Room 212, After classes
After class Marty is busy doing... nothing. Nothing at all. He should be doing homework but instead he's just lying on his bed and staring out the window.
Angela came by and knocked on his door. "Hey. Mind if I hang out here for a little bit?"
"Not at all," Marty said sitting up a little and smiling. "Got anything in mind?"
"Nothing special." Angela went to sit next to him on the bed, but hesitated. "Nothing in here is talking, is it?" she asked. "I was just up in my room and they were performing 'It's a Small World.'" She shook her head. "My brain will never be the same."
"Nope," Marty said with a grin. "Whatever has been going on in the dorm hasn't happened here. I threatened all my furniture and told them I'd turned them into kindling if they tried anything, so that might have something to do with it."
"You're smart," Angela said, relaxing onto the bed. "You scare me, but you're smart."
Marty pouted. "I scare you? I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
The pout made Angela pout. "In a good way!" she protested. "Here." She leaned in to give him a kiss.
"Okay, that kind of scary I can get behind," Marty said leaning into the kiss. "Boo."
"Eeek," Angela murmured against his lips.
Unnoticed beneath them, the bed began to grumble.
Marty was slipping his arms around Angela's waist when he felt the bed begin to shake. "See that? I kiss you and the earth moves," he said as he began to nibble on her neck.
Angela was ... distracted. Very distracted. "Huh?" she said, reaching to loosen his tie.
"Nothing, nevermind," Marty replied as he began to unbutton Angela's cardigan.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF BEDSPRINGS GET A ROOM!"
Marty pulled back. "Did you say something?"
Angela shook her head mutely. "Nope. Think it was -"
She was interrupted by the same voice. "I MEAN IT, GET OFF ME, PERVERTS."
Marty jumped off the bed as though it were on fire. "What the hell?!"
"OH DON'T START WITH ME!" the bed yelled as it began to move. "SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE A FIREHOSE TO YOU TWO TO COOL YOU DOWN!"
Angela, who had stumbled off the bed and was quickly rebuttoning her sweater, glared. "You're a bed and you don't like ... kissing and stuff?" she asked, making a face.
"Hundreds of beds in this dorm and I get the one that's sexually repressed," Marty grumbled.
"A YEAR AND A HALF OF CONSTANT BOINKING ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU'D HAVE THE SAME OPINION!"
Angela covered her face with her hands. "Um, sorry?" she tried, then, to Marty, added, "We are never having sex in this room again.
"What! Wait a minute!" Marty exclaimed. "Let's not be so hasty!"
"YOU SURE SEEM HASTY WHEN YOU'RE TEARING YOUR CLOTHES OFF!"
Angela buttoned the very top button of her sweater and wished her jeans were a little looser. Or a lot looser. Or that she was wearing a burqua.
"We are not!" she shouted, starting to pace. "Why are you a bed, if you have so many issues with sex?"
The bed seemed to sigh. 'YOU'D HAVE ISSUES TOO, IF EVERY TEENAGER IN THE COUNTY THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PLACE TO SIN."
Marty thought about that for a second. "Maybe we could-"
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" The desk shouted. "YOU BARELY USE ME FOR HOMEWORK!"
Angela quit pacing. "We're being bullied by your furniture," she told Marty. "Your apparently psychic furniture." She bit her lip. "Want to move in with me and Tori and sleep on the floor?"
"No way. Once you submit to their demands you let the furniture win!" Marty protested.
"FINE! LET'S SEE YOU MANAGE WITHOUT US!" The bed declared and marched out the door, along with the desk, the lamp and the futon couch.
Marty blinked as he watched the furniture leave the room. "Well that settles that problem I guess."
"Except you have to get all new furniture,"Angela said, sinking cross-legged to the floor and starting to laugh. "And i think the bed saying 'boinking' scarred me even more than the singing in my room."
Scarred? Damn it. "Yeah. That was kind of a mood killer," Marty grumbled as he sat down on the floor. "I'll just redecorate the place. Get some normal non-talking furniture."
"Preferably not from Fandom," Angela agreed.
She stood, dusting herself off, and went for the coat and gloves she stored in his room. "Come on. Want to go for a walk or something before your rug decides it doesn't really like being sat on?"
"I'd beat it into submission," Marty returned, but got his own coat. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."
They left the room. The bookshelf, which alone had stood during the furnitures' farewell, took a moment to raise its voice in the sudden silence.
"... CAN YOU BELIEVE THOSE TWO?"
[OOC: Played via e-mail with oatmanspatient. React to the runaway furniture if you want.]
Angela came by and knocked on his door. "Hey. Mind if I hang out here for a little bit?"
"Not at all," Marty said sitting up a little and smiling. "Got anything in mind?"
"Nothing special." Angela went to sit next to him on the bed, but hesitated. "Nothing in here is talking, is it?" she asked. "I was just up in my room and they were performing 'It's a Small World.'" She shook her head. "My brain will never be the same."
"Nope," Marty said with a grin. "Whatever has been going on in the dorm hasn't happened here. I threatened all my furniture and told them I'd turned them into kindling if they tried anything, so that might have something to do with it."
"You're smart," Angela said, relaxing onto the bed. "You scare me, but you're smart."
Marty pouted. "I scare you? I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
The pout made Angela pout. "In a good way!" she protested. "Here." She leaned in to give him a kiss.
"Okay, that kind of scary I can get behind," Marty said leaning into the kiss. "Boo."
"Eeek," Angela murmured against his lips.
Unnoticed beneath them, the bed began to grumble.
Marty was slipping his arms around Angela's waist when he felt the bed begin to shake. "See that? I kiss you and the earth moves," he said as he began to nibble on her neck.
Angela was ... distracted. Very distracted. "Huh?" she said, reaching to loosen his tie.
"Nothing, nevermind," Marty replied as he began to unbutton Angela's cardigan.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF BEDSPRINGS GET A ROOM!"
Marty pulled back. "Did you say something?"
Angela shook her head mutely. "Nope. Think it was -"
She was interrupted by the same voice. "I MEAN IT, GET OFF ME, PERVERTS."
Marty jumped off the bed as though it were on fire. "What the hell?!"
"OH DON'T START WITH ME!" the bed yelled as it began to move. "SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE A FIREHOSE TO YOU TWO TO COOL YOU DOWN!"
Angela, who had stumbled off the bed and was quickly rebuttoning her sweater, glared. "You're a bed and you don't like ... kissing and stuff?" she asked, making a face.
"Hundreds of beds in this dorm and I get the one that's sexually repressed," Marty grumbled.
"A YEAR AND A HALF OF CONSTANT BOINKING ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU'D HAVE THE SAME OPINION!"
Angela covered her face with her hands. "Um, sorry?" she tried, then, to Marty, added, "We are never having sex in this room again.
"What! Wait a minute!" Marty exclaimed. "Let's not be so hasty!"
"YOU SURE SEEM HASTY WHEN YOU'RE TEARING YOUR CLOTHES OFF!"
Angela buttoned the very top button of her sweater and wished her jeans were a little looser. Or a lot looser. Or that she was wearing a burqua.
"We are not!" she shouted, starting to pace. "Why are you a bed, if you have so many issues with sex?"
The bed seemed to sigh. 'YOU'D HAVE ISSUES TOO, IF EVERY TEENAGER IN THE COUNTY THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PLACE TO SIN."
Marty thought about that for a second. "Maybe we could-"
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" The desk shouted. "YOU BARELY USE ME FOR HOMEWORK!"
Angela quit pacing. "We're being bullied by your furniture," she told Marty. "Your apparently psychic furniture." She bit her lip. "Want to move in with me and Tori and sleep on the floor?"
"No way. Once you submit to their demands you let the furniture win!" Marty protested.
"FINE! LET'S SEE YOU MANAGE WITHOUT US!" The bed declared and marched out the door, along with the desk, the lamp and the futon couch.
Marty blinked as he watched the furniture leave the room. "Well that settles that problem I guess."
"Except you have to get all new furniture,"Angela said, sinking cross-legged to the floor and starting to laugh. "And i think the bed saying 'boinking' scarred me even more than the singing in my room."
Scarred? Damn it. "Yeah. That was kind of a mood killer," Marty grumbled as he sat down on the floor. "I'll just redecorate the place. Get some normal non-talking furniture."
"Preferably not from Fandom," Angela agreed.
She stood, dusting herself off, and went for the coat and gloves she stored in his room. "Come on. Want to go for a walk or something before your rug decides it doesn't really like being sat on?"
"I'd beat it into submission," Marty returned, but got his own coat. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."
They left the room. The bookshelf, which alone had stood during the furnitures' farewell, took a moment to raise its voice in the sudden silence.
"... CAN YOU BELIEVE THOSE TWO?"
[OOC: Played via e-mail with oatmanspatient. React to the runaway furniture if you want.]