07/09/2012

[bythewall]

WHO: 2012 Persona Users + Oscar
WHERE: Dormitory attic
WHEN: July 9th, 10AM-ish
WHY: Attic cleaning! And beginning of what will be a terrible disaster.

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[turnofthewheel]

Lester sauntered up to the attic, his eyes half closed as he listened to the music pounding in his ears. He was going to sleep more except Emi had set the alarm on his phone to wake him up for this cleaning thing. Oh well, if it had to be done, it had to be done. Luck just wasn't with him that morning when his phone failed to malfunction and let him sleep more. This...this was a little earlier than he was used to being up on a day off. Okay, a day off that involved cleaning. He'd deal.

He poked his head into the attic and felt the lack of moving air. This was going to be...pleasant. Oh well. Time to make the best of it.

"Hello?" he called into the room. "Am I in the right place?"

[bythewall]

Oscar peered over the edge of his book when he heard the first one enter. He tipped his glasses down his nose and frowned. At first he thought it was a girl, but he had entered from the boy's side. Then he realized it was just Lester. "You're early," he replied, though he nodded to reassure the boy that he was in the right place. Then he went digging in his pocket to pull out a set of keys.

"There's a fan in my room right down the stairs. Room 608. Don't touch anything else." It was a simple command, but he was sure it was easy enough to understand. He set the keys down on the table for Lester to take before returning to his reading.

[turnofthewheel]

Lester smiled a little. "Yeah, I guess I am." He walked over and picked up the keys, repeating the instructions in his head. Well, he didn't think he'd get lost. He wasn't directionally challenged as far as he was concerned. "The fan in your room. Got it."

He turned around and went back downstairs--this wasn't his day. At least he was back in the air conditioning. He got to the principal's room, struggled a little with the key before finally getting in and...where the heck was the fan? Aha! There it was. It was a little bit bigger than he imagined it to be. Hm. Heavy lifting wasn't exactly his strong point and...oh great. He was taking this back upstairs. Joy of joys. Oh well. He would deal.

He half draaaaaaaagged the fan back to the attic and was looking very much half alive (not half dead, oh no, he was never half dead). "I got the fan," he announced, heaving for air.

[alalma]

Another week without classes? She could get behind that.

... A week cleaning? Not so much. Amalia still had tragic childhood memories involving a broom and her grandmother's favorite ceramic skull, and her only consolation was that she was ten years older and infinitely wiser.

She'd considered waiting for Emi, but then decided against it (she was still a little sore about the last makeover session), and so jogged up the steps and opened the door--

-- And recoiled with a disgusted mutter of "Ay Dios--" when she realized just how not cool the attic was. She waited for another moment, then poked her head back, followed shortly by the rest of her.

"So!" she said brightly, rolling up her sleeves. "How much junk are we heaving out the window today?"

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra was not really a neat person, and he didn't really see the point of cleaning an attic, a space generally unused regardless of its state of cleanliness. But he'd be spending the week cleaning all around the school, so he figured he should start with a good attitude.

Ezra took the stairs quickly, glad when he didn't feel the beginning twinges of shortness of breath. He'd been getting more familiar with it lately. Soon, I'll quit, he promised vaguely as he entered the attic.

The heat of the room assaulted him, instantly dampening his enthusiasm. He noticed Amalia and Lester already there, the latter looking winded and lugging a fan that would no doubt make the job more pleasant. Ezra smiled politely, trying to supress a sneeze at the change in temperature. He was mostly successful, but his nose twitched against his will. "Ah, good morning," he murmured to the three as he stepped further in. "Where are we starting?"

Replying here, if that's alright~

[gruewings]

Zoe had waited all of one minute before heading up to the attic without her roommate Heather, figuring that the sooner she got there the sooner the work would get done.

Then the heat smacked her in the face and she thought, damn, too much work for this, and was now planning on hanging around near the walls, pretending to be very, very busy reorganizing the dust bunnies and cobwebs. Proactivity required more energy and attention than she had in this heat.

Socializing, however? Never a problem.

Spotting Ezra, Amalia, and Lester, she zipped right over to them and inserted herself into the group. Maybe if she chatted someone up she could convince them to do some of the heavier stuff for her.

"Hey gang! Who wants to help me move boxes?"

We just keep replying here or something?

[andsheletsgo]

Cleaning wasn't too bad. In fact, cleaning was even something that Heather could enjoy because of the squeaky clean sight she would get to see afterwards. It was even something she was used to. So that wasn't the problem about today's activity, the problem was that it was a group thing. She had been debating with herself in her room over when she should leave to go there instead of just going when Zoe left; if she would go too early she'd have to face a lot of people talking and too late would leave a bad impression. Both didn't sound very good.

After a few inner mantras of 'I can do it' (which quickly turned to 'I can't do it' after a few moments) she decided that being late would definitely be no good. Heather hurried through the hallways, going up the stairs, only to accidentally hit a box when she rushed into the attic. A dust cloud began to spread around her, prompting a coughing fit.

This wasn't a good start. She quickly set to cleaning her glasses off the dust, trying to avoid looking anyone in the eyes.

Yes~!

[bythewall]

More kids and a half-alive Lester. The fan wasn't that big, but that wasn't very reassuring. Oscar sat his book down on the table and walked over to take the fan from him. "If I find anything scratched, dented, or broken, you're on kitchen duty for the next three weeks." He patted Lester on the head and went to plug in the fan before paying attention to any of the other inquiries from students entering the room. He could already tell this was going to be a long day, but at least he wasn't going to die of a heat stroke now

[megas_alexandr]

Neither particularly early nor late, Dominick eagerly hopped up the stairwell. This extra cleaning business meant kicking out half his morning workout all in one swing, after all; like any other venture worth his effort, he was already pumped.

But stepping through the threshold, he realized that maybe an early morning shower had been a little premature after all. The tiny whir of a fan somewhere in the room didn't do much damage to the heavy beatdown of thick, stagnant air. Dust flew everywhere. Scratching his nose to hide an oncoming sneeze, he was surprised to see that so many students were already hard at work and--he stood and gazed over to the windows.

Were they throwing boxes out there?

Talk about stepping up to bat late in the game. Man, Dominick would have to work doubly hard to catch up with everyone else this morning. Rolling up his sleeves, he looked around the room for something really heavy to lift.

[inthatwild]

(THREAD CONTINUE BELOW. ♥ Just to pull everyone together.)

[inthatwild]

(OOC NOTE: Okay, everyone post to this one thread so no one gets confused and out of the loop. ♥ Also, fyi, I usually avoid strict posting orders. Feel free to set one up amongst yourselves if you need to, but for the most part just post at your leisure. So no one gets held up and all that, ya know? :D)Yes, Emi knew she had to be up early. And, yes, she knew that she would be cleaning an attic with others. However, you wouldn't know it by looking at her when she finally entered the door. She had spent about an hour and a half in the bathroom preparing for the day that was likely to be a long one. Her hair was in perfect pigtails, and though she was wearing shortalls, they were her nice gray fitted ones. Not the kind you expected to get dirty in. To top it all off, she stood in the doorway with a Starducks iced mocha latté in her hand. Even if she had been pushing for time after spending forever getting ready, she was not going to last the day unless she ran to the Starducks down the street first

[skinnendesol]

"Dunno, never cleaned anything in my life." If anyone saw the state of his and Ezra's dorm room, they might actually believe him, too. Speaking of Ezra, he was right in the middle of a gaggle of girls-- that dog. He waved back to his roommate, then glanced over at Emi. "Though, you might be on the right track."

Pause.

"Got enough caffeine there?" he asked with a bemused smile.

[megas_alexandr]

Standing around near the door, Dominick's greeting had turned into a muffled "Urnf!" as someone nearly his own size bowled into him from behind. Staggering, he bounded away from the door to see Rolf, Emi trailing quickly behind him. "Hey man, sorry about the...huh?"

Realizing he'd grabbed a hold of the heavy-looking shelving as support, he tried not to look too embarrassed around the group of girls. "Eh heh, now I don't suppose you all were trying to move this rickety bulk around, were you?"

[azuranthine]

Well, that worked out well. Lillian suppressed a giggle and nodded.

"We could use some help. It looks a little too heavy for us to lift," she added, pointing to herself then Zoe and Heather. Lillian shifted from one foot to the other a little nervously. Rolf was here now and another girl with pigtails named Emi, she thought. Between all the clutter and the growing cluster of people, Lillian was beginning to feel a little... cramped.

"Um, if you could move it for us, we'd greatly appreciate it," Lillian finished with a sweet smile.