Who: Agent K and Whoever What: A Day in the Life of a workaholic Where: All around the Barge. What: See above. Warnings & Notes: No hostility really planned for this. Just catching up on some CR. Language warnings 'cause... well, it's you know who.
12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 04:19:30 UTC
Dress shirts and various boxer-like undergarments need washing. So he's in the laundry room watching the machine boredly, mulling over what weapon needs recharging and what he should do to replace the pictures whose frames broke. He needs those positions filled.
12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 11:12:24 UTC
Sarah entered not long after, carrying a small duffel bag. It was her intention to do some of her laundry and then head off to bed, if she could manage to sleep. Returning to her nocturnal schedule would be better for her inmate, or so she assumed
Unfortunately, it seemed to be a given on the Barge that people had insomnia.
She gave Kay a tight smile before emptying the contents of the bag - two button-down flannel shirts, two pair of khaki trousers, and some miscellany - into a washing machine.
"Comfort in the mundane?" It seemed almost strange to be doing something as normal as laundry after the week gone by.
12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 11:33:03 UTC
"Mmm." Just a thoughtful little noise as he leaned on the nearest laundry table and watched the machines. "I guess."
Then, a moment later, an almost smirk. "So, this vampire woman, crazy as a loon, she decides that she's gonna do this bullshit where she puts a love potion in people's drinks? I end up with Sexby saving me from the dryer." He inclined his head toward the very dryer that might have been his undoing. "You know that 'kathunk' noise dryers start making when the cylinder catches? Apparently that was going to be my undoing."
He still had some plain black socks he needed to wash.
12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 11:46:51 UTC
There was only a slight turn of her head as she poured in the detergent to indicate that she was surprised that he had just launched himself into his tale the way he had.
"A propos of nothing but the sound of the dryers," she replied, her smile widening a bit. "How chivalrous of Angelica."
Re: 12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 11:52:17 UTC
"Ah no... She was wearing her biggest butted dress she could find and trying to get with the dumbass kid. That's the usual sort of... whatever that goes on around here." He just continued to watch the machines, as if they might do something interesting. Really, he was mentally multitasking. The idle observation of vibration was just something to needlessly focus on.
"So you might have actually came in at a good time."
Re: 12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 12:05:07 UTC
Now he had her full attention; she wasn't sure if she should bite her tongue and not laugh about that.
"You mean her husband." She raised her brows, emphatically astonished, and turned back to the washer. "Aztec sacrifices or protection from the dryer. It's a toss-up, K."
After a pause, she added, "Does that happen a lot?"
Re: 12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 12:12:07 UTC
She got a wordless nod in reply to the latter question, coupled with his bizarrely earnest expression. "There was the puppets... and thank fucking god the mistletoe is gone. There was fist-fights over the magic mistletoe that made people kiss under it."
And the mistletoe bomb. The terrible mistletoe daisy cutter that Narvin had designed. Oh... why did he actually miss just a month ago?
"What happened? Doesn't happen all the time. It's gotten bad before, but it doesn't stay bad and eventually it fixes itself."
Re: 12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 12:17:43 UTC
"Something to look forward to for next year, I guess," she replied as she turned and leaned against the washer. "I don't mind it - well, no, I do mind - but it would have been nice to have a little forewarning from the Admiral. This doesn't inspire a lot of confidence."
Re: 12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 12:22:31 UTC
"I'll be perfectly honest. If the Admiral wasn't giving me something that I couldn't otherwise get, I'd be heading home in a heartbeat. So I completely understand that sentiment. It's one thing when it's a ship. It's another when you have a whole planet to go lose yourself on after one of these things."
He quirked an almost smile. "Cartoons, too. Kids entertainment. I'm not really sure about the whole thing. Most people didn't remember the incident afterward." Lucky for them. And the only evidence of his involvement was a yellow and black blur on a video that was later deleted.
Re: 12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 12:47:02 UTC
"That's odd," she replied, unsure what else she could possibly say in response. Why would someone not remember that? It seemed so innocuous. "You mean you were forced to watch cartoons?"
12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 13:09:52 UTC
She looked politely bemused before deciding no further comment about the cartoon thing was necessary. She had a sneaking suspicion that, had she turned into a puppet, she might suddenly have a case of amnesia once she recovered, as well.
Re: 12:00 noon Laundrymost_fearedJanuary 18 2011, 13:12:16 UTC
He raised his eyebrows in response, a sort of grudging agreement. The dryer went off, and he headed over to retrieve his whites. "You work in the field?" he asked, without looking at her. There were clothes that needed folding. Serious business.
Re: 12:00 noon LaundrywhattheytellyouJanuary 18 2011, 13:16:46 UTC
"I do. That's why I'm here - funding for my research." She waited for the spin cycle to end with a look that suggested laundry was not something she preferred to be doing at the moment.
"You know, I'm very open about my work. A lot of people here are." She glanced at him thoughtfully. "You and J, though. I get the impression there's a non-disclosure agreement or a security clearance involved."
Re: 12:00 noon Laundry | I didn't get the notification for this. :(most_fearedJanuary 19 2011, 23:58:29 UTC
"There is. I can say though that I do work in the field." He hated being stuck behind a desk. He kept his hands busy folding shirts.
"So... You're familiar with convergent evolution. What would you say of a person that has felinoid characteristics... er... Can hug but prefers leaning to show affection through leaning or tolerance through not staring someone down. Competes for authority in a pack environment more than it cooperates. Authority usually displayed by big fucking collars. That sorta makes me think of poofed-up fur..." He stopped and made a motion around his head to indicate what he meant.
12:00 noon Laundry whattheytellyouJanuary 21 2011, 12:43:55 UTC
Sarah stopped unloading her clothes from the washer and just stared at Kay for a moment. She'd heard a lot of questions put to her, but this was probably in the running for "weirdest".
"Are we talking about someone in particular or is this purely hypothetical?" she asked, a bemused smile playing on her mouth. She gave the clothes a final tug and moved to dump then in a dryer.
"I'd say 'be careful'. Animals with the sort of characteristics you just described have the ability to physically assert themselves if they want to fight for authority. And I'm not just talking about predators."
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Unfortunately, it seemed to be a given on the Barge that people had insomnia.
She gave Kay a tight smile before emptying the contents of the bag - two button-down flannel shirts, two pair of khaki trousers, and some miscellany - into a washing machine.
"Comfort in the mundane?" It seemed almost strange to be doing something as normal as laundry after the week gone by.
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Then, a moment later, an almost smirk. "So, this vampire woman, crazy as a loon, she decides that she's gonna do this bullshit where she puts a love potion in people's drinks? I end up with Sexby saving me from the dryer." He inclined his head toward the very dryer that might have been his undoing. "You know that 'kathunk' noise dryers start making when the cylinder catches? Apparently that was going to be my undoing."
He still had some plain black socks he needed to wash.
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"A propos of nothing but the sound of the dryers," she replied, her smile widening a bit. "How chivalrous of Angelica."
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"So you might have actually came in at a good time."
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"You mean her husband." She raised her brows, emphatically astonished, and turned back to the washer. "Aztec sacrifices or protection from the dryer. It's a toss-up, K."
After a pause, she added, "Does that happen a lot?"
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And the mistletoe bomb. The terrible mistletoe daisy cutter that Narvin had designed. Oh... why did he actually miss just a month ago?
"What happened? Doesn't happen all the time. It's gotten bad before, but it doesn't stay bad and eventually it fixes itself."
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She grimaced slightly and shrugged. No big deal.
"Puppets?"
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He quirked an almost smile. "Cartoons, too. Kids entertainment. I'm not really sure about the whole thing. Most people didn't remember the incident afterward." Lucky for them. And the only evidence of his involvement was a yellow and black blur on a video that was later deleted.
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"And I've not even been here that long. I came a couple of months ago. A little over three, now."
Huh. He hadn't smoked in two.
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"At least it won't be dull," she said finally.
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"You know, I'm very open about my work. A lot of people here are." She glanced at him thoughtfully. "You and J, though. I get the impression there's a non-disclosure agreement or a security clearance involved."
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"So... You're familiar with convergent evolution. What would you say of a person that has felinoid characteristics... er... Can hug but prefers leaning to show affection through leaning or tolerance through not staring someone down. Competes for authority in a pack environment more than it cooperates. Authority usually displayed by big fucking collars. That sorta makes me think of poofed-up fur..." He stopped and made a motion around his head to indicate what he meant.
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"Are we talking about someone in particular or is this purely hypothetical?" she asked, a bemused smile playing on her mouth. She gave the clothes a final tug and moved to dump then in a dryer.
"I'd say 'be careful'. Animals with the sort of characteristics you just described have the ability to physically assert themselves if they want to fight for authority. And I'm not just talking about predators."
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