Lockdown On Planet Sem

Sem Lockdown, Day 16

Akira did her daily chores as the military floats rode the streets of Sem. She sung and danced through the hallway while she hoovered, under the notion that Kain was exercising in his room, Miles was focussed on learning a new verb tense in Sterculian and Tristan was out getting the groceries.

She was so engrossed, she didn't hear the footsteps treading towards the kitchen, continuing to tap her feet backwards and forwards and spin the hoover round like it was her dancing partner. She twirled round with her arms flailing gracefully in the air, only to catch sight of a certain Kain Douglas who was failing to let a smirk escape his mouth.

"Having fun there?" He asked, resting his arm against the starkly blank wall.

"Oh shut up," Akira stopped the hoover and folded her arms, "Don't tell me you haven't done anything like that before, Mr Jogs-A-Lot."

He laughed, "Yeah, I have, it's just kinda funny watching you being so... sprightly."

"Since when have I not been sprightly?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I've just never seen you being so childish when you've got a job to do."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with keeping your spirits up. Especially in a time like this."

"Yeah, I agree," he smiled, "I'm going to grab some lunch before I speak to my family for a bit. Do you want me to put some loud music on while I heat up some beans?"

Amused, she dropped her arms down by her sides, "As long as it's not any of that hovercar horn music that's in the charts."

He scoffed, "No, that's a load of rubbish. Call me a 'mummy's boy' if you like, but I prefer the type of music my mum listens to." He told a white lie. He liked some of the current chart music, he was just missing home.

"Sure, go ahead."

Kain had discovered, in amongst the practical furnishings and gross flooring that the kitchen had to offer, that there was an interactive wall at the back of the room. He presumed it prevented the staff from missing any important updates during their breaks. He found a music application on the screen and streamed a tune through it, an old song someone had made by banging some basic utensils together, stomping their feet, clapping, singing and then adding in a loosely fitting electronic harmony over the top. It sounded a bit like a caveman version of what Earthlings would know as '80s music.

Nevertheless, it somehow managed to be quite catchy and Akira found herself grooving with the hoover just like before.

"What's all this racket?" Miles asked, now also appearing in the hallway, slightly agitated that his study had been disrupted.

"Join us, Miles!" Kain beckoned, sticking his head out the kitchen door.

"Oh come on, this is ridiculous," he said, a sense of temptation creeping into his serious tone, "This isn't meant to be a holiday."

"Lighten up for a while, it's good fun!" Akira laughed, causing the young man to stop and listen to the rhythm of the music for a second.

"Oh, to Angst! Liberty! Freedom! *and booze with it," he laughed and began doing a sort of clicking and jiving motion, "I suppose that's where all this started anyway." He got a laugh and a cheer in return from the other two.