magic boombox (Hat Shore participants)

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

So where did the Hat get a magic boombox?

And where did all this boiled goose come from? Because there are platters of boiled goose in random places around the Hat Shore house. Not just in the dining room, but also on the bathroom counter, and the coffee table, and on one of the lounge chairs poolside.

The boombox starts playing. It doesn't seem to have an off switch or batteries to remove. It won't turn off until it's gone through its entire playlist. Which consists of:

• "Coconut" (Harry Nilsson)
  
• "Beat It" (Michael Jackson)
  
• "Tokyo Rush" (Haruomi Hosono)
  
• "Prisencolinensinainciusol" (Adriano Celentano)
  
• "Jozin z Bazin" (Ivan Mládek)
  
• "Don't Sit Down on the Plexiglass Toilet" (Styx)
  
• "Stick Your Ass in the Air" (Peter Stampfel)
  
• "Der Kommissar" (Falco)
  
• "Brains" (Voltaire)
  
• "Radio Ga Ga" (Queen)
  
• "Gotta Boogie" (Weird Al Yankovic)
  

As long as the music is playing, the residents of Hat Shore feel inclined to dance, wear fingerless gloves, eat boiled goose, dance some more ... (Since no one is sufficiently geriatric for the nursing-home-specific effect to kick in, everyone is spared the orgies that a magic boombox could have created.)

The dancing is interpretive and creative!

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[scouts-dishonor.livejournal.com]

The Scout, who had always had some strange compulsion to stick things on his head and wear them as hats (http://tf2wiki.net/wiki/Scout#Hats), plopped a boiled goose over his headset and got down like it ain't no thang.

The dancing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY476OfuCgg) may have been less interpretive and more on the funky side, but in either case "creative" was definitely a way to describe it.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

The towel cart by the pool no longer held towels. It held racks of boiled goose.

Beowulf was pushing the cart through the Hat Shore house, whilst doing the Train (http://www.wikihow.com/Do-the-Train-%28Dance-Move%29)

[shoggies.livejournal.com]

"Sooo cool!" The piping voices of the Shoggies rang out repeatedly, from just about every part of Hat Shore. From the kitchen to the bathrooms, from the Harkonnen Dining Experience to the poolside, and everywhere inbetween, Shoggies kept finding more boiled goose. What a happy day it was for the Hat Shore Shoggies!

As the Shoggies didn't have hands, they couldn't experience the urge to wear fingerless gloves, but, 'dance' they did, insomuch as something without feet or discernible body parts aside from randomly placed eyes and mouths could. They bounced and quivered and tumbled and squelched about creatively as they roamed the grounds of Hat Shore, seeking more of the suddenly-appearing boiled goose to devour. A couple of the Shoggies even attempted to join Beowulf in doing the Train, although this mostly consisted of random wobbling and flailing of the pseudopods, and was inspired by their desire to catch up with the boiled-goose cart being pushed by the formidable Geat.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean had no idea what he was getting in to as he wandered down in to the dining room that morning, if he had he would have stayed as far away from there as possible. But it was too little too late, he hit the door way and the music hit his ears. For the first time in his life Dean Winchester found hte urge to wear a finger less glove and luck would have it that there was one on a nearby table. The leather slid over his hand and the hunter flexed his fingers with a grin. He was going to be livid when he saw this, but the power of that boom box had him as Dean snagged a hunk of boiled goose.

As Dean walked in to the living room he heard the song Beat It. How he knew the moves he would never tell but it wasn't long before his version of interpretive dance became a repeat of the moves from the video made originally for the song.

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

Glory came boogeying in about the time the guitar solo started, to all appearances thoroughly enjoying herself, and smirked as she caught sight of the very hot guy she didn't know doing a very accurate (if horribly dated) send-up of the old video. He was gonna have a hard time with the knife fight sequence all by himself, though.

She popped a chunk of goose into her mouth, whirled around, backed up into Dean and spun and grabbed his hand at the appropriate moment, laughing at his surprise and falling into an apt pantomime of the fight, grinning wickedly the whole time. When that was over she fell in next to him and carried on with the routine, but before long she was laughing so hard she could hardly follow the music, because really.

Hell with this; if they were going to look completely stupid to an old 80's soundtrack, they might just as well go all the way. She waited for an opportune moment and seized the hunter again, sweeping him by main force into an enthusiastic tango. Still to the tune of Beat It. No, the mun doesn't know quite how that works either, but dammit, they're gonna try.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean was dragged through that fight sequence in a rather surprised state, when he was whirled and spun the hunter started laughing. Apparently this chick was just going to do her thing, rather he wanted her to or not. But hey, she was hot and he might not know the tango but Dean could give it one hell of a shot. Beat it music and all.

One thing he couldn't let keep happening was a woman leading him in a dance, Sam would never let him live it down. Dean found his feet and took the lead through the dance, he even took the woman and dipped her over his arm with a wide grin "Nice to meet you too, sweet heart. You try to sweep all the guys off their feet?" The hunter quipped as he brought the woman back up and some how moved his feet in the tango beat all while the vocals of Micheal Jackson played through out the room.

The hunter spied a rose on the table and decided he might as well go for broke, he snagged the flower and put it between his teeth right as he executed a sharp turn with the woman in his arms.

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

"Likewise, Hotshot." Sure, why not humor the poor sap, she'd already proved she could manhandle him around if she really wanted to. And letting him lead meant she got to show off her moves a little more. "Whole populations, when I'm in the mood." She laughed again at the flower. "You got Thriller and Billy Jean memorized too, or just the one with all the tough guys in leather jackets?"

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

The noise...was something else. Yukimura couldn't ever remember hearing anything like it, or seeing anything like the movements of people in the room. The food was strange looking, as well, boiled large birds that seemed a sickly gray color everywhere. It seemed to be some kind of celebration, though he didn't quite understand why or what was being celebrated.

He brushed his hair back, looking around the room at the strange gyrations, leaning against a wall, his foot tapping though the rest of his body wanted to move as well.

[republikatt.livejournal.com]

Bucky slid into the kitchen, unbearably awesome with his faded tan and sunglasses. (He slid rather easily, being mostly fur. It was like socks only better.) He could dance. He could dance well. He had plenty of groovitude (http://books.google.com/books?id=0iR_BpO_AHAC&lpg=PP1&ots=Xl8L3mujU7&dq=groovitude&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q&f=false) and was not afraid to use it.

His dancing, like everything he did, was pure cat poetry. He flailed. He air guitar'd.

He dance dance dance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cG71klJSPPI)d. It was awesome.

[noseymaddie.livejournal.com]

There were less disturbing things than an obviously fake orange cat in sunglasses dancing...many things. Finding things more disturbing was the problem. It's very questionable if they exist and if they do, the mun does not wish to contemplate them...ever.

Her mind has decided to stutter and remind her of the things she likes to read and watch when she's in the mood for a good mind fuck suspense.

Maddie's of the opinion that being forced to dance might be one of those things. And...that one glove thing was so not her thing. The farther from the 80s she got, the better. And, why did that goose look so good? Maybe it was the failed taco things...

But, she danced (like she wanted to be somewhere...anywhere....else), wore that single glove and ate, a scowl of irritation and embarrassment contorting her features.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

He kept the grin on his face, god he hated this but hey at least he got lucky enough to snag a good looking dance partner and he winked at where he knew one of the camera's had been placed and pointed at her behind her back, a signal not quite a covert one for his brother if he was watching a way of saying look at how hot she is.

Dean's eyebrow quirked as he chewed a piece of boiled goose, which was no damn cheeseburger, which he would have killed for right about now, even if the hat had him craving the gray mass in his hand instead "I don't dance" the hunter said as he continued to move through those tango steps "I'm more of a Metallica man, Sammy's the sensitive one, I'm sure he knows all those."

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

"Coulda fooled me." And in fact, considering it was a dance the guy didn't know set to completely unsuitable music, he wasn't doing half bad. Must be those finely-tuned hunter reflexes. "Work those moves, baby. Who knows, maybe we'll win a prize!

"Metallica, now you're talking!" Granted, her favorite number was 'Sanitarium.' She paused for a graceful twirl, staggering just a bit and snatching up another chunk of goose before continuing. "Hey, what's with the poultry, anyway, d'you know? It's not half bad, but it can't be good for my figure."

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

"I'm just that awesome" He smirked and truth be told, he had seen those videos in enough cheap motels it was no wonder that he could pull the routines off, you didn't always get to pick and choose your shows when the place you were staying only offered three of four channels. And of course, Dean had that instinct and ability to adapt and handle most any thing, dancing compared to the rack was a cake walk. " I hope it's a damn cheeseburger and the key out of his house" He joked as he whirled Glory out in a spin, neatly tugging her back in.

"You think we can put in a request?" He raised an eyebrow as he gnawed on his own hunk of goose "Get some better tunes in this place?" Okay, Dean was trying to figure out how he had missed this woman so far here, she liked good music and seemed right up his alley, he had no idea how much but he would as soon as he asked her room number and found out she was the one he was investigating.

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

"Can't hurt to try." She was slowly getting used to the idea of having to ask nicely for stuff. It wasn't as convenient as a legion of simpering mooks who'd do her every bidding without question, but apparently the system was workable, if inefficient and kludgy. "And I like a man who knows what he's got going for him." (They were usually much easier to manipulate than the modest ones.) "What's your name, stud?"

The music changed right about then, and somehow or other their slightly ungainly tango transmuted into a dangerously unstable polka right along with it.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean looked around, he didn't see any one to ask precisely so he just shrugged "Oi, you damn hat, mind givin' us somethin' better than this Michael Jackson crap?" She might find as cocky as he could be, Dean could only get manipulated so far, the hunter had a way of coming out on top in most situations "That so, you sure you can handle it? He smirked "Name's Dean, what should I call you?"

Dean blinked, he could not recall ever doing the polka and yet some how thanks to that Hat's doing he was moving in time with Glory to that exact dance. "Seriously? This thing has a warped sense of humor."

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

"You can call me Glory." She laughed, lifted him effortlessly off his feet, spun them through a round of the dance and set him down again without breaking stride. "And I'd say I'm doing pretty good so far.

"Warped I get. This, though, this is just downright bizarre. What kind of dance is this, anyway?"

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

"Glory, huh? Not some holy bible pusher are you?" Dean's eyes went wide "Hey put me" And by the time he got it she had set him down, even as he tried to stop dancing he kept going and that was irritating "Alright, what the hell are you? No normal chick could do that."

When she asked about the music he snorted "I have no freakin' clue but it's startin' to piss me off."

[mad-glory.livejournal.com]

She snorted. "I'm almost insulted on behalf of the normal chicks. You're not that heavy. But it just so happens I'm a goddess, so yeah. Kinda got that whole superheroic strength thang goin' on. Pretty much invulnerable too, see?" She snagged a heavy, rather expensive-looking crystal vase off a table as they sailed by, smashing it violently over her own head without so much as blinking and calmly picking a few chunks out of her hair. "Oops, watch the glass.

"Anyway, could be worse," she went on cheerfully, "at least it's not the Pylean Dethwok Dance of Shame. Good thing, too. I'd have to put somebody into orbit for sure."

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

"What are you tryin' to say?" He had a thing about his height, but that fell to the side when she told him what she was, as he was staring at her she broke the vase over her head "Whoa, whoa, okay I'm in to some kinky crap, but self abuse is not up my alley." Neither would Goddess', because of all the suspects to lay out sigils, a goddess was a prime one.

Damn it! Dean thought to himself, it was always the hot ones and as they kept dancing he covered up his slightly more distant attitude with that cocky grin "Now that sounds painful, worse than what ever this might be" The next thing he knew, Dean had taken her arm and was dancing a two step, where he learned it he had no idea.

[tallyhopippip.livejournal.com]

George could dance! Well, not really. Singing was more his thing. So while he did dance awkwardly, he tried to sing along.

Hard to do when you don't know the words, though.

But the fingerless gloves are really neat!

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Turlough has resolutely vowed to ignore everyone's existence, hiding in his room mostly.

A shame the music got annoying real quick.

Turlough glowered as he started to dance, looking for his own gloves or some boiled goose to eat.