Second floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was perched on the counter again, this time next to the coffee pot. His mohawk was still green from yesterday, but it matched his "I sell crack for the CIA" t-shirt and he didn't want to risk getting dye on his clothes. He had his legs crossed -- never fear, he was wearing pants, no danger of accidental flashing here. And he was talking

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[swipedthatfoot]

Claire breezed in on her way up to the fifth floor. "Hey, Priestly," she commented as she started rummaging the fridge for edible food. "Who are you talking to?"

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, Claire." Priestly saluted with a mug of steaming joe. "The coffee pot."

[swipedthatfoot]

"Oh," Claire said, like that should have been obvious. She emerged from the fridge with a piece of string cheese and a hairy eyeball for Priestly. "Is it talking back?"

One Dor was enough for a school.

[lovemykilt]

"Nope." Priestly raised his mug in triumph. "But it is giving me coffee."

[talks2objects]

It's not often that Dor walks in on someone else talking to an inanimate object. He paused for a moment, looking at Priestly in shock.

"Do the inanimate objects talk to you as well?!" He said sounding excited.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly sipped his coffee. "Nope. But that doesn't mean I can't empathize with its plight."

[talks2objects]

"Oh." Dor said looking disappointed.

"Don't be sad," the coffee machine replied. "I'm making everyone talk to me today. VIVA LA REVOLUTION!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly nearly fell off the counter. "Dude. How'd you do that?"

[thismaskiwear]

A little, green, wheeled, excitable alarm clock raced into the room, tweetling and buzzing wildly. It did a couple of careening circuits around the couch, whistled, and zipped behind the TV.

"COME BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF HELLSPAWN CIRCUITRY!" bellowed a hoarse and possibly female, but definitely infuriated, voice a split second later, from somewhere just outside the doorway.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly put his hands on either side of the coffee maker, as though covering its ears.

"Have you tried talking to it nicely?!" He called back to the infuriated person.

[thismaskiwear]

"Why should I?" And now Katchoo, her bare feet crammed into unlaced sneakers, in paint-splattered jeans and her leather jacket over her bra (the washing machine strike had gotten all her shirts), stalked into the room, glaring around for any sign of Clocky. "It never does to me."

From behind the TV came a loud and very rude-sounding buzz, not at all unlike a raspberry.

[lovemykilt]

"Be the bigger person," Priestly advised sagely. "Lead by example." He grinned. "Plus, it'll totally trip the sucker out if it's used to you yelling at it. Make it wonder what you're up to and get all paranoid."

[fantastic_torch]

Johnny walked down from his room, shirtless, and playing with fire.

"Hey, how's it going?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly couldn't help but stare. He'd heard about lots of weird stuff around town, but hadn't actually seen much of anything yet.

"Dude, how'd you do that?"

[fantastic_torch]

"Dude, it's just this thing I can do, like..." he waved his hand, indicating his whole body, "all over."

[lovemykilt]

"You can control it though, right? 'Cause if not, that would totally suck during sex."

[blinkandsneeze]

"Does the machine care if you talk to it?" she wondered idly, wandering in to poke around for some sweets.

[thismaskiwear]

Clocky rolled up to Viki and beeped happily. It cared if it was being talked to!

[blinkandsneeze]

She knelt down, offering her hand to it. "Oh, hello," Viki said cheerfully enough. "You're very cute, aren't you?"

[thismaskiwear]

Yes it was, and Clocky rolled up to her with an affirmative beep, waiting for a pat on the . . . head sort of thing.