana told me," Dante said contemplatively.

By which he meant 'while halfway into taking a bite of cereal.'

[good_for_six]

"They were quite pretty, weren't they," Isabela agreed. "Even if they didn't stick around to be admired."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Where'd you find those guys, anyway?" Dante asked, looking at her.

Look, how she had gotten them to come all the way up here wasn't a question.

[good_for_six]

Isabela shrugged. "They were down by the entrance. I was about to generously offer to help the food find it's rightful owner." By which she meant her, since finders keepers. "But then the singing started."

[boneyard_girl]

"She generally seems to know what's up around here, more than me at least," Ada laughed, shaking her head at herself. "I swear, I don't normally go around breaking into song when I'm in search of breakfast."

"For giggles, maybe, but not for breakfast."

[boneyard_girl]

"Or leave the food that they had. I'm hungry and not finding anything with near enough sugar for my tastes," she laughed. "It's all health food on two today for some reason, and while I like that well enough, a girl needs something sweet to start the day."