Arms Hotel, Room 111

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After an eventful night at Caritas, Monday finds John back in his room, gathering his clothes together to make a laundry run.

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Sometime after 2nd Period

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Here's an Anemone, kicking at his door because her arms are full. "John? Are you home? I brought okonomiyaki-breakfasty-pie, because that's what we made in class today. And, um, I brought whatever I tossed in this bag because I liberated stuff randomly from the common room. Like juice. Honestly. Juice."

Okay, she honestly has no idea what's in the bag, but that's half the fun, right?

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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John opened the door, armful of laundry. "John's not home right now. I'm his sentient laundry, which came self-aware due to his lack of detergent and dryer sheet usage. Come inside for pie-y goodness," he said as he opened the door and made his laundry moooooove like it was a Muppet aliiiive.

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"As long as you aren't a laundry robot. I have it on good authority that John hates robots. I would hate to have to rip out your circuitry with my bare hands. It's killer on my nails." There was a momentary pause as Anemone peered over her load of pie at the room. "Oh blessed Sages. What happened in here? Did your socks decide to undergo mitosis?"

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"Rebleachinate! Rebleachinate!" John said in a very bad parody of the robot things from that one Mr. What show.

"No? At least, I hope not. I have more socks... and I'm missing a pair of boxers. I'm thinking it's underwear gnomes, and not that my boxers decided to sockify." He piles the clothes in the corner, next to the bike. The World War II era motorcycle with sidecar-slash-trailer sitting by the doorwall for speedy escapes.

"Come in, if you're not a vampire," he said. "Want me to take something?"

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"What's a vampire? No, nevermind. Don't tell me, I'm sure it's very outlandish." She stepped gingerly inside, trying not to drop anything. "Ah, grab the big brown bag? I think the paper's going to rip soon, I sort of just threw things in there." Anemone tried to juggle her arm-loads accordingly. "I just hope your boxers didn't gain sentience. The last thing Fandom needs is rabid attack boxers."

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"I don't think that's happened. Yet. DId I ever tell you about the time my sheet decided to up and walk away? Er, crawl. Something. It was strange."

He grabs the top bag and puts it on the dresser before the bag asplodes and he's covered in pie-related substances. "Holy crap, what all'd you bring?"

"And a vampire is a type of demon that requires an invitation to a private domicile," he informed. "They drink blood. And are reeeeally strong, with a penchant for hair gel and leather pants."

Somewhere in California, a Fandom alum's ears may be burning.

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"You make leather pants sound like a bad thing. And you have not told me about walking sheets. Is this a common problem for you? Maybe your laundry doesn't like the detergent you're using. Or not using."

Anemone set down the box with her pie from earlier, sighing with relief. "Well, we had to make a kikki? Quichie? Something like that for class. Which is really similar to a food from home, only with crust. So I sort of made a spicy one, and grabbed some stuff to go along with it. There should be some sodas, chips, salsa, and sour cream." She grinned as she flipped open the quiche box. "I would have grabbed tequilla, but there wasn't any in the common room. Woe is us."

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"Dude, you made a keesh?" He nearly lept at the bag.

If she was quick enough, she might have seen the bottles of alcohol on the dresser. Or if she's not quick enough, as there's about five bottles, random cups, and some mixers in the little fridge thing.

"I may have some tee-kill-ya," he said. "How spicy is this thing?"

He sampled the quiche. "I'm so glad that half our kids inherited our cooking skills. This isn't half bad."

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"I may be domestically disabled with most things, but I can at least cook." Anemone grinned as she watched John dive at the bag. "Depends on how you rate spicy. There's some habaneros in there, and lots of serranos and jalapeños. I hope you aren't lactose intolerant, I put some cheese in there to offset a bit of the eye-watering."

No, she hadn't noticed the alcohol, she was too busy eyeballing the bike that was being eaten by the laundry. "Shiny."

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"No toca," he said, as she eyed the bike. "I need it in perfect shape if I need to leave in a hurry. But if you're nice, and you approach it slowly, you may pet her. She might not bite like that."

"I can cook, too. Not chef cooking, but mess hall. I'm good with pasta. And chicken."

He faked a seizure. "I'm lactose allergic!" he flailed. "Oh, you've murdered me and rendered our twelve kids fatherless!"

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Anemone wiggled her fingers mischievously. "Do I look like I'd steal someone's bike? Hmm? I'd at least ask first. You might be unconscious, and I'd be asking the sentient laundry, but I'd ask."

At his seizure, she giggled. "I suppose I'll have to sell the rest of the little darlings off, then. Tsk tsk. How awful of you to leave me in such dire economic straights like this."

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"Humph. I got better. And you are expressly forbidden to take my bike unless impending doom and I've either given advance permission or am incapacitated. And 'impending doom' does not mean 'take for test drive after incapacitating with chloroform'," he said seriously. "I've grown very used to making quick get-aways. Which is why I'm still here, eating your quiche." Nomnomnom. "And my laundry would still say no. I've got it well trained. My chaps are guard chaps. They bite."

Then, he grinned. "You wouldn't be in such dire economic straights if you hadn't poisoned me and spent all my money on margaritas," he pointed out. "Blender's next to the microwave."

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"Margaritas are a worthy cause." Sticking her tongue out at him, she bounced over to the blender. "Um, but I don't actually know how to make one. Help?"

"If I can't steal your bike, will you at least let me ride in the sidecar next time you need to make a getaway?"

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"Can do," he said, raiding his supplies for... well, supplies. In no time flat with a bit of noise, margaritas. "They're about as strong as the ones in Caritas. Should I water 'em down a bit?"

"Maybe. If you're here and you're not the reason I have to make the getaway. Sometimes you just gotta book out and leave stuff behind." He hands her a glass and raises his.

"To the getaway."

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"If I'm the reason you need to make a getaway, then letting me ride in the sidecar is the least of your concerns. Just shoot me. It's faster and safer than trying to get me to take my medicine." Anemone sipped her margarita thoughtfully. "Yeah, might want to water it down a bit. I don't have any classes tomorrow, but there's no reason to court the hangover fairy."

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

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"Hangover fairy's a mean bitch. She's nice and sweet and talks you through the night, then slams yer head in a vice in the morning while screaming obscenities. Very bad date she is," he said, topping up her glass with a touch more mix.

"What, you'll track me down or something? I'm very good at hiding."