<<OOC>> arcangel starts logging.
<<OOC>> arcangel requotes the last chunk?
<<OOC>> Hamilton opens up text for Mercator Hamilton, just in case...
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "Sure"
<<OOC>> arcangel | Hamilton says "But I expect we could check out the Escher Center and see if there's anyone who does good portraits doing a display"
<<OOC>> arcangel | Leo nods. Then he looks down, "But first, I'd have to wash all my stuff."
<<OOC>> arcangel | Hamilton brightens. "I'm done with classes for the day. I can go get soap and we can brave the basement. It'll make it faster."
<<OOC>> arcangel | Leo grins. "Great! I'll improvise a pillowcase or something!"
<<OOC>> arcangel | Hamilton says "Let's get stuff in the wash, then we can eat the ice cream while we're waiting."
<<OOC>> arcangel | Leo nods and gets up, heading for the bedroom.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "I think that Blaine was going to run back and get some soap?"
Hamilton yells in. "I'll just run over to my room for soap."
Leo calls back, "Great! I'll meet you at the washing machines?"
Hamilton says "Sure. Just don't annoy any self-righteous law students.""
Leo groans. "If he shows up... Where's your room? I'll be hiding under your bed -- maybe he wouldn't look there!"
Hamilton laughs. "Monty Hall, room 1310."
Leo calls, "Great! Thanks!"
Hamilton says "But he lives in Monty, so you're safer here."
Leo makes an inarticulate noise.
Hamilton heads out.
It's a quick trip. The shadows are longer and deeper. At the dorm room, Raven is not in, but her spider is in its plastic container, on the desk. It scrabbles frantically at the wall as Blaine enters.
Hamilton waves. "Hey, Spidey." Then goes and looks for laundry soap, basket, and fabric softener.
The spider scrabbles along the plastic wall of its container, almost seeming to track Blaine.
Soap and basket are findable. The fabric softener is nowhere to be seen.
Hamilton sighs. "Oh, well. Go without, I guess."
The spider finally stops scrabbling. It taps at the plastic wall with a foreleg.
Hamilton says "You're a persistent one, aren't you?"
The spider pauses, then taps the wall with the other foreleg.
Hamilton's eyes narrow and she studies it for a moment, wondering...
The spider stops and wanders into the other corner of the container.
Hamilton shakes her head. "Now where would *Raven* get a familiar?"
The spider pokes at a dead cricket in its cage, desultorily.
<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (The mall?)
Hamilton places soap inside basket to make it easier to carry.
All is calm and quiet. Well, except for the sounds of rap fighting with country and western, on the floor above.
Hamilton shrugs. Mortal music cannot compare to The Music, after all. Blaine heads out and back toward Leo's.
A pair of cats chase each other back and forth across the lawns, pursued by a frantic-looking chipmunk as they tussle. Various students meander about. A faint scent of brimstone wafts from the direction of the WUSE prefabs.
Hamilton hums as she walks.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Spiders want to be free!"
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "Well, get a servitor of Jordi, and I'm sure it would be... ;>"
Faustus Dorm rears its gargoyled facade.
Hamilton heads in and goes to the elevator down to the laundry facilities.
Leo is down in the basement, eyeing the washing machines, which seem to have been painted in Gothic Gargoyle.
The dryers are more Modern Gargoyle.
<<OOC>> Demiurge says "How do you know that poor little spider doesn't already have a Servitor of Jordi trapped inside it?"
Hamilton says "Got it!"
Leo looks up. "Great!" He pokes a front-loading washing machine with a finger. It appears to have been painted as a stony creature with a mouth. "Are these things safe?"
Hamilton shrugs. "I guess so. Never tried them."
Leo cautiously opens the front and peers in. "No teeth inside..."
Hamilton says "They obviously swallow the clothes whole."
Leo grins. "If they do, I hope I can get some new clothing..." He starts shoveling some clothes from a pillowcase into the machine. "Though I probably ought to worry that they'll spit these out."
Hamilton considers his sorting.
His sorting is non-existant.
Hamilton says "You ought to sort into light and dark, you know."
Leo blinks. "I should?"
Hamilton says "Otherwise they all come out grey."
Leo considers his clothes that he's shoveling in. White underwear. Bluejeans. A red t-shirt.
Hamilton says "Here, pull them out and I'll show you."
Leo pulls them out, turning a little pink. "Well, I can throw the underwear in all by itself..."
Hamilton nods. "Anything white, you can add to that one."
Leo plucks out underwear and tosses it in, along with a couple of t-shirts. He considers a pair of light gray sweat-pants. "What about these?"
Hamilton says "Hm. Those can probably go in the whites, too."
Hamilton rapidly sorts out the darker clothes into a washing machine, tossing a few lighter things Leo's direction.
Leo tosses them in and closes the washing machine door. Then he peruses the instructions at the top. "Are these permanent press, knit, cotton-sturdy, or kevlar?
Hamilton considers. "Cotton."
It would seem that Leo has about five changes of shirts, three of pants, and however many underthingshe tossed in. And maybe seven days' worth of socks.
Leo sets the dial to cotton. "It wants the soap..."
Hamilton measures out soap and puts it in.
Leo watches this with a certain look of mystification. "I hate dealing with these things," he comments. "I'm always worried I'm doing it wrong. In public, yet."
<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Okay, so he's not a Servitor of Tech or Lightning."
Hamilton smiles. "You get used to it. I've been doing my own laundry since... Hm. Well, since I can remember.
Leo grins. "Well, the one back home -- I didn't mind that one. But mom used to manage it."
Hamilton says "I think when I was little we had some sort of a servant that did it. But Daddy used to complain about him eating the arms..."
Leo gives Blaine a dubious look. "_Arms_?"
Hamilton says "Of the shirts. Well, the sleeves."
Leo laughs. "Mother would have strangled someone who messed with the sleeves of her shirts! She used to hand-stitch some of them."
Hamilton says "Daddy let him go eventually. Then after he forgot to do laundry for three weeks in a row, he hired a service. Only they stopped coming after a while..."
Leo looks sympathetic. "Money troubles?" he asks quietly.
Hamilton says "Oh, I don't think so. Daddy always seemed to have enough money. Inheritance, you know. I think it was because of that one time when he answered the door... Well, never mind. After that, I took over."
Mellor has disconnected.
Leo grins, a bit relieved. "Oh, good."
Leo hitches himself up onto the churning washing machine and looks around, as if he's a bit unsure if he's going to wake up. Considering the stonework in the basement, this is understandable confusion.
Hamilton says "Well, I suppose we could read our Earth 101 assignment. It might be fun to read it aloud to each other..."
Leo says, "Okay. That's probably one way to get it out of the way." He pauses, looking a little embarassed. "I left mine in my room..."
Hamilton glances at the washing machines and then at her watch. "It'll be a bit. Why don't we go get it. And the ice cream."
Leo picks up the pillowcase. "Right! Ice cream!" He goes to hold the basement door open for Blaine.
Hamilton preceeds him out the door and to the elevator.
The elevator in Faustus is not so alarming as the one in Monty Hall. It opens quietly and doesn't shudder at all as it climbs up. It does ping, though.
Hamilton says "It's not fair. You get the big room and the good elevator."
Leo shrugs exaggeratedly as he unlocks the door to his room. "Sorry! I don't know why, either."
Hamilton says "Someone likes you, I guess."
Leo frowns. "Maybe. But why?" He looks around. "Am I just not seeing the bars?"
Hamilton says "What do you mean?"
Leo waves a hand around, as he picks up his copy of _Animal Farm._ "Of the cage, or the trap, closing in around me. Nice and padded, though, if that's them."
Hamilton says "You're too paranoid. But maybe you need to be."
Leo sighs. "Yeah, well -- I've got guys in black suits after me."
Leo says, "It's an occupational hazard of life."
Hamilton says "True."
Leo says, "I hope you don't get in trouble, being around me. That attack-puppy from your class might call in big brother attack dogs."
Hamilton shrugs. "Family sticks together. We're all weird enough, after all. No one else is going to look after us."
Leo gives a lopsided grin. "It's... good to know. Thanks." He turns a wipe at one eye into a scratch at his nose. "Well, I got the book! Shall we go make sure the clothing's not eaten?"
Hamilton says "I'll get the ice cream."
Leo gives a thumbs up.
The ice cream is in the freezer, just as it was left.
Hamilton fetches it and heads for the door.
Leo holds it open for Blaine, in a gentlemanly way.
Hamilton steps through, holding both cones.
Leo gallantly pushes the button for the elevator, too.
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "Now he could be more gallant and offer his real name... ;>"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Has Blaine asked? O:>"
The elevator arrives promptly, and conveys the pair down, without shuddering. Leo says, "I could take one of those cones..."
Quickly licking a spot of ice cream that's beginning to melt, Blaine steps into the elevator.
Hamilton offers him the other. "Lick fast."
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "That's what she always says!... ;>"
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "No, she hasn't asked. Gonna talk to Dad first."
<<OOC>> arcangel chuckles.
Leo takes it and does so, as if the obvious smutty thought hadn't occured to him.
The washing is still there, though the white laundry seems to have acquired a pale blue towel that Blaine is sure wasn't there before.
Hamilton says "Hmmmm..."
Leo says, through a mouthfull of ice cream, "Mmmf?"
Hamilton says "Did you put a blue towel in the white wash?"
Leo shakes his head. "Nope!" He peers at the washing machine.
Hamilton says "Ah. It appears someone mistook your load for theirs, then. Ah, well. You are now the proud owner of a pale blue towel."
Leo puts his eyebrows up. "Oooookay. I hope it's not bugged."
Hamilton considers. "Well, if it is, we'll just have to give them an earful." She grins.
Leo gets some ice cream down slightly the wrong way and coughs. "Eh?"
Hamilton says "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure we could come up with something."
Leo eyes Blaine. "Reading the class assignment?"
Hamilton says "Mm. Well, we'll do that first, of course."
Leo says, dubiously, "First?"
Hamilton sighs and shakes her head. "Never mind. Just a thought." She considers him. "How old are you anyway, Leo?"
Leo hoists himself back onto the washing machine. "Um. About 17."
Hamilton says "Just a bit younger than me, then. When's your birthday?"
Leo says, "April." He cringes a little. "First, even."
Hamilton smiles. "Memorable date."
Leo grimaces. "Yeah. Impossible to live down at school, though."
Hamilton says "I'll bet."
Leo says "I would have told everyone April second, but one of the teachers thought it was great."
Hamilton says "Of course. There's always one."
Leo hangs his head and nibbles ice cream. "I was the April Fool for two grades."
Leo says, "Bet you didn't have anything that bad... When's your birthday?"
Hamilton says "August 23rd."
Leo sighs. "A nice, sane, normal date."
Hamilton says "Boring day just like any other."
Leo says, "Never, ever underestimate the pleasure of boredom!"
Hamilton says "My father's birthday is December 24th."
Leo grins. "Bet he has fun with it."
Hamilton says "Oh, of course."
The washing machine next to Blaine emits what sounds rather like a burp. Was there a pokadotted sock in there before?
<<OOC>> Hamilton seriously doubts it... ;>
Leo crunches through the last of his ice cream.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "There is now."
<<OOC>> Hamilton needs to go soon.
Leo flips open the book. "Do you want to start first, or shall I?"
<<OOC>> arcangel thinks we should end off with them reading the assignment?
Hamilton regards the last bit of ice cream. "You go first while I finish up."
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "Sounds good."
Leo nods. "Okay." He flips to the front and begins to read, with a rather pleasant reading voice.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "End off there, mebbe?"
<<OOC>> Hamilton says "Works for me."
<<Scene Stop>>
arcangel hugs.
Hamilton says "Hehe. Well, I've got more info on dear cuz for Dad."
Hamilton ;>
arcangel grins.
You say "Late-night phone call sometime, eh?"
Hamilton says "Yupyup"
arcangel chuckles.
Hamilton says "And had fun with the laundry stories... ;>"
arcangel smiles. "Oh, good."
Demiurge grins.
arcangel will have to figure out what sorts of things are in the laundry when it's pulled out...
Hamilton says "Of course."
arcangel plots!
Hamilton says "Should be one pair of lacy underwear..."
You say "Three un-matched baby socks."
You say "Two towels..."
Hamilton says "More important is what ISN'T in the laundry when it's pulled out..."
arcangel whistles.