Caritas- Wednesday, August 1

[solo_sword]

Jaina had gotten bad news a couple days ago. Jaina was at work on her regular night and very business as usual, though. She couldn't change anything, so she didn't see the point of dumping it on everyone else.

However, she might have already cleaned the bartop three times.

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The Stage

[solo_sword]

Sing. Shimmy. Maybe both at the same time.

The Bar

[solo_sword]

Where the drinks are.

The Lounge

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Not that anyone goes to lounge.

OOC

[solo_sword]

HOLY GOD, HOW IS IT ONLY WEDNESDAY?

Re: The Bar

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Accompanied, as ever, by his trusty banjo, Robin was there to have a good time, and spread the word of revolution. Both because he felt like it, and cause it was what he was doing for his Scouting assignment. Down with Umbridge.

Re: The Stage

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin donned a weetiny white T-Shirt on which he had written "GREEN PRIDE". And he began to strum his banjo, and to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QpJYB11qt4).

"Through the dustbowl through the debt
Grandma was a suffragette
Blacklisted for her publication
Blacklisted for my generation
Go, go, go

Raise your hands, raise your hands high
Don't take a seat don't stand aside
This time don't assume anything
Just go, go, go

So feed the fire and fan the flame
I know the kids can stand the rain
I know the kids are still upsetters
Cause rock is cool but the struggle is better
I said go, go, go

Raise your hands, raise your hands high
Don't take a seat don't stand aside
This time don't assume anything
This time don't assume anything
I said go, go, go

The truth is i was afraid . . .
. . .i felt inferior. . .
. . .i felt i excelled in competing with others
And i knew instantly that these people
Were not competing at all, that they were acting in a
Strange, powerful trance of movement together.
And i was filled with longing to act
With them and with the fear that i could not.

Did they tell you it was set in stone
And that you would end up alone
Use your years to psych you out
You're too old to care, they're too young to count
Did they tell you you would come undone
If you tried to touch the sun
Undermine the underground
You're too old to care they're too young to count
I said go, go, go!"