Of Whipped Cream and Dead Bodies
[Happens after this]
Dom: *It is a nice afternoon as I walk back to Orc Hall hand in hand with Billy, heading towards my room and thinking about getting some assignments done and spending a lazy afternoon in bed, listening to music. However, as we approach my room, I notice people walking past us and sniggering, and my curiosity is piqued.* What do you think is going on, Bills?
Billy: *I shrug suggesting with a grin* They've come to see the black hole that is your room? I hear Astin's been selling tickets, made quite a tidy profit for himself too.
Dom: *I shove Billy with a scowl, looking up as we reach my room...and my eyes widen at the police tape outside the door* What. the. fuck?!
Billy: Ow, that bloody...*Trailing off as I notice the state the door's in* Well, this is new. Been hiding any dead bodies lately, Dom? *Feigning shock* You've killed Sean haven't you? You always said you would!
Dom: If I haven't killed Ass-tin yet, I bloody will soon. Why does this- *I yank furiously at the police tape* -reek of his name and doing? *I pull it away some more, and step over it with a grimace* I swear, I'm going to hack him to pieces, and sell his body parts to the cafeteria for them to make into curry. *I open the door to my room, and groan at the sight of more police tape around everywhere except Astin's part of the room.* Fucking hell!
Billy: *Stepping cautiously into the room and looking around at the tape in awe* It's like something out of Taggart, isn't it? I wonder where they got the tape from... *Thinking this over as I head into the kitchen and start to raid the fridge. Frowning* Dom? Have you been in at my coke again?
Dom: *I look confused as I step into the room, shoving away the tape* What? No way, I know you'd skin me alive and make a coat out of me if I ever touched your Cokes without permission. I just- *I stop and sniff the air suspiciously* Billy, do you smell...olive oil?
Billy: *Busy scowling at the loss of vanilla coke* What? *I give you an strange look before copying your sniffing action and nodding slowly* Actually, I think I do.
Dom: I think it's coming from- *I swivel towards my cupboard and step towards it warily* How the fuck could there be olive oil in there? Unless.....*I growl Astin's name under my breath as I finally reach the cupboard. Taking a deep breath, I open the door* OH MY- *My words get cut off as I get enveloped in an explosion of white, and I claw helplessly at the sudden mountain of shaving cream*
Billy: *Worried at the sudden shout* Dom? *Slamming the fridge door shut, I wander out of the kitchen only to be met with what looks like my shaving cream covered boyfriend. I take one look at you before collapsing into a fit of laughter* The look...on your face! Bloody priceless!
Dom: *I blink dazedly at Billy, wiping away shaving cream from my eyes. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, looking like some white Swamp Thing, and I clench my fists and growl in anger, knowing who the culprit is* PARKER!
Later on.....
Dom: *After Billy has left for class, clutching his stomach in laughter and promising me to help clean up once he comes back, I trudge through the white sludge in my room, grumbling loudly and screaming at random people who poke their heads into my room. After they walk away laughing their ass off, I grumpily take a kitchen cloth and try to wipe up the mass of white foam. But it is no use, it's a David-sized cloth against a Goliath-sized white mess.*
Miranda: *I've just been talking to Chris, a guy in my med class, and after we've done I decide to go and see what you're up to. I knock on the door once before popping my head around.* What on earth happened here?
Dom: *I turn towards the door, enraged* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING A- Oh! Mira! *I shrug apologetically* I'm sorry, I thought it was the bastard next door who had brought more people to laugh at me. *Covered top to toe with shaving cream, I look helplessly at you, waving my cloth around* I think....my Prank Karma has finally caught up with me, Mira.
Miranda: *I try not to laugh.* So do I, Dom, so do I. *I smile before stepping into your room.* You need any help? Or do you just want me to leave you to clean up and yell at random people?
Dom: *I purse my lips, then sigh in resignation* Yelling at random people sounds good. Getting revenge later sounds even better. *I smile gratefully at you, wiping more cream off my eyebrows* But I would really appreciate your help with the mess. I have NO bleeding idea what's the first thing to do. *I look hopefully at you* Will shaving cream eventually evaporate?
Miranda: *I laugh at your question.* No, probably not. Why don't you get all your clothes in one pile and we'll get them washed first of all, that should get rid of some of it. Then get everything that's ruined beyond repair in another pile and then we'll see where we are.
Dom: *I glumly pick at my clothes smothered in shaving cream* I have a feeling a lot of them are ruined beyond repair. *I almost weep as I pick out my favourite t-shirt* My McMarijuana t-shirt! I'll probably never be able to wear it again! *I pinch my nose at the heavy smell of olive oil* Bloody 'ell, I'm going to smell like an Italian chef for days.
Miranda: That depends on whether you like wearing clothes with stains on them. Olive oil stains clothes really easily. However, the ones that are just covered in shaving cream should be okay once they're washed. *I shrug.* You got any bin bags?
Dom: I think I have some, yeah. *I trudge around the room, looking for the bin bags, then catch sight of myself in the mirror again, looking like the Abominable Snowman and sigh . I finally find some and pass them to you* Here you go. I'm surprised I have any, they must be Ass-tin's. *I boil in anger again at the thought of him* GAH!
Miranda: Sit down and calm down. *I glare at you, meaning business before I start putting all your clothes into one of them, while getting shaving cream all over me.* Okay. Find everything you want to keep and we'll try to salvage it.
Dom: *I obediently sit down on Astin's bed, not caring that I'm smearing it with shaving cream* Okay. Okay. I can calm down. *I look apologetically at you* I'm sorry you've got that ghastly stuff all over you, too. And thanks for your help, luv.
Miranda: It's okay, these are old clothes anyway. It's not like it's any of my one of a kind designer stuff that I've got back in Sydney. *I smile.* And calm is good, cause if you don't calm down I will kick your ass before leaving you to clean all of this up by yourself.
Dom: *I sigh while leaning back on the bed* You're going to kick my arse after everyone else has already done it? Ah well. I think I'm calm now, because I have a good idea for revenge. *I grin sadistically, saying no more* Thanks again for your help, Mira. I really appreciate it.
Miranda: It's okay. *I eye you warily.* You want me to take this stuff to get cleaned? or are you fine with it here? *i grin.* And I will kick your ass if I have to.
Dom: I would really appreciate it if you help me to get it cleaned while I take a damn shower. *I grin back* And I know you'll kick if you have to, luv, which is why I'm frightened to death of you. I probably owe you a mountain of muffins for this. *I look down gloomily at myself* Looks like I'll go grab that shower then. Thanks again, luv. *I wave wanly at you*
Miranda: It's okay. Really. *I grin before picking the bag up and heading out the door and towards the laundrette to do the washing before I can go and get my own shower.*
Dom: *It is a nice afternoon as I walk back to Orc Hall hand in hand with Billy, heading towards my room and thinking about getting some assignments done and spending a lazy afternoon in bed, listening to music. However, as we approach my room, I notice people walking past us and sniggering, and my curiosity is piqued.* What do you think is going on, Bills?
Billy: *I shrug suggesting with a grin* They've come to see the black hole that is your room? I hear Astin's been selling tickets, made quite a tidy profit for himself too.
Dom: *I shove Billy with a scowl, looking up as we reach my room...and my eyes widen at the police tape outside the door* What. the. fuck?!
Billy: Ow, that bloody...*Trailing off as I notice the state the door's in* Well, this is new. Been hiding any dead bodies lately, Dom? *Feigning shock* You've killed Sean haven't you? You always said you would!
Dom: If I haven't killed Ass-tin yet, I bloody will soon. Why does this- *I yank furiously at the police tape* -reek of his name and doing? *I pull it away some more, and step over it with a grimace* I swear, I'm going to hack him to pieces, and sell his body parts to the cafeteria for them to make into curry. *I open the door to my room, and groan at the sight of more police tape around everywhere except Astin's part of the room.* Fucking hell!
Billy: *Stepping cautiously into the room and looking around at the tape in awe* It's like something out of Taggart, isn't it? I wonder where they got the tape from... *Thinking this over as I head into the kitchen and start to raid the fridge. Frowning* Dom? Have you been in at my coke again?
Dom: *I look confused as I step into the room, shoving away the tape* What? No way, I know you'd skin me alive and make a coat out of me if I ever touched your Cokes without permission. I just- *I stop and sniff the air suspiciously* Billy, do you smell...olive oil?
Billy: *Busy scowling at the loss of vanilla coke* What? *I give you an strange look before copying your sniffing action and nodding slowly* Actually, I think I do.
Dom: I think it's coming from- *I swivel towards my cupboard and step towards it warily* How the fuck could there be olive oil in there? Unless.....*I growl Astin's name under my breath as I finally reach the cupboard. Taking a deep breath, I open the door* OH MY- *My words get cut off as I get enveloped in an explosion of white, and I claw helplessly at the sudden mountain of shaving cream*
Billy: *Worried at the sudden shout* Dom? *Slamming the fridge door shut, I wander out of the kitchen only to be met with what looks like my shaving cream covered boyfriend. I take one look at you before collapsing into a fit of laughter* The look...on your face! Bloody priceless!
Dom: *I blink dazedly at Billy, wiping away shaving cream from my eyes. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, looking like some white Swamp Thing, and I clench my fists and growl in anger, knowing who the culprit is* PARKER!
Later on.....
Dom: *After Billy has left for class, clutching his stomach in laughter and promising me to help clean up once he comes back, I trudge through the white sludge in my room, grumbling loudly and screaming at random people who poke their heads into my room. After they walk away laughing their ass off, I grumpily take a kitchen cloth and try to wipe up the mass of white foam. But it is no use, it's a David-sized cloth against a Goliath-sized white mess.*
Miranda: *I've just been talking to Chris, a guy in my med class, and after we've done I decide to go and see what you're up to. I knock on the door once before popping my head around.* What on earth happened here?
Dom: *I turn towards the door, enraged* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING A- Oh! Mira! *I shrug apologetically* I'm sorry, I thought it was the bastard next door who had brought more people to laugh at me. *Covered top to toe with shaving cream, I look helplessly at you, waving my cloth around* I think....my Prank Karma has finally caught up with me, Mira.
Miranda: *I try not to laugh.* So do I, Dom, so do I. *I smile before stepping into your room.* You need any help? Or do you just want me to leave you to clean up and yell at random people?
Dom: *I purse my lips, then sigh in resignation* Yelling at random people sounds good. Getting revenge later sounds even better. *I smile gratefully at you, wiping more cream off my eyebrows* But I would really appreciate your help with the mess. I have NO bleeding idea what's the first thing to do. *I look hopefully at you* Will shaving cream eventually evaporate?
Miranda: *I laugh at your question.* No, probably not. Why don't you get all your clothes in one pile and we'll get them washed first of all, that should get rid of some of it. Then get everything that's ruined beyond repair in another pile and then we'll see where we are.
Dom: *I glumly pick at my clothes smothered in shaving cream* I have a feeling a lot of them are ruined beyond repair. *I almost weep as I pick out my favourite t-shirt* My McMarijuana t-shirt! I'll probably never be able to wear it again! *I pinch my nose at the heavy smell of olive oil* Bloody 'ell, I'm going to smell like an Italian chef for days.
Miranda: That depends on whether you like wearing clothes with stains on them. Olive oil stains clothes really easily. However, the ones that are just covered in shaving cream should be okay once they're washed. *I shrug.* You got any bin bags?
Dom: I think I have some, yeah. *I trudge around the room, looking for the bin bags, then catch sight of myself in the mirror again, looking like the Abominable Snowman and sigh . I finally find some and pass them to you* Here you go. I'm surprised I have any, they must be Ass-tin's. *I boil in anger again at the thought of him* GAH!
Miranda: Sit down and calm down. *I glare at you, meaning business before I start putting all your clothes into one of them, while getting shaving cream all over me.* Okay. Find everything you want to keep and we'll try to salvage it.
Dom: *I obediently sit down on Astin's bed, not caring that I'm smearing it with shaving cream* Okay. Okay. I can calm down. *I look apologetically at you* I'm sorry you've got that ghastly stuff all over you, too. And thanks for your help, luv.
Miranda: It's okay, these are old clothes anyway. It's not like it's any of my one of a kind designer stuff that I've got back in Sydney. *I smile.* And calm is good, cause if you don't calm down I will kick your ass before leaving you to clean all of this up by yourself.
Dom: *I sigh while leaning back on the bed* You're going to kick my arse after everyone else has already done it? Ah well. I think I'm calm now, because I have a good idea for revenge. *I grin sadistically, saying no more* Thanks again for your help, Mira. I really appreciate it.
Miranda: It's okay. *I eye you warily.* You want me to take this stuff to get cleaned? or are you fine with it here? *i grin.* And I will kick your ass if I have to.
Dom: I would really appreciate it if you help me to get it cleaned while I take a damn shower. *I grin back* And I know you'll kick if you have to, luv, which is why I'm frightened to death of you. I probably owe you a mountain of muffins for this. *I look down gloomily at myself* Looks like I'll go grab that shower then. Thanks again, luv. *I wave wanly at you*
Miranda: It's okay. Really. *I grin before picking the bag up and heading out the door and towards the laundrette to do the washing before I can go and get my own shower.*