this barricade is not made of paving-stones, nor of joists, nor of bits of iron
Characters: righteousapollo and le_centre
Location: DANGER ROOM
Time: idk, post-conference I suppose
Content: ROLLER DISCO BARRICADE DANGER ROOM SESSION. Accidental, that is. It's probably as ridiculous as you think it is.
Format: Action tags.
[The current Danger Room program is only known as 'Barricade Scenario'. It's a little known program that doesn't seem to be particularly interesting to most people - but there's a very small group of people in the Institute to whom this program means a great deal.]
[It's a holographic reconstruction of a certain barricade-centered political riot from the Summer of 2008. Enjolras has reached a specific point in the program - namely, the calm before the storm in the early hours before the sunrise of June 6th.]
[He sits on the crest of the barricade, slightly sweaty and regretting not wearing more suitable clothing than his usual long-sleeved shirt and trousers, contemplating the carbine in his hands.]
[The accuracy of the program is uncanny Enjolras thinks to himself as ominous silhouettes begin to move in the shadows beyond the barricade. He grips the carbine resolutely with one hand and hooks the other over his back, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground before settling down to lean over the crest of the barricade to line up a shot at a shadow.]
[Courfeyrac arrives in the Danger Room control center and freezes by the computer. The barricade is on the other side of the glass. Courfeyrac is momentarily stunned. Then he sees Enjolras- or rather, he sees the lack of Enjolras's shirt.]
... yeah, don't remember that happening. [contemplates shirtless Enjolras] Though I think this is probably an improvement. [is now rather wishing Enjolras had been shirtless on the barricades and begins to reflect that a lot of things would be improved if Enjolras was shirtless in them. Law class, for example. Courfeyrac would have had perfect attendance if Enjolras's shirt had just skipped class instead. Courfeyrac has always been aware that Enjolras was handsome, but sometimes forgets that Enjolras can be really distractingly gorgeous. He immediately shelves his plans to work on his own rather sad ability to defend himself in favor of sitting down and watching Enjolras, still shirtless, kick ass and take names.]
[Though... it is admittingly kind of distrubing how much he's enjoying this. Courfeyrac begins fussing around with the computers] Condemned Warehouse, Dr. Doom's Lair... Disco, Roller?
A... roller disco. [clicks on icon]
[Enjolras finds - with no small amount of surprise and annoyance - that the latest shadowed figure he has trained his sights on is, in fact, a petite lady with a rather large afro in a metallic catsuit skating in large circles around the barricade. Very quickly she is joined by several others in various ridiculous get-ups but all sporting rather loudly-coloured roller skates.]
[He sits back on his haunches, leaning on the carbine and narrowing his eyes in suspicion, and watches a conga line of skaters glide around the base of the barricade. Coloured lights illuminate the streets from inexplicable sources. Car Wash begins to play.]
[Enjolras turns around with painful slowness to fix the control room a steady yet nonplussed look.]
[Stares wide-eyed at the Danger Room, immobilized by the electric beat of Car Wash. Well, that was exactly what it said on the tin. It was a roller disco.]
[Why someone thought that a roller disco would be an important training experience Courfeyrac has no idea.]
[finds a microphone; a little weakly] Ah, salut Enjolras.
[a pause] There was a button. It said 'disco, roller'. [muttered, to self] Car wash! Working at the car wash yeaaah. [mike cuts out, but after a minute] You cannot expect me to see an icon on a computer that looks like a button and says 'roller disco' and not click on it. I regret nothing.
[Oh, it was Courfeyrac! Enjolras gave a small, dry laugh. He wasn't quite sure who he'd thought - or feared - it might have been up there but the realisation that it was Courfeyrac came as something of an odd relief. He ran his free hand through his hair and gave the skaters a despairing look.]
You're right, that would be too much to ask.
[Distracted as he is by the roller-disco invasion Enjolras seems to have forgotten their previous awkward moments. He stands up and accidentally knocks his head against a low mirror ball. Swatting it away with an impatient hand he gestured at the conga skate-line.]
Courfeyrac, what have you done to my barricade?
I have made it better! [said with all due innocence] I- hang on, why am I using this still?
[a minute later, Courfeyrac nearly tumbles into the room, flushed but still looking rather pleased with himself] At the car wash! Working at the car wash yeah- sing it with me-- I mean, you made improvements on the barricade on your own- [covertly kicking Enjolras's shirt out of easy reach as he walks forward] This is... I mean, don't you think that the barricade would have been so much better with a disco ball?
[looking very tempted to join the conga skate line, still singing along] Work! And work!
[Enjolras notices his shirt disappearing some way off with a frown. He's not particularly self-conscious - and given the shameless size of some of the holographic roller-discoers' hotpants it was almost as if Enjolras and Courfeyrac were somewhat overdressed for this particular Danger Room scenario. Still, that particular move was rather annoying.]
[But at the mention of disco balls Enjolras gives the one nearby his head an appraising sideways glance. He contemplates being diplomatic about the whole thing until he catches sight of the fact that the barricade now has a smoke machine. Instead, he shakes his head slowly and bluntly.]
No. Not better.
[He sits down on the barricade, carbine laid across his lap and arms folded across his bare chest.]
In fact, I would class this as an act of sabotage. [He says this with a serenely dead-pan expression.]
Wow, there's a smoke machine. [He is kind of awed by this and goes over to investigate, but, hearing Enjolras's tone, immediately scrambles up to sit near to Enjolras and look up at him with a woe-be-gone expression]
I hadn't meant to Enjolras- there was a button and I pressed it. And- wow I didn't need to see that [eyeing a particularly egregious pair of hot pants on a skater]- but... what were you doing on the barricade anyways? [tilts head to the side and looks up at him, managing to disguise the fact that he is checking out Enjolras's bare chest as mild curiosity about reliving the 5th and 6th of June.]
Problem solving. [he simply replies, inspecting the carbine in his lap and largely oblivious to Courfeyrac's gaze.] Although, admittedly in a way your sabotage has solved my problem.
[he gestures to the transmuted National-Guardsmen-turned-disco-dancers, some of whom were wearing brightly coloured 70s tinsel wigs. Enjolras observes wearily:]
The only threat the enemy forces now pose to the barricade is an over-abudance of camp.
[faux-helpfully] And a funky disco beat! I am glad to have been of service.
[scrambles up the barricade to look at the newly funky National Guardsmen, grabs at one and reappears with an impish grin and a gold tinsel wig stuck on his head] Look Enjolras, now we have matching hair!
[At this Enjolras drops his head into his hands. He's laughing in a muffled, weary way but it's only obvious by the shaking of his bare shoulders. After a few seconds he rubs his face and lifts his head again, giving Courfeyrac a rare grin.]
Very funny. [he carefully sets the gun on his lap aside and runs a hand through his fringe, pulling it in front of his eyes so he can inspect it.] But I'm afraid you've out-blonded me there.
Out-blonded you? [shocked] Never!
[clambers closer to him, ostensibly to compare hair] I don't believe it. [leans head against Enjolras's and holds up a strand of tinsel and a strand of Enjolras's hair to compare] Nah, I don't think so. I'm just... sparklier than you are.
[Enjolras obligingly leans his head towards Courfeyrac's to allow for greater comparison. While Courfeyrac examines the two strands Enjolras can't help but stare warily at the bizarre tinsel wig. It's really quite hideous. Enjolras is more than relieved that it is holographic and can't be taken out of the Danger Room. Speaking of which...]
It's probably not the best idea to have the Danger Room running two conflicting programs at the same time, you know. [he observes thoughtfully, raising his eyebrows at Courfeyrac.]
Why Enjolras, I had no idea you liked roller discos that much!
[slings an arm around Enjolras's bare shoulders] It does my heart good to see you expanding your horizons like this. We shall have a roller disco party for... hm, someone's birthday is bound to come up soon.
[Enjolras looks perplexed and pulls his head away slightly so he can give Courfeyrac a Look. He laughs in puzzlement.]
Actually, I was referring to the fact that we should remove the roller disco from the barricade program before it melts from the incongruity of it all.
[the touch of Courfeyrac's arm on his shoulder reminds Enjolras that he's still not properly dressed. He shivers a bit and frowns at the fact that his shirt has been kicked so far out of reach.]
Location: DANGER ROOM
Time: idk, post-conference I suppose
Content: ROLLER DISCO BARRICADE DANGER ROOM SESSION. Accidental, that is. It's probably as ridiculous as you think it is.
Format: Action tags.
[The current Danger Room program is only known as 'Barricade Scenario'. It's a little known program that doesn't seem to be particularly interesting to most people - but there's a very small group of people in the Institute to whom this program means a great deal.]
[It's a holographic reconstruction of a certain barricade-centered political riot from the Summer of 2008. Enjolras has reached a specific point in the program - namely, the calm before the storm in the early hours before the sunrise of June 6th.]
[He sits on the crest of the barricade, slightly sweaty and regretting not wearing more suitable clothing than his usual long-sleeved shirt and trousers, contemplating the carbine in his hands.]
[The accuracy of the program is uncanny Enjolras thinks to himself as ominous silhouettes begin to move in the shadows beyond the barricade. He grips the carbine resolutely with one hand and hooks the other over his back, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground before settling down to lean over the crest of the barricade to line up a shot at a shadow.]
[Courfeyrac arrives in the Danger Room control center and freezes by the computer. The barricade is on the other side of the glass. Courfeyrac is momentarily stunned. Then he sees Enjolras- or rather, he sees the lack of Enjolras's shirt.]
... yeah, don't remember that happening. [contemplates shirtless Enjolras] Though I think this is probably an improvement. [is now rather wishing Enjolras had been shirtless on the barricades and begins to reflect that a lot of things would be improved if Enjolras was shirtless in them. Law class, for example. Courfeyrac would have had perfect attendance if Enjolras's shirt had just skipped class instead. Courfeyrac has always been aware that Enjolras was handsome, but sometimes forgets that Enjolras can be really distractingly gorgeous. He immediately shelves his plans to work on his own rather sad ability to defend himself in favor of sitting down and watching Enjolras, still shirtless, kick ass and take names.]
[Though... it is admittingly kind of distrubing how much he's enjoying this. Courfeyrac begins fussing around with the computers] Condemned Warehouse, Dr. Doom's Lair... Disco, Roller?
A... roller disco. [clicks on icon]
[Enjolras finds - with no small amount of surprise and annoyance - that the latest shadowed figure he has trained his sights on is, in fact, a petite lady with a rather large afro in a metallic catsuit skating in large circles around the barricade. Very quickly she is joined by several others in various ridiculous get-ups but all sporting rather loudly-coloured roller skates.]
[He sits back on his haunches, leaning on the carbine and narrowing his eyes in suspicion, and watches a conga line of skaters glide around the base of the barricade. Coloured lights illuminate the streets from inexplicable sources. Car Wash begins to play.]
[Enjolras turns around with painful slowness to fix the control room a steady yet nonplussed look.]
[Stares wide-eyed at the Danger Room, immobilized by the electric beat of Car Wash. Well, that was exactly what it said on the tin. It was a roller disco.]
[Why someone thought that a roller disco would be an important training experience Courfeyrac has no idea.]
[finds a microphone; a little weakly] Ah, salut Enjolras.
[a pause] There was a button. It said 'disco, roller'. [muttered, to self] Car wash! Working at the car wash yeaaah. [mike cuts out, but after a minute] You cannot expect me to see an icon on a computer that looks like a button and says 'roller disco' and not click on it. I regret nothing.
[Oh, it was Courfeyrac! Enjolras gave a small, dry laugh. He wasn't quite sure who he'd thought - or feared - it might have been up there but the realisation that it was Courfeyrac came as something of an odd relief. He ran his free hand through his hair and gave the skaters a despairing look.]
You're right, that would be too much to ask.
[Distracted as he is by the roller-disco invasion Enjolras seems to have forgotten their previous awkward moments. He stands up and accidentally knocks his head against a low mirror ball. Swatting it away with an impatient hand he gestured at the conga skate-line.]
Courfeyrac, what have you done to my barricade?
I have made it better! [said with all due innocence] I- hang on, why am I using this still?
[a minute later, Courfeyrac nearly tumbles into the room, flushed but still looking rather pleased with himself] At the car wash! Working at the car wash yeah- sing it with me-- I mean, you made improvements on the barricade on your own- [covertly kicking Enjolras's shirt out of easy reach as he walks forward] This is... I mean, don't you think that the barricade would have been so much better with a disco ball?
[looking very tempted to join the conga skate line, still singing along] Work! And work!
[Enjolras notices his shirt disappearing some way off with a frown. He's not particularly self-conscious - and given the shameless size of some of the holographic roller-discoers' hotpants it was almost as if Enjolras and Courfeyrac were somewhat overdressed for this particular Danger Room scenario. Still, that particular move was rather annoying.]
[But at the mention of disco balls Enjolras gives the one nearby his head an appraising sideways glance. He contemplates being diplomatic about the whole thing until he catches sight of the fact that the barricade now has a smoke machine. Instead, he shakes his head slowly and bluntly.]
No. Not better.
[He sits down on the barricade, carbine laid across his lap and arms folded across his bare chest.]
In fact, I would class this as an act of sabotage. [He says this with a serenely dead-pan expression.]
Wow, there's a smoke machine. [He is kind of awed by this and goes over to investigate, but, hearing Enjolras's tone, immediately scrambles up to sit near to Enjolras and look up at him with a woe-be-gone expression]
I hadn't meant to Enjolras- there was a button and I pressed it. And- wow I didn't need to see that [eyeing a particularly egregious pair of hot pants on a skater]- but... what were you doing on the barricade anyways? [tilts head to the side and looks up at him, managing to disguise the fact that he is checking out Enjolras's bare chest as mild curiosity about reliving the 5th and 6th of June.]
Problem solving. [he simply replies, inspecting the carbine in his lap and largely oblivious to Courfeyrac's gaze.] Although, admittedly in a way your sabotage has solved my problem.
[he gestures to the transmuted National-Guardsmen-turned-disco-dancers, some of whom were wearing brightly coloured 70s tinsel wigs. Enjolras observes wearily:]
The only threat the enemy forces now pose to the barricade is an over-abudance of camp.
[faux-helpfully] And a funky disco beat! I am glad to have been of service.
[scrambles up the barricade to look at the newly funky National Guardsmen, grabs at one and reappears with an impish grin and a gold tinsel wig stuck on his head] Look Enjolras, now we have matching hair!
[At this Enjolras drops his head into his hands. He's laughing in a muffled, weary way but it's only obvious by the shaking of his bare shoulders. After a few seconds he rubs his face and lifts his head again, giving Courfeyrac a rare grin.]
Very funny. [he carefully sets the gun on his lap aside and runs a hand through his fringe, pulling it in front of his eyes so he can inspect it.] But I'm afraid you've out-blonded me there.
Out-blonded you? [shocked] Never!
[clambers closer to him, ostensibly to compare hair] I don't believe it. [leans head against Enjolras's and holds up a strand of tinsel and a strand of Enjolras's hair to compare] Nah, I don't think so. I'm just... sparklier than you are.
[Enjolras obligingly leans his head towards Courfeyrac's to allow for greater comparison. While Courfeyrac examines the two strands Enjolras can't help but stare warily at the bizarre tinsel wig. It's really quite hideous. Enjolras is more than relieved that it is holographic and can't be taken out of the Danger Room. Speaking of which...]
It's probably not the best idea to have the Danger Room running two conflicting programs at the same time, you know. [he observes thoughtfully, raising his eyebrows at Courfeyrac.]
Why Enjolras, I had no idea you liked roller discos that much!
[slings an arm around Enjolras's bare shoulders] It does my heart good to see you expanding your horizons like this. We shall have a roller disco party for... hm, someone's birthday is bound to come up soon.
[Enjolras looks perplexed and pulls his head away slightly so he can give Courfeyrac a Look. He laughs in puzzlement.]
Actually, I was referring to the fact that we should remove the roller disco from the barricade program before it melts from the incongruity of it all.
[the touch of Courfeyrac's arm on his shoulder reminds Enjolras that he's still not properly dressed. He shivers a bit and frowns at the fact that his shirt has been kicked so far out of reach.]