Dance Dance Revolution! || Open

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ooc: woot woot! ic: 403 tag: o p e n! credit to oblivion just dance

it had been a busy week: talking with amelia about potentially starting a t-shirt business (they still had to hightail it to the library and to Robin's place), and celebrating two birthdays: Tessa's and Lexi's. With the day coming to an end, Ryan started winding down. But instead of doing what a normal person would do (relax), ryan had decided to go forward with something else that would keep him busy. as if the nymphs and aurae didn't resent him enough for constantly being in the kitchens, ryan had decided to invade the mess hall... with a mortal game. they called it dance dance revolution, and he remembered playing it before coming to the legion. his parents had always tried to channel his hyperactivity: duduk playing, sports teams, and random activities (bubble blowing, solving rubix cubes, unicycling, and juggling). Another random activity included ddr. he hadn't played it since coming to the legion, so he was a bit rusty, but nothing a few hours of practice couldnt' fix. but besides the point, ryan also wanted to start a dance club or dance lessons at the legion. they did movie nights, so why not a dance night? let the legionaries unwind and have fun! what better way to advertise for his dance club than play ddr in the mess hall? that said, ryan was doing what he did best: making a fool out of himself and giving no craps about it. goofing off was a daily thing for him; he knew how to do it well. yup, he'd definitely get himself kicked out... and then just set up somewhere else. the screen for the instructions was small, but that didn't stop him from hooking the machine up. people were already looking. all ryan did was grin and give a wave before stepping onto the dance mat. potentially getting to sign a petition for something he wanted to do plus having fun: win win situation. he had to think for a few moments on how to work the game, but after a moment, he remembered. he chose a song, put it on low as to not fully disrupt the hall, and off he went. mistake one: choosing a hard and fast song when he hadn't played for nearly five years. he could barely keep up. 1 perfect, 4 goods, 2 greats, 26 goods, 12 almosts, 55 misses. Yup, he'd definitely need to work on his skills.