Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

It was still pretty bland, but it was warm this morning! What a blessing, truly.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[detentionsbitch.livejournal.com]

Jaye was picking at her food, but she didn't want to go a whole day without eating, so she was getting through it. She was contemplating throwing bits of the leftovers (and there would be leftovers, dammit) at others, just to liven things up.

Sing before she throws stuff, people.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[armednderanged.livejournal.com]

As Zayne poked around at his food again, he couldn't help but feel somewhat optimistic. He'd been here for years now, and you know what? Warm oatmeal was a good start to the day. It made him optimistic for the day to come.

It was enough to make a guy sing.

"I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart!
Where?
Down in my heart!
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart
Down in my heart to stay

And I'm so happy
So very happy
I've got the power of the Force in my midichlorians
In my midichlorians
And I'm so happy
So very happy
I've got the power of the Force in my midichlorians

I've got the power of the Force, the power of the Force
In my midichlorians
Where?
In my midichlorians
Where?
In my midichlorians
I've got the power of the Force, the power of the Force
In my midichlorians
Where?
In my midichlorians to stay.

And if Umbridge doesn't like it
She can sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack!

And if Umbridge doesn't like it
She can sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack to stay!"

Zayne paused there. That was probably an ill-advised verse, all things considered. Maybe he could cover it up with one more verse!

"And I'm so happy
So very happy
I've got the power of the Force in my midichlorians
In my midichlorians
And I'm so happy
So very happy
I've got the power of the Force in my midichlorians!"

So. Yeah. Zayne was just going to eat his food now and try not to sing anymore today.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[acagedgoose.livejournal.com]

Goose was shoving his food down his mouth as quickly as he could this morning. It was most likely not going to end well but he was hoping that it would at least stop him from trying to sing for a while at least.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[panickedbanik.livejournal.com]

Stark ate because the food was there. Starving, at least, was not an acceptable way out of this. If there was a way out of this.

So he ate. Slowly, and unhappily, but he ate. Not that anything done in this room was ever done happily. At least outside of visiting hours.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[toomanyofme.livejournal.com]

Jamie was eating with his hands much like an animal might as he sang under his breath:

Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like --
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like.
Just thinking of growing fat --
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling!

Food, glorious food!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more --
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food,
Magical food,
Wonderful food,
Marvellous food,
Fabulous food!

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[promisenogood.livejournal.com]

Elphaba stared at her food this morning, and was overcome with the urge to start singing. Her face soured and she did the only thing she could think to do... she shoveled some of it in her mouth in hopes that it would prevent her from breaking into an aria.

It worked, for now.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Nothing here is real, nothing here is right ... going through the motions, walking through the part...

Jack frowned hard at himself. "Lukewarm powdered scrambled eggs," he announced, "are normally not anything to sing about, are they?"

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[u-s-of-leda.livejournal.com]

Florida grabbed some food like it might be snatched away at any moment. Then she took up her usual position under the table.

Not long after she dug in, she began to hum.

Re: Enjoy Your Breakfast [07/24]

[hatesallthis.livejournal.com]

April wasn't singing. She didn't even much want to make fun shapes in her food today, either. Mostly she just wanted to drum on the table with plastic cutlery to the tune of a song she'd been working on sometime before getting stuck here.

She really missed her drums.

Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Or sing with them! Make pretty harmonies about your suffering!

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

Dinah had tried to glue her mouth shut with bad food before. But now:

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men
It is a music of the people
who will not be slaves again...

Joy. Rapture. Head-wall.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[acagedgoose.livejournal.com]

Goose was sitting in his usual spot away from everyone but every now and then he would start singing much to his annoyance.

"I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world,"

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

Cassidy had bypassed breakfast and was now sitting with her side against the wall, resting her head against it. She kept opening her eyes to look around her every few minutes and then would close them again.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com]

Jono wasn't singing.

Jono couldn't sing.

Jono was sitting there with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed, hating everything about today.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[panickedbanik.livejournal.com]

At least he wasn't singing. Or maybe he just wasn't singing yet. But he'd never been afflicted with singing any other time, so perhaps this would pass him by again and he would have something tiny to be thankful for. Stark doubted it. But it was the tiniest glimmer of hope and he could cling to that, at least for a little while. For now he would just listen to the singing.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[screwedbyfates.livejournal.com]

Eve sat on the floor, her back against the wall, her lips pressed firmly together. She was not singing any more than was absolutely necessary, no thank you. She'd never enjoyed this and she wasn't about to start now.

Even as she sat, she looked around for the people she knew, keeping a mental tally. It was one of the things that kept her sanity in check, such as it was. (Which was really not at all.)

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[detentionsbitch.livejournal.com]

Jaye so far wasn't singing. But other people were. This was both the greatest day she'd had down here in a while, and something like torture at the same time, because she didn't have a video camera.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[losthiscool.livejournal.com]

Anything you can do, I can do better... Emma's voice reverberated through Bobby's head. I can do anything better than you.

"No you can't!"

Yes I can!

"No you can't!"

Yes I can!

"No you can't!"

Yes I can! Yes I can!

That's right, folks. Bobby was apparently singing a duet to himself. He backed himself further into his corner and put his head in his hands. He hated days like today.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[promisenogood.livejournal.com]

Without the horrible mush to preoccupy her mouth, Elphaba found herself quite unable to avoid singing when it came to later in the day...

So baby can't you see
I've got to break free
I've got to break free
I want to break free, yeah

She grimaced and scratched at her forehead with her fingernails. She didn't like this singing one bit.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com]

Bruce should probably appreciate the fact that Raven had put him in a state of euphoria today. Deep down he wished that he could feel anything but what was forced upon him.

But wishes didn't give him a damn thing.

So today Bruce was sitting and staring at his hands in a dreamy fashion.

"Wow. Has anyone ever really looked at their hands before? I mean really looked at their hands?"

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/24]

[notso-it-girl.livejournal.com]

Hanna sat in a corner, careful not to draw attention to herself. Too bad she couldn't stop herself from singing.

Private eyes
They're watching me
They see my every move
Private eyes
They're watching me
Private eyes
They're watching me watching me watching me watching me

She covered her mouth in an attempt to prevent more lyrics from escaping.

Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Let's hope everyone who comes by today can carry a tune, yes?

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

Cassidy hated Tuesdays. Tuesdays meant a specific visitor. Oh, she sometimes came on other days, but she always came on Tuesdays. It was like a bastardization of a ritual between them.

Enjoy Your Dinner [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Of course dinner was cold. You can't expect warm food twice in one day!

Re: Enjoy Your Dinner [07/24]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

Dinah managed to get through most of her dinner (ugh) before the singing bug grabbed her again at some point when she was looking at Sam.

And then she had to fight to keep her voice very low so no one would hear it, and not look anywhere.

If you're asking
I can't say no (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK8Jys3K6rI&feature=related)
Just one more chapter
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls...

Well. Shit.

OOC [07/24]

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

I could not think of a more appropriate icon for this post. :D