Room 511, Wednesday Night

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of a clarinet she's supposed to be practicing faithfully whose case she hasn't opened in at least four weeks, must be in want of anything that might prove a suitable distraction from opening same. Luckily for our heroine, she was also in possession of a cd player, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and an empty ribbon-cola bottle that served as an excellent impromptu karaoke mic.

[OOC: Open post is open. Open door is...not as shut as Francine thinks it is.]

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Faced with a disturbing lack of cookies in the fourth floor common room, Wes had wandered upstairs to see if perhaps he'd fare better on the fifth floor. He did, and so he's walking down the hall, package of Oreos in hand, when he hears... singing? He stops, torn between knocking and not knocking.

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The fact that Francine has reached the "Do you neeeeeeeeed anybody?" stage of the song might... or might not... help him with that decision.

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Yeah, okay. Knocking it is. He raps at the door.

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"I get by with a little--URP!" Francine spun around at the sound. "That wasn't me, that was Ringo!" Just ignore the empty cola bottle she was still holding up to her mouth, 'kay?

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"Ringo kind of sounds like a girl," Wes notes, poking the door open the rest of the way and leaning against the frame.

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"He... was always more of a drummer than a singer?" Francine pointed out.

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"Does he like Oreos?" Wes ponders, holding up the bag of aforementioned cookies and giving it a little shake.

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Francine's eyes lit up. "He might. I could...save some for him!"

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"That's a good plan," Wes decides. "I think there's enough for the two of us too," he notes. Not that he'd set out with the intention of sharing cookies with anyone, much less invisible British drummers, but, well. He'd essentially invited himself in and it'd be kind of rude *not* to share, so.

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"We should probably have some now, then," Francine said with a grin. "Ringo's a huge cookie-hog. There won't be anything but crumbs if he gets to them first."

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Alice was entirely too fond of wandering the hallways now and again, for no reason in particular. A bit of air, perhaps, not feeling too cooped up in one's own space.

When she returned, she hesitated in the doorway, smiling to herself at the vocals and hoping she wouldn't interrupt.

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You'd think she'd have learned after getting interrupted by Wes, but this is Francine we're talking about. She'd gone so far as to substitute a hairbrush for the Coke bottle and try to keep an eye on the door, but, well, you get distracted, you know?

Which is why she ended up breaking off mid-Will you still feed m-- to blink sheepishly towards her roommate. "What're my chances of convincing you that was a homework assignment?"

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"Of course it was," Alice said blithely, with a mischevious smile. "I believe I had that class last term. Luckily, I was able to restrict my singing to hours when you were away."

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Belatedly, the mun Francine remembered that there had been a karaoke class, and felt guilty for a minute, until belaterdly, she remembered that as far as she knew, Alice hadn't been in it any more than Francine was taking the one this term. "Yeah, that's one of the skills I still need to master."

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"You could leave a sign on the door," Alice laughed. "'Singing In Progress, Please Wait To Be Admitted.'"

hahaha, I so forgot that, too. GO ME for ambiguous jokes!

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"And then people would know not to send the ASPCA in thinking I was torturing Dinah or something. I like this plan."

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"You could get her to sing back-up, I think," Alice smiled. "See what sort of music she's fond of. What song was that, may I ask?"

Dinah would make a poor back-up singer at the moment, for she was curled up on Alice's bed, fast asleep.

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It took her a second's distracted mental rewinding to call it back to her head, the CD having moved on already. "Oh - When I'm Sixty-Four."

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"Was that ..." Alice needed a moment to try to remember all of those names. "It starts with a B. Beatles?"

Alice was still only up to the Ds. But she'd found some interesting bits on her way.

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That anyone could be from anywhere or anywhen that didn't have the Beatles was one of those believe-or-break things that stepped dangerously close to the break side of the equation, but Francine still preferred to stay unbroke, so she nodded gamely. "Yep! Sergeant Pepper. That's the album."

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"I think I heard that one," Alice mused. "Is that the one with the blank cover, or the one with all of the people crammed onto the front?"

Ah, the joys of being a century or two out of place.

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Francine laughed. "The crammy one. With the big drum in the middle."

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[ ooc: thank you for earworming me with both Austen and Beatles. XD ]

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