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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

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

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.

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.

Edited 2012-07-24 05:31 (UTC)

And that would be a little bit of breakfast flying past Zayne's head. Look, it was a little easier to aim with proper nutrition and sleep.

"Damn hippie."

"At least it wasn't Kumbaya?" Zayne offered.

Don't ask how he knew that. The damn hippie.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

"Nope," Dinah agreed. "I was always brave
And kind of righteous
Now I find I’m wavering... Oh, hell." She took a huge bite of breakfast and tried not to gag.

Will we stay this way forever? Jack asked rhetorically. Sleepwalk through our lives' endeavor?

"I really am," he added around a mouthful of possibly-once-eggs, "starting to think we'll die here. And we won't even be lucky enough to die young."

Whatever!

I don't want to be
Going through the motions
Losing all my drive... "We won't. We can't. At some point, she's going to over-reach herself," Dinah said. "Don't tell me you think Umbridge is good enough not to screw up before we're senior citizens."

Jack gave her a look. "No, but she hasn't slipped in five years. People stronger than either of us have died or been broken. I can't be an optimist."

Where do we go from here?
When does the end appear?

Dinah sighed, and then returned the look. "So what are you going to be, then?"

The less we say about it the better, Jack sang at her. Make it up as we go along. Feet on the ground, head in the sky, it's okay I know nothing's wrong.

He shrugged. "Denial might be nice, if I could manage it."

Dinah looked around at their fellow prisoners. Inmates. Whatever.

"Are you sure about that?"

Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone ...

"Not even close," Jack admitted. "I just feel like I'm losing my mind. Maybe if I went ahead and did it this would all be easier."

He drew another deep breath. "... and I didn't mean that, either."

It wasn't like she could get into more trouble for putting an arm around Jack's shoulders.

Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts... She snickered, then sighed. "I know you didn't. Hey, if venting gloom and doom keeps you keeping on, it's all good."

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.

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.

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