5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been

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[dojima_hime]

"Hottoite! Oh god, I hate this school!" Dōjima yelled as she fled ducked into the common room. "My room has been invaded by little cleaning goblins, or there's some Witch at this school with a strange sense of humor. Either way, it isn't funny!"

[withoutverona]

Happy to see her, Romeo kicked the Lysol out of his way; it seemingly took its injured pride to elsewhere in the room, while the broom continued its slow progress across the floor.

"It is not even just your room," Romeo said, gesturing to them. "Perhaps this is how the school saves on hiring custodial staff? Would they would leave us alone, at least."

He gave her exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. "But I cannot say I hate everything about this place."

[dojima_hime]

"First, there was singing. I do not sing in public, it is part of the Geneva Convention. Then yesterday, some hoppy things kept exploding in my room. Now? I'm being chased by cleaning rejects from a fantasy cartoon!" Dōjima eyed the broom warily, inching around to try and steal a seat by Romeo. "Cope failure is pending."

[withoutverona]

Romeo reached up to pat her on the shoulder. "And you missed the shoes with free will," he reminded her. "And your partner in Cool class did not put you in a shirt with talking food on it."

He sighed. "We'd be entirely justified in deciding we no longer needed to cope, and lolling about and babbling like the insane."

[isourking]

Ron wandered into the CR looking only somewhat grumpy and not really phased by the whole cleaning supplies thing. "Decided to do some spring cleaning?" Ron asked.

[withoutverona]

"They did so without my help," Romeo said, then his eyes flickered over Ron again. "... you're back to your normal height."

He was an observant one at times.

[isourking]

"Woke up normal sized," Ron said with a cross look. "All because of that idiot Reno."

[withoutverona]

"What did you do to set him off?" Romeo wanted to know, dander up just slightly. Reno was all but his best friend.

[sarcasm_guy]

"Hiya!" Sokka said, as he flopped onto the couch and turned the TV on. "What's new?"

[withoutverona]

"Good evening, Sokka," Romeo greeted. "Little enough, unless you count that." He pointed at the broom, which had been joined by a dustpan and was finishing cleaning the corners. "Are you from one of the worlds where that's normal?"

[sarcasm_guy]

"Nope!" he replied. "But I've been here a year. You get used to things being randomly weird, after a while."

[withoutverona]

Romeo's face was perplexed. "But it seemed to come in a rush this week."

[halfshell_hero]

There was a very bored, rather large turtle meandering aimlessly about.

"Aimlessly about" had brought him to the fifth floor, where there was a common room, with, like, people and stuff in it.

This, of course, was awesome.

"Hey, dudes! Anything cool going on in here tonight?"

[withoutverona]

There was a talking turtle. In the common room.

...well, he'd had a conversation with a felt frog, a turtle should pose no challenge.

"There are cleaning supplies using themselves?" Romeo offered, weakly, voice very how-am-I-talking-to-a-turtle. "And Sokka's turned on the TV, ask him what he's watching."

[halfshell_hero]

"Ooooh, the tuuuuube." Mikey leaned over the back of the couch for a moment to get a glimpse at the television, and then grinned back at the poor baffled dude who had mentioned the cleaning supplies. "Think the cleaning supplies would hit my room? You'd think I'd have less stuff all over the floor, dude? But even for a turtle, I have a lot of laundry."

And empty pizza boxes. And so on.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was still trying not to stare at the turtle. "You might ask them," he said carefully. "The supplies, that is, not the laundry. Though it should not surprise me if the laundry began to talk back.

"Where would a turtle buy his clothes?" he asked. And the turtle seemed naked, but he didn't know, maybe there was somethign under his shell and dear god now he was thinking about naked turtles and he hated his brain.

[the_merriest]

Rikku peered around the edge of the doorway. "What doesn't smell bad?" she asked. "Hiya!"

[halfshell_hero]

Mikey was waving quite happily in Rikku's general direction.

"Rikku! Hi, Rikku!"

[the_merriest]

"Mikey!" Rikku grinned. "How've you been?"

[halfshell_hero]

"Pretty good," Mikey decided. "You know how it is, hangin' out, doing some mondo awesome skateboarding down in the sewers. They're nothing like the ones back in New York, but you take what you can get, right? Totally. How are you doing, dudette?"