Danny Vasquez (toomuchmoop) wrote,
Danny Vasquez
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Room 302; Friday Night [ 09/13 ].

Despite his rock star attitude and personable charm, Danny really wasn't much to go out and do stuff on Friday nights. At his core, he was really just a big nerd, and, back home, he had his best friends right there in the Invisible Hideout with him. No need to go out. So, to Danny, Friday nights were for two things.

Inventing...

...and dancing.

Maybe class had gotten him in the mood for the latter, but he was ready to boogie. He had his little music bot pumping out some bomb tunes, lights flashing around the room as he shook his buns and worked on a potential prototype for that fishtank he wanted to ask Alana about installing in their room.

And, duh, the door was open. What was an inventing/dancing party without an invitation for others to join, gawk, or appreciate?


[[ oh, yes, open. ]]
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Cecil had been wandering a little aimlessly just to see if anything was going on, and it was kind of hard to miss the lights and noise! He stuck his head in the room to see who it was.

"Oh! Hi, Danny." He waved.
"Ooh, yeah, uh-huh, watch it!" Sorry, Cecil, it might be a moment, Danny was totally feeling these bomb beats right now! But he did realize that someone was at the door and had said something, so he called out, "What?"

And though the tunes were loud, he could still see, so he stopped for a second to point at his visitor. "Oh, hey, Cecil! My main welding man! Come on in, we're all gettin' down with our dope selves."
Cecil beamed and came in. "I like the lights!" They reminded him of the school board.
"Wait," said Danny, over the loudness of the music, not quite hearing what Cecil had said, "who bites?"
Cecil frowned. "I'm not wearing any!"
"You're dancing," Alana observed as she laid down on her bed with a fresh paperback in hand. "Why are you dancing?"

Not that she minded it; Danny moved pretty well, and she liked the music.
"I got a better question for you, most excellent roommate," said Danny, who did not cease moving, and seemed to currently fancy a move that involved shooting his fingers at her like pistols and shimmying his shoulders. "Why aren't you dancing?"
"Because I --" Okay, there was no answer that did not involve sounding like a wet blanket. Alana stuck a bit of paper into her book to mark her place, stood up, and started shimmying back at Danny.

"You're right," she said. "People should dance more."
"What?"

So he liked his music loud. And years of this had made his hearing not exactly great to begin with. But he didn't dare put a stop in his grove now, then he'd mess up Alana's groove, too.
"I LIKE DANCING FOR NO REASON," Alana shouted, keeping up her rhythm and adding a little side-to-side bounce. "IT'S COOL THAT YOU DO TOO."
"OH MAN!" Danny shouted back "TOTALLY! I PRACTICALLY LIVE FOR FLANCING IN SNOW SEASON!"
"YEAH, I CAN'T HEAR YOU," Alana told him cheerfully. She doubted it was important, so: "TALK LATER, DANCE NOW?"
"WHAT?" Danny tried again, throwing in some kicks and head banging. "WHO STALKED TATERS AND SNOWPLOWS?"

However, for some reason, he then felt this was a good time to bring up what he wanted to bring up to his roomie one of these days. You know. When they could barely hear each other and were busting some sweet moves.

"I'M THINKING ABOUT INSTALLING A FISH TANK!"
"YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT EMBALMING A MISTAKE?" Alana tried. "OKAY, THAT MAKES NO SENSE. UNLESS YOU'RE MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN YOU SEEM."

She boogied toward the music robot, trying to see if she could figure out how to turn the volume down.
"HAHA, YEAH!" Danny laughed. "DISCO-BOT TOTALLY IS MORE BIONIC THAN A DREAM!"

Of course, he didn't see what that had to do with a fish tank and he realized that perhaps he was not communicating in the best, most effective way. No matter. He quickly did an impressive little piroette on one foot, threw up his hands, and dropped down to one knee. He let out a little sound of celebration for such a daft funky move, then reached over to press the button on the top of Discobot to shut off the music and the lights.

Discobot was used to going and making coffee right after that, but since Danny hadn't gotten a coffee machine, it mostly just turned itself upside down on its wheels and circled around the room a little.

"But, as I was saying," he said, feeling like the world was really quiet now with the music off, "is that I was thinking of installing a fish tank. What do you think, o roomalicious roomie?"
"I think I might punch you if you call me roomalicious again," Alana said lightly. (And a bit too loudly; going from loud to silent was wreaking hell on her ability to modulate her tone.) "No, seriously, it's cool. You aren't getting the kind of fish that eat people or anything?"
"No roomalicious, got it," Danny said with a grin. "And no, just, you know, cool fish. Back home, the Invisible Hideout was in the middle of a lake, and my room was below the water, so I had all these fish going by my windows all the time. I miss those little guys. They're really great on really bringing on the mellow. I'm thinking of taking over my whole side of the wall with 'em, if you're down with that."
Alana had been smiling slightly and nodding along with the story -- an underwater room sounded fairly awesome.

And then Danny got to the part about taking up a whole wall and the smile died. She didn't exactly have a rational argument against it (beyond the vague fear her side of the room would get flooded if it cracked), but it seemed excessive.

"I don't know," she said carefully. "I thought you meant, y'know, a normal size tank. Like, six fish, max."

Danny's shoulders sort of fell a little, too, as he started to wonder what these people had against giant walls of fish.

He bit his lip, looking critically at the wall in question. "Half the wall?" he offered. "Or at least just the part by my bed. Those little guys can really lull you into some sweet Zs."
"Start with the part by the bed, go up to half the wall if it's working out," Alana offered. "I'm down with that. It'd be pretty."

And probably not huge enough to cause a major flood.

toomuchmoop

3 years ago

not_a_moonie

3 years ago

Mira couldn't help but hear the racket from two doors over. "Some of us are trying to have a relaxing night in, you know!" she shouted from down the hall.

What? If he could blast music, she could yell. That was a rule.
And Danny cha-cha'd over to the door to yell back.

"WHO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT A SINTAX FIGHT?"

Yeah. It was becoming a thing.
"NO, I DON'T CARE WHO MIDWAX FLIGHT IS," Mira called back. "JUST TURN THEIR MUSIC DOWN."
"WHAT? BURN A SEASICK CLOWN?"

That just sounded cruel.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" Mira asked. She'd lived on Nar Shaddaa for TWO YEARS and was never called that. She had to go down to make sure Danny knew that was NOT okay.