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]

"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!