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After seeing the paper, Kitty was definitely looking forward to Saturday, and really looking forward to hearing whatever details people had. So she was definitely in a better mood today, even if she was still going back and forth between the restaurant and bar.

She was also sort of hoping no one like, sang the plans to the loyalists or whatever, but she was going to have to cross her fingers on that one.

[Again, some SP at work but dude, I've got nothing better to do so ping.]

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Get your eat on, loyalists! And of course, rebels who want to actually eat. Or if you're a rebel pretending to be a loyalist.

You get the point.

Just like every off-day from working at Wellspring, Coulson spent his day making supply drops for various resistance members so they could actually have ammunition for their weapons if necessary. But again, as always, that meant a day where he had no chance of getting some insider knowledge.

So when he needed some dinner, he went straight to the place that wore two faces as well as he did and took a seat in the lounge, where he could eavesdrop and/or just have food.

Kitty headed over with a pad of paper, greeting him with a smile. "What sounds good to you tonight?"

"I heard too much singing around town today, so definitely not music," Coulson said. "A grilled cheese with a side of fries would sound much better."

"And thank you for not singing it," she said. "Coming right up."

"Technically, I rapped it. I'm just a very bad rapper," Coulson joked.

"The worst," she laughed, and headed off with his order.

She returned when it was done, placing it on the table. "I think the cook was singing. I was not about to listen."

"That's a shame. You could have discovered someone's true talent," Coulson offered.

"I don't know what that was, but it was not talent," she said firmly.

"In that case, the important thing is that he's a good cook," Coulson said.

Password to Tino gets you into the resistance-only back room/bar!

One of the first things Umbrage had done after taking total control was expelling Robin from the school. But he hadn't left the island. He was a determined little frog, and he was doubly determined not to give in.

He'd kept up his habit of singing protest songs for the inspiration and entertainment of others, just now he had to do it at secret venues.

Today it seemed that everyone was singing, which was kinda cool.

Right now he was softly strumming his guitar and singing one of his favorites:

"Come gather round people, Where ever you roam,
And admit that the waters around you have grown,
And you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone..."

Priestly finally braved the streets to make his way over to the backroom of Caritas, making good use of a completely unseasonable scarf to muffle his voice when he felt the urge to start singing.

By the time he made it, he was even more determined than when he'd left the apartment.

"Okay," he said when he got there. "I know I'm not technically 21 yet, but can I please have something with alcohol in it?"

"I might be inclined to say yes if you agree to one," Kitty told him. "I don't want Umbridge bringing any trouble to my place."

Priestly perked up. "One's good. I can do one. I'm all for the no trouble from Umbridge."

Kitty smiled. "Good answer. What do you want, then?"

Priestly had absolutely no idea. He'd had beer on rare occasions back at his old high school, but had otherwise spent his formative years under Umbridge's thumb.

"Rum," he decided. If it was good enough for the squirrels. . . . "And coke." Because he was pretty sure he was not up to drinking rum straight.

"Coming up," she said, making the drink. "So how're things going today?"

"Oh, you know, same old, same old." Which would be when he burst into song, yes. "This place is a prison. These people aren't our friends. There are no thrills unless you're taking Umbridge pills, or these tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again.

"There's guards at the onramps, armed to the teeth. You may case the grounds from the Preserve through Umbridge Town, but you are not permitted to leave. I know there's a big world out there like the one I saw on the screen in my living room late last night, it was almost too bright to see. I know that it's not a party if it happens every night. Pretending there's glamor and candleabras when you're sitting in the candlelight."

He cleared his throat. "Aaaand that's why I've been hiding in my apartment most of the day."

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"Sometimes it's good to know this place still has a sense of humor," Kitty said, trying not to laugh as she slid his drink over. "And now I'm really glad I haven't been doing that."

"I should be glad I'm still human," Priestly supposed. He took a sip of the drink and managed to only make a small face at the kick of alcohol. "Any secret to singing avoidance you can share, or are you just lucky?"

"Lucky, I think. ~~Because my player sucks at song choices.~~ Though I guess the day's not over yet," she frowned.

"Well, it'd better be done by tomorrow. I have a class to teach, and I can't seem to guarantee I'm not going to burst into revolutionary song."

"That's what worries me a little about days like today," she admitted. "I'm hoping no one said anything they shouldn't have because they sang it."

Where else did you get to hear sentences like that?

"It can be very difficult to work under cover when you're singing what's on your mind uncontrollably," Priestly agreed. "We'll have to check the news extra close tomorrow, just to make sure."

"Speaking of, do you know anything about Saturday?" she asked. "I haven't heard specifics."

Priestly shook his head. "Nothing yet. Haven't had a chance to head over and try to get the low-down. The island has some terrible timing. You'd almost think it wants Umbridge around."

"I guess it's too much to hope they sang something awesomely incriminating at one of our people, though," she mused.

"Are you kidding? They probably had an ensemble number about fluffy pink kittens frolicking in meadows."

"...If they did and I missed it, I'm going to be pissed," she decided.

"Of course we'd miss it. It'd be held in some secret subdungeon kabal. Of fluffy pink kittens."

"They can't do something fun in the park just once, can they?" she complained.

Look, sometimes you needed to see big song and dance numbers from evil people.

"That would be doing something nice for the rest of us. That's probably explicitly against the rules, somewhere."

"There are probably rules against fun, too, actually," she frowned.

"Pretty sure. It's not dignified, or something."

"Yeah, no. Couldn't do it,"she decided.

"When all this is over? I'm having a sweater vest bonfire."

"Do the rest of us get to watch? It might be morale-building," Kitty said.

"Sure. We'll throw a whole party around it."

Btw, if anyone wants to take a Caritas shift this week, let me know! I'm trying to make sure it goes up every day this week.

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