v i d e o ][ 007

[diastereomer]

[ For once, the feed kicks on and Yusuf is ready for it. He's in the lab (otherwise known as, the basement, but he's not exactly picky about these things) and the feed gets a clear view of... well. Not very much. For something that is supposed to be a lab, it's noticeably sparse. This, ladies, gents, and pterodactyls, is the reason for this feed. ]

Comments

[totallyinaband]

You know you can buy furniture in stores, dude. Or just check curbsides, if you're desperate. That's how I found my coffee table.

[diastereomer]

Stores are usually not very receptive to i.o.u's.

We are not quite at the point of desperate yet, and I am not entirely certain how appreciative certain members of the household would be to my curbsurfing.

[totallyinaband]

As long as you hose it down before you bring it into the house, how're they gonna know?

[diastereomer]

Have you... met Arthur?

[totallyinaband]

[Point.]

Scrub it down with bleach?

[diastereomer]

That might work, and wait until he's not in the house to take it down to the lab...

[ Probably not the smartest idea to do this all over the network but Yusuf isn't really worried about reprimand from the other man. He saw the warehouse in Paris-- hi dirty lawn chairs. ]

[totallyinaband]

Whatever works, man.

[Stephen Stills - giver of terrible yet wonderful ideas.]

[diastereomer]

I am not exactly used to sneaking anything into my living area. [ Yusuf shrugs, ] Flatmates have not been a consideration since my days at Uni.

[totallyinaband]

You must have had good jobs, man.

[diastereomer]

Ones that paid well, in any case.

[ Because "good" is a matter of definition... ]

[totallyinaband]

I guess that was what the PhD was for, eh?

[diastereomer]

[ A small smile, ]

Would you believe me if I said it was just "for kicks"?

[totallyinaband]

Not a chance, no.

[diastereomer]

Then I suppose I got it for the money, otherwise it is nothing more than a piece of paper sitting in my desk back home.

[ Hello, sweet song of irony. ]