Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

[not_a_moonie]

The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was bored, and Alana was just down the hall-- and listening to something good, at that.

So it seemed perfectly natural to park himself in her doorway, rap his knuckles on the door, and go, "Hey, if it isn't my favorite planetary expat," he said, "Planning to tourist?"

[not_a_moonie]

"Maybe," Alana said, grinning at him but barely pausing in her dance to gesture him in. "The song doesn't make Cambodia sound that great, but who knows."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned, but he only half-shut the door as he came in. It'd be sad if the rest of the floor had to miss out on the Dead Kennedys, right? "You know what they say," he said merrily, "It's tough, kid, but it's life."

[not_a_moonie]

"S'true," Alana decided, nodding. She was slightly out of breath from the pace of the song. "And I don't want to -- oof -- only see the pretty parts of your planet. That'd be cheating."

[giveherahand]

Mara poked her head into the open door. "Sounds like you're having fun."

[not_a_moonie]

"Punk rock dance party," Alana informed her, still pogoing in place. "Wanna join in?"

[giveherahand]

"Sure," Mara said, grinning and bopping along immediately like the dancer she was. "What's this song?"

[not_a_moonie]

"'Holiday in Cambodia,'" Alana said, pausing for just long enough to double-check the display on her phone. "The band's called the Dead Kennedys. I just kind of clicked random songs until I got something that seemed stompy in a fun way."