Physical Education, period 1

[nuclear_snide]

"This week," Bob began, arguing with the Danger Shop, "we're doing...no, I said..." The room flickered through several backdrops, including stone walls, wood panelling, and bright wallpaper, "No, not that! We're working on..." It settled as a field, then glitched into a torrential downpour, "Stop that! We'll be doing..." There were sparks, and it settled into a pink padded floor with a wall full of mirrors, peppy music, and a perky woman with a big grin and bigger hair at the front dressed in a leotard and legwarmers.

Bob sighed. "I give up. We're doing jazzercise." He threw up his hands and waved them at it.

Comments

Re: Talk to the TA

[utterly_alone]

Lydia was totally here. She was both kind of into the size of the hair involved here -- like, that was some volume -- and also deeply not into the jazzercise of it all.

Re: Talk to the TA

[nuclear_snide]

Bob, exasperated (and not particularly caring whether any of them were doing the exercises), grimaced at her. "I don't suppose you can get this room to listen to you? For next week, if not for now."

Re: Talk to the TA

[utterly_alone]

"I mean, I can try," Lydia said agreeably, eyeing the controls. "I don't know if I'm going to have any better luck than you, but we might as well see if it likes me better?"

Though she might just program it to do jazzercise again for the hell of it, honestly.

Re: Talk to the TA

[nuclear_snide]

"It could hardly like you worse." Bob scowled at it. The fact that the feeling was mutual probably didn't help.