[Scene: Ema and Klavier in: Bedicus-Disgustkus, or What Has Science Done?]
Backdated a bit to the beginning of the convention.
Klavier: *The charming staff of the Doubletree Inn have managed to politely give Klavier a hard time for being a minor and booking a reservation, for being a minor and having a credit card to confirm the reservation, for adding a second 'adult' to the reservation, but at long last Klavier and Ema have keycards in hand, that they can take the lift up to their floor.* You know, schatzi, between both our conferences I'll bet this hotel is overbooked. I wonder if they were trying to get rid of us...
Ema: *Barely suppresses a scowl as the elevator touches down with a small 'ding'* Sure seemed that way. *She huffs, stepping in as soon as the doors open, suitcase in tow. She waits until Klavier has as well, before hitting the button for their floor*
Klavier: *swaggers into the lift* Still, we got our room. Cheer up, ja? We are on holiday! It will be fun-- even if I do stay on the couch.
Ema: *rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile replacing her frown* Mmhmm. A couple of pillows, and you'll be fine.
Ema: ... *Pauses, and purses her lips as she glances him over* ... You packed pajamas, right?
Klavier: *raises his eyebrows enquiringly* Das tut mir Leid, my English, it is not so good.
Ema: I swear, if I wake up in the morning and you're in the nude, you're getting demoted to sleeping in the wash room. Verstehen Sie? *The doors chime again once they stop, Ema sparing a second to hip check him on the way as she steps out*
Klavier: Ahaha. Don't worry, schatzi, I brought boxers, and a t-shirt. But if I don't need them, so much the better, ja? *He stumbles back, perhaps a little further than Ema's strike could have taken him, before following her out of the lift* Oof, I suppose I should be glad that bruises match my colour theme.
Ema: Oh please. *With her back to him, she laughs, and brushes a bit of hair behind her shoulder* Scientifically speaking, from experience, I know you don't bruise that easy. *Adjusts her glasses, and glances back with a smirk*
Klavier: ...If I had known how kinky science was, maybe I'd be at NASA instead of the prosecutors' office. *grinning, he hoofs it to catch her up*
Ema: Oh puh-lease. *Reaches their room still smirking. She glances down at the keycard in her hand, double checking the room number, before sliding it into the lock. It takes about three times to get the timing right, before the electric lock flashes green, and she shoulders the heavy door open.*
Klavier *pushes into the door with her, and carelessly throws his duffle bag toward the couch in the corner* Ah, home sweet home. *wrinkles his nose* Not that I douse my home in bleach until the fumes burn your eyes.
Klavier: But hey, at least it's probably clean, ja? *he wanders further into the room, which contains one king bed, one sofa, and one table for two by the window* We are totally going to order room service.
Ema: *She takes a bit more care with her own luggage, heaving it up onto the corner of the bed with a soft "oof"* I bet there's a menu in the nightstand, there. *Gestures vaguely in the direction of the stand beside the bed, while unzipping her suitcase*
Klavier: *sits on the edge of the bed, and starts digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He finds a Bible, and looks up to share it with Ema just as his ears register the sound of the zipper* Schatzi, isn't it a little early to change into your Nachtemd? The Gideons are watching, you know...
Ema: *Looks up with a frown* The what's? Oh, that. *She does indeed pull out a pair of nighties, but tosses them to the side of the bed, uninterested* Don't get your hopes up. I'm not changing yet.
Klavier: That is a shame, ja? *but now he has lost interest in finding the room service menu, and turns to face Ema* But then what are you trying to find? I hope you're not hoarding ketchup crisps from me...
Ema: ... *Purses her lips, looking guilty away for a moment. Oh no- THOSE she left back at home.*
Ema: Just a few things for a little experiment I've been planning... *Shifting aside a few more articles of clothes, she begins to unpack her usual bag of tricks- among which are a bottle of Luminol, and a small black light.*
Klavier: *raises his eyebrows* Science really has gotten kinky. *grabs up the blacklight, and holds it over his head* The x-ray will show that the subject, a seventeen year old hunk, tans naturally, without the use of chemicals...
Ema: *Reaches to grab the light back, but stills her hand with a snort. It's not worth damaging the equipment over* Ha ha ha. Be careful with that. Good ones are pricey.
Klavier: Das tut mir Leid. I will be serious. *lays the blacklight back on the bed with extra care* So seriously, what are you doing?
Ema: You know all those weird television products they have out now? The Dreamie, I believe they called it? *waggles her fingers* Basically those dumb looking sleeping bags made just for hotel rooms. It really made me start to wonder.
Klavier: *stares blankly* ...Schatzi, there's nothing wrong with hotel rooms. I slept in one my first two weeks in the States... which circumstance I should probably not mention again to stay in your good graces, ja? *and he smiles weakly*
Ema: *Arches an eyebrow, but otherwise keeps herself from frowning again* Correct. And anyways, how could you know? I was born to handle the investigative process.
Ema: *Grins* So you can just sit back and watch the telly, while I enjoy something a little more productive.
Klavier: Productive? This is a vacation... *he catches himself again* With my girlfriend. Whom I will gladly watch perform science so near and dear to her heart.
Ema: *Satisfied, her grin widens, and with one hand she slips her glasses down over her nose* Glad you can see it my way.
Ema: *Nearly an hour later, Ema finally flops onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Nothing. No scandalous stains, blood or otherwise, anywhere in the room. Even the bathroom was spotless, much to Ema's dismay.* ... I can find evidence of a MURDER in a first class airplane, but nothing- NOTHING in a bloody hotel room! *Another sigh, disgruntled this time while she sits back up, slooowly directing her gaze to the bed* ... Unlesss....
Klavier: *He flops down beside her, emboldened by her scientific exhaustion* Unless... your chemical is maybe expired, or denatured by the airport X-rays, or some other science-y explanation, ja? *reaches for her hand* Relax, schatzi, the covers have been washed.
Ema: Mmm... *To be fair, she's not really ignoring him, per say- she's just focused on the task still underway. And as an added bonus for him, in her preoccupation she doesn't yank her hand away.*
Ema: Looks that way, doesn't it...? *Her free hand gathers the covers, pulling them down nonchalantly*
Klavier: *in a low tone* Ja, it does... *rubs his thumb over the back of her hand* Is it bedtime already, schatzi?
Ema: That remains to be seen, *one last little tug, and suddenly the Luminol is back in Ema's free hand, and spritzed liberally over the sheets* After all, what kind of experiment would this be if-......
Klavier: *throws himself off the bed to avoid the stream of chemical spraying out-- landing with a hard thud on the floor* ...Ow. Science hurts.
Ema: *In the seconds that it took for Klavier to launch himself off the bed, Ema manages to run through three different expressions: Confusion and mortification, before settling on horrified disgust.* N-NO.
Ema: *Bolts off the bed, her face beet red* Nn... No it is NOT bed time and I am NOT sleeping in this bed because theydidn'twashthesheets-- *Dropping the Luminol bottle she covers her face with both hands*
Klavier: They... what? *he pulls himself up on the edge of the bed and peers at the apparent reaction he can't see* No. No way. This room was $200 a night. They have to do laundry for that price...!
Ema: Ughh my results aren't wrong, l-look for yourself...! *She groans and fumbles for a moment, before holding out her glasses for Klavier's inspection*
Klavier: *reaches across the bed for the pink specs, and fumbles them onto his nose... then launches himself back onto the floor as the stains come to light* Mein Gott.
Klavier: EINSPRUCH!
Ema: I TOLD you! *She still hasn't uncovered her face, and by now she's pink to the very tips of her ears* C-Call the front desk already!
Klavier: *pulls himself back up on the nightstand, still staring in horror at the fluorescent glow of the bed* Ja, ja. *lifts the receiver and lets it ring through to the front desk* ...Hallo. There is a problem with my room. The bed has already been... used.
Ema: ... *Slides her hands down, covering only her nose and mouth now. She keeps her own gaze firmly averted from the bed as she stumbles back, plopping herself down onto the couch*
Klavier: *hangs the phone up, and climbs to his feet to join Ema on the sofa* They say they will deal with it. The housekeeping staff is still trying to turn down the late checkouts. *he nuzzles her cheek* But in a pinch, there is room on the couch for us both, ja?
Ema: *Contemplates suggesting fixing up the bathtub nice and cozy for him- but miraculously keeps her mouth shut, and instead she only holds a hand up as a barrier between their faces* ... Nn. I... guess there is. There's just no way I'm sleeping on that bed tonight, anyways.
Klavier: *Was just contemplating suggesting the bathtub as another cozy space in the room, when Ema shuts down his snuggle. Smiling, he perches her shades back on her head* Look on the bright side, schatzi: at least the rest of the room is clean for us...
Ema: *Sighs, and draws her legs up onto the couch- and across Klavier's lap* Mmhmm... *Furrows her brows* ... Whatever replacement sheets they bring up, I'll be testing too.
Klavier: *squeezes her knee, and puts an arm around her* Of course you will: in the name of science...
Klavier: *The charming staff of the Doubletree Inn have managed to politely give Klavier a hard time for being a minor and booking a reservation, for being a minor and having a credit card to confirm the reservation, for adding a second 'adult' to the reservation, but at long last Klavier and Ema have keycards in hand, that they can take the lift up to their floor.* You know, schatzi, between both our conferences I'll bet this hotel is overbooked. I wonder if they were trying to get rid of us...
Ema: *Barely suppresses a scowl as the elevator touches down with a small 'ding'* Sure seemed that way. *She huffs, stepping in as soon as the doors open, suitcase in tow. She waits until Klavier has as well, before hitting the button for their floor*
Klavier: *swaggers into the lift* Still, we got our room. Cheer up, ja? We are on holiday! It will be fun-- even if I do stay on the couch.
Ema: *rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile replacing her frown* Mmhmm. A couple of pillows, and you'll be fine.
Ema: ... *Pauses, and purses her lips as she glances him over* ... You packed pajamas, right?
Klavier: *raises his eyebrows enquiringly* Das tut mir Leid, my English, it is not so good.
Ema: I swear, if I wake up in the morning and you're in the nude, you're getting demoted to sleeping in the wash room. Verstehen Sie? *The doors chime again once they stop, Ema sparing a second to hip check him on the way as she steps out*
Klavier: Ahaha. Don't worry, schatzi, I brought boxers, and a t-shirt. But if I don't need them, so much the better, ja? *He stumbles back, perhaps a little further than Ema's strike could have taken him, before following her out of the lift* Oof, I suppose I should be glad that bruises match my colour theme.
Ema: Oh please. *With her back to him, she laughs, and brushes a bit of hair behind her shoulder* Scientifically speaking, from experience, I know you don't bruise that easy. *Adjusts her glasses, and glances back with a smirk*
Klavier: ...If I had known how kinky science was, maybe I'd be at NASA instead of the prosecutors' office. *grinning, he hoofs it to catch her up*
Ema: Oh puh-lease. *Reaches their room still smirking. She glances down at the keycard in her hand, double checking the room number, before sliding it into the lock. It takes about three times to get the timing right, before the electric lock flashes green, and she shoulders the heavy door open.*
Klavier *pushes into the door with her, and carelessly throws his duffle bag toward the couch in the corner* Ah, home sweet home. *wrinkles his nose* Not that I douse my home in bleach until the fumes burn your eyes.
Klavier: But hey, at least it's probably clean, ja? *he wanders further into the room, which contains one king bed, one sofa, and one table for two by the window* We are totally going to order room service.
Ema: *She takes a bit more care with her own luggage, heaving it up onto the corner of the bed with a soft "oof"* I bet there's a menu in the nightstand, there. *Gestures vaguely in the direction of the stand beside the bed, while unzipping her suitcase*
Klavier: *sits on the edge of the bed, and starts digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He finds a Bible, and looks up to share it with Ema just as his ears register the sound of the zipper* Schatzi, isn't it a little early to change into your Nachtemd? The Gideons are watching, you know...
Ema: *Looks up with a frown* The what's? Oh, that. *She does indeed pull out a pair of nighties, but tosses them to the side of the bed, uninterested* Don't get your hopes up. I'm not changing yet.
Klavier: That is a shame, ja? *but now he has lost interest in finding the room service menu, and turns to face Ema* But then what are you trying to find? I hope you're not hoarding ketchup crisps from me...
Ema: ... *Purses her lips, looking guilty away for a moment. Oh no- THOSE she left back at home.*
Ema: Just a few things for a little experiment I've been planning... *Shifting aside a few more articles of clothes, she begins to unpack her usual bag of tricks- among which are a bottle of Luminol, and a small black light.*
Klavier: *raises his eyebrows* Science really has gotten kinky. *grabs up the blacklight, and holds it over his head* The x-ray will show that the subject, a seventeen year old hunk, tans naturally, without the use of chemicals...
Ema: *Reaches to grab the light back, but stills her hand with a snort. It's not worth damaging the equipment over* Ha ha ha. Be careful with that. Good ones are pricey.
Klavier: Das tut mir Leid. I will be serious. *lays the blacklight back on the bed with extra care* So seriously, what are you doing?
Ema: You know all those weird television products they have out now? The Dreamie, I believe they called it? *waggles her fingers* Basically those dumb looking sleeping bags made just for hotel rooms. It really made me start to wonder.
Klavier: *stares blankly* ...Schatzi, there's nothing wrong with hotel rooms. I slept in one my first two weeks in the States... which circumstance I should probably not mention again to stay in your good graces, ja? *and he smiles weakly*
Ema: *Arches an eyebrow, but otherwise keeps herself from frowning again* Correct. And anyways, how could you know? I was born to handle the investigative process.
Ema: *Grins* So you can just sit back and watch the telly, while I enjoy something a little more productive.
Klavier: Productive? This is a vacation... *he catches himself again* With my girlfriend. Whom I will gladly watch perform science so near and dear to her heart.
Ema: *Satisfied, her grin widens, and with one hand she slips her glasses down over her nose* Glad you can see it my way.
Ema: *Nearly an hour later, Ema finally flops onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Nothing. No scandalous stains, blood or otherwise, anywhere in the room. Even the bathroom was spotless, much to Ema's dismay.* ... I can find evidence of a MURDER in a first class airplane, but nothing- NOTHING in a bloody hotel room! *Another sigh, disgruntled this time while she sits back up, slooowly directing her gaze to the bed* ... Unlesss....
Klavier: *He flops down beside her, emboldened by her scientific exhaustion* Unless... your chemical is maybe expired, or denatured by the airport X-rays, or some other science-y explanation, ja? *reaches for her hand* Relax, schatzi, the covers have been washed.
Ema: Mmm... *To be fair, she's not really ignoring him, per say- she's just focused on the task still underway. And as an added bonus for him, in her preoccupation she doesn't yank her hand away.*
Ema: Looks that way, doesn't it...? *Her free hand gathers the covers, pulling them down nonchalantly*
Klavier: *in a low tone* Ja, it does... *rubs his thumb over the back of her hand* Is it bedtime already, schatzi?
Ema: That remains to be seen, *one last little tug, and suddenly the Luminol is back in Ema's free hand, and spritzed liberally over the sheets* After all, what kind of experiment would this be if-......
Klavier: *throws himself off the bed to avoid the stream of chemical spraying out-- landing with a hard thud on the floor* ...Ow. Science hurts.
Ema: *In the seconds that it took for Klavier to launch himself off the bed, Ema manages to run through three different expressions: Confusion and mortification, before settling on horrified disgust.* N-NO.
Ema: *Bolts off the bed, her face beet red* Nn... No it is NOT bed time and I am NOT sleeping in this bed because theydidn'twashthesheets-- *Dropping the Luminol bottle she covers her face with both hands*
Klavier: They... what? *he pulls himself up on the edge of the bed and peers at the apparent reaction he can't see* No. No way. This room was $200 a night. They have to do laundry for that price...!
Ema: Ughh my results aren't wrong, l-look for yourself...! *She groans and fumbles for a moment, before holding out her glasses for Klavier's inspection*
Klavier: *reaches across the bed for the pink specs, and fumbles them onto his nose... then launches himself back onto the floor as the stains come to light* Mein Gott.
Klavier: EINSPRUCH!
Ema: I TOLD you! *She still hasn't uncovered her face, and by now she's pink to the very tips of her ears* C-Call the front desk already!
Klavier: *pulls himself back up on the nightstand, still staring in horror at the fluorescent glow of the bed* Ja, ja. *lifts the receiver and lets it ring through to the front desk* ...Hallo. There is a problem with my room. The bed has already been... used.
Ema: ... *Slides her hands down, covering only her nose and mouth now. She keeps her own gaze firmly averted from the bed as she stumbles back, plopping herself down onto the couch*
Klavier: *hangs the phone up, and climbs to his feet to join Ema on the sofa* They say they will deal with it. The housekeeping staff is still trying to turn down the late checkouts. *he nuzzles her cheek* But in a pinch, there is room on the couch for us both, ja?
Ema: *Contemplates suggesting fixing up the bathtub nice and cozy for him- but miraculously keeps her mouth shut, and instead she only holds a hand up as a barrier between their faces* ... Nn. I... guess there is. There's just no way I'm sleeping on that bed tonight, anyways.
Klavier: *Was just contemplating suggesting the bathtub as another cozy space in the room, when Ema shuts down his snuggle. Smiling, he perches her shades back on her head* Look on the bright side, schatzi: at least the rest of the room is clean for us...
Ema: *Sighs, and draws her legs up onto the couch- and across Klavier's lap* Mmhmm... *Furrows her brows* ... Whatever replacement sheets they bring up, I'll be testing too.
Klavier: *squeezes her knee, and puts an arm around her* Of course you will: in the name of science...