Second Floor Common Room, Early Monday Evening

[notyourpawn]

Jono and Alice had decided to tempt fate, which was not generally seen as a good idea by those who are completely sane and rational.

This might explain why Jono and Alice Olaf and Brunhilda were standing in the second floor common room, in full Viking regalia, singing what might (if one were tone deaf and generous) pass for a rendition of some

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[furnaceface]

Well, technically, Jono Olaf wasn't singing. He was doing something that seemed suspiciously like a psychic war yodel, waving around a crude cardboard cutout that was supposed to resemble a sword.

It did, more or less.

And see, Ben? That Thor helmet that you made him has finally come in handy for something.

//To WIKTORY, Brunhilda!//

[notyourpawn]

"And to wiktory in war!" she chorused proudly. "We war, we war to Valhalla, and to Valhalla we fight war!"

Did opera really need sensible lyrics? That was not really the point of opera to begin with.

"Heiaha! Heiaha! Hojotoho!"

It was nice that her metallic valkyrie girdle was on over her regular clothes. She was still rather Victorian to be showing all of that cleavage.

[furnaceface]

A Victorian Viking and a goth one. What was the world coming to?

//Heiaha! Heiaha! Hojotoho! Have oxen been hitched to pillaging cart, Brunhilda?!//

One must never forget one's oxen and pillaging cart when one is about to wage war, after all.

[notyourpawn]

"Ohhhhhhhh, my Olaf!" Brunhilda sang mournly. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyy must you pillage? Why must you war? Our baby should know his faaaaaaaaaaaaather!"

Hopefully, Didi would not find out about Brunhilda's immaculate conception. Perhaps the pregnancy mood swings were to blame for Brunhilda's sudden pacifist stance?

[bamf_tastic]

Something very DEFINITELY Wagnerian peered into the common room, drawn by the bad singing. "Was ist das?" Kurt asked, softly.

[notyourpawn]

"Bravely, bravely, Vikings to war!" Brunhilda sang loudly. Because opera was better when you made up extra lyrics. Especially insipid ones. "Come, my noble coun-try-man! Val-hal-la awaiiiiiiits!"

Just because she couldn't exactly hit that note wasn't going to keep her from holding it. For a very long time.

[furnaceface]

//First, we take England,// Olaf added, though his singsong wasn't nearly as... lyrical.

The lack of throat and mouth helped that along nicely.

//And then, to the roof! For Valhalla!//

[bamf_tastic]

Kurt blinked. "Valhalla? SERIOUSLY? Are you two all right in the head?"