Room 401, Wednesday Morning

[ultron_junior]

Vic woke up and groaned at his clock. Mornings were for squares, man. He thit the alarm four more times before he finally pulled himself out of bed.

He dressed quickly -- black turtleneck, black pants, low-top sneakers -- slicked his hair back, and looked around for something to do. He could reread "On the Road," but books weren't really his scene. Instead, he found his bongos and started beating out some sweet, sweet rhythms. Music was the best.

[OOC: Door/post open if you are drawn by those tasty bongo rhythms!]

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Outside in the hallway, someone still in 256-colors answered the beat of the bongo with drumsticks on the wall.

rat-a-tat-tat!

[ultron_junior]

There was only one possible way to respond to that. Vic bent over his bongos and started playing them faster.

bomp-a-lomp-a-lomp, a-bomp-bomp-bomp

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat-THUNK!

-- that last bit was Kenzi switching from drywall to door, highly entertained.

[ultron_junior]

"Come in and play with me, man!" Vic called, and then added a little trill of tat-tat-tats for emphasis.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-

Kenzi wandered in the door, then blinked. A lot. "Okay, this is new."

Ratta-plink! off a light fixture.

[ultron_junior]

"New beats," Victor pronounced, with a grin and a few more good tap-a-tap-taps, "are the tastiest."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Tat, ta-tat, ta-tat-ta-ta-tat

"Too true. What's with the new look?" Kenzi did a rim-shot off a chair, then sat down on the back of it.

[ultron_junior]

"This is what's happening," Vic informed her. "I thought you were down with the beat, sister."

He was not going to realize she meant the black-and-white; it seemed perfectly normal to him.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Ohhh kay. So. Black & white & goofy-oldster?

Moving on!

"Oh, I've got the beat. I stole it from the Bangles."

ratatatatatatatat!

She meant the Go-Go's. Either, way, they'd broken up before she was born.

[ultron_junior]

"Neat-o," Victor nodded seriously. "I dig it. I'm into a chick who can hold her own in the rhythm section, you know what I'm saying?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I get you," Kenzi said, not taking him too seriously, because, well. Weirdness in progress. "And drummers get all the girls." She paused. "Well, not me. But so I've observed."

[ultron_junior]

"I dig it," Victor said, with a little smirk. "Are you into poetry too? 'Cause poetry is total man bait. Poetry and chicks with guitars."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi mouthed the words 'man-bait', reveling in the epic dorkiness, and said, "I did a rap for the summer welcome thing this year. About how to avoid the weirdness and stay cool. Do you have any with the beat?"

Please say there was poetry! Please!

[ultron_junior]

"We rap," Victor confirmed. "We sit around, rap about our feelings, pass around a ... cigarette" -- not actually a cigarette -- "and then everybody feels better. That what you did at the summer shindig?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Kenzi squeaked, in an effort to not break into giggles at 'rapping' about feelings. "Sort of. Had to make the new kids feel welcome, you know?" She cleared her throat. "There were bongos there too."

Were there? Weren't there? Who cared?

[ultron_junior]

"Bongos make everybody feel welcome," Victor said, and nudged his toward hers. "Want to try mine?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Of course! And here." Kenzi ceremoniously handed over her drumsticks. "A one, a two, a one two three four--"

BOMP a LOMP a lomp lomp lomp lomp!