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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 2:35 pm
Time had come to carry out the detention Red had given them all. Jericho was not happy in the slightest to be caught up in this. He still felt that he really had nothing to do with what Barth and Christof were doing in the Mad Science room. It pretty much was a case of 'wrong place, wrong time' for the dragon. And so now, he was stuck doing cleanup duty in the Other Bathroom of all things.
Grumbling irritably, he tied his hair back and made his way to the designated place. Scrubbing floors and the like was not something dragons did! Not usually anyway. There were probably some dragons out there who were real clean-freaks after all.
He also went ahead and brought a bucket and some rags, not really sure if they'd be supplied with any actual cleaning equipment for the task. Quite frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if they had to make due with their own.
Now, Jericho had heard a thing or two about this particular bathroom, but it couldn't really be that bad right? Gnomes probably helped cleaned these things on a semi regular basis so it had to be more tedious than anything else he supposed. After all, all the bathrooms he had been to at the school weren't that bad for the most part. The co-ed one was particularly nice from what he had seen when he went to visit the Horsemen.
However, when he opened the door, he completely froze. The stench that hit his nose almost knocked him out right off the bat.
"UGH!" he gagged before reeling back, taken completely by surprise. He hadn't even gotten a chance to take a good look at the inside because the smell was so damn offensive. He did noticed that there seemed to be a lot of green inside... that could have been... paint... the tiles... right? Grimacing, he held his breath and peeked into the door once more. To his great dismay, the green was not due to poor interior design choices.
"Tiamat's Multicolored s**t!" he cursed. Even bathrooms shouldn't smell THAT bad. And when was the last time this damn room was cleaned!? That stuff was everywhere. Holy Jacking s**t! Screw cleaning this place. He should just BURN IT DOWN.
That was sounding like a really good idea right about now actually.
That was... until he realized that the slime on fire could end up smelling exponentially worse.
((40 cool )
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:05 pm
Once upon a time Riley won Prom King.
Everybody was really surprised.
Then she won Class President.
Everybody was super surprised.
"Something something words words words," Riley said, because she was both Prom King and Class President.
And everybody was surprised.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 8:08 pm
Completely ignoring Stae's beautiful and heartfelt post, Christof grunted as he hauled the wagon through the doorway to that dreaded bathroom. He had only heard rumors, but honestly... cleaning, while not his favorite thing, was certainly not anything that frightened him. He somehow kept Barth's dorm at bay, didn't he? Despite the slime.
The did not mean he would come unprepared. Gathering as much information as he could muster, he carefully planned for this eventuality and had gathered everything that could possibly prove useful. He barely noticed Jericho had already arrived as he gave the thing one more pull, somehow managing to wrench it throuhg the doorway and into the mucky, tiled floors. His boots slipped. Whatever it was that set the room in such a... funk... he would find the source of it and destroy. A Filth Infection, as Malodore might put it...
Glancing around the place, even his usually-ignored sense of smell registered the hefty, pungent aroma. His master would have died if he had stepped foot in this room.
Just. Died.
Suddenly he wished he had sported his own gas mask, but alas. There was no time for that now.
At the sight of the dragon, he flushed a bit, rubbing the back of his head before giving him a nod in greeting.
(213)
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 9:12 pm
Aww, look at the two of you. My boils are finally getting along.
Riley's voice was teasing as she walked in the room - and paused to close every one of the tentacles equipped with smell receptors before continuing forward. All of her tentacles were actually curled into one another, and wrapped up in a large bandana behind her head. It looked strangely like a giant hairbun, but what mattered was that they stayed out of harms way. Judging from the sight before them, she had made the right idea. Her choice of clothing - a pair of jeans and the closest thing to a t-shirt that she owned - were also thankfully appropriate.
She moved directly for the wall, and studied the overgrowth with curious inspection. Her eyes stung from the stench, but at least she couldn't smell it anymore.
It strikes me as odd, that the school has a room so hideously detestable. It's clear no one uses it, so why don't they just get rid of it? A few carefully placed bombs here, some hammer falls there.. and voila. She spread her hands out regally. An outdoor festering garden.
Despite the fact that the three of them were in detention, Riley seemed in a very oddly good mood. It was almost.. frightening. She picked up a long, scrapelike device, and inspected the blade. They probably only keep it here for punishment. Her eyes gleamed angrily in the reflection of the blade. Her good mood was a farce, it seemed. Ah well. It could be worse.
She did not elaborate on how.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 9:25 pm
Before long, the other two had arrived. Nodding back to Christof, he soon looked over at Riley and waved to her and greeted her mentally. He would have said something out loud, but he didn't really want to open his mouth. Jericho did not want to have to inhale more of this foul air than he had to. In other words, speech was going to be limited on his part.
He had to agree with her though... the only reason why they kept such a nasty place around had to be for the sake of punishment. For a moment, he wondered just how the hell this room even got this bad. After a pause or two, he realized that he really didn't want to know after all.
It was probably a good thing he didn't eat prior to coming to this detention session.
Glancing at the spade-like thing the Mindflayer had, he soon went on to pick up one of the rags in his bucket. Ah.. soap... He'd need soap. Lots of it. Hell, he doubted there'd be enough soap to clean up this mess. Who knew how long this had been around anyway? How many students had come by with this very fate to try and tackle the horrors of this bathroom? Probably a lot, he figured.
Stepping further in, he realized that even the floor was sticky with the grim and... stuff. Feeling it ooze between his toes had him wishing horribly that he could wear some boots or something for this excursion. It felt incredibly sickening.
"Uuugh..." he groaned before carefully setting down his bucket. He was definitely going to need a lot more than a bucket of soapy water and some rags. Still, he grimaced and started to try and wipe down one of the stall doors. The slime was coated on pretty thick as he attempted to wipe away even a little bit with his rag. It probably wouldn't be long before his rag would be rendered useless because of how slime soaked it was.
he sneered while scrunching his nose.
"... Christof... extra... grim-dex..?" he choked out. Hopefully the Igor managed to get what he was trying to say.
((781))
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 9:40 pm
I still do not understand what we are being punished for, the hunchback mentally huffed as he crouched over his wagon, pulling off the throw-cloth to reveal... not so much a pile of cleaning products as one had hypothesized, but some sort of odd device that clearly looked like it had been hodge-podged together in short order. It had several "arms" all bearing scrub brushes and squeegees, old lengths of hose running through it and down other 'arms" and back to a plastic bin filled with something pink and frothing and smelling suspiciously like bleach. But I put some thought into it before coming and while not ideal, this might make matters easier? Barth is right when he said Machines do help make things easier- not laziness. Practicality, he insisted, a touch defensively as he pulled out the remote. I have scrubbed many horrible things before, but I do not think covering one's self in excrement is really ah.... character building. It's just gross. He glanced to Jericho who unfortunately couldn't hear his tirade, but he would get the hint soon enough, he was sure. If we are being punished for just doing a little Mad Science, that's all he could surmise from the situation anyway, Then we shall have to prove to them that it can be a GOOD thing, yes?
(224)
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:54 pm
Riley tried not to look at Jericho's feet when he said ew. He wasn't wearing shoes. In here. In here. She shuddered, even without looking, and took the scraper to the wall like a weapon. Of course, she scraped all of once before noticing Christof's contraption, and dropped the scraper with a clatter.
Robots and Christof had gotten her into this situation. And now, robots and Christof were getting her out of it. She moved to give the thing a good once over, before half of her tentacles wrapped around Christof to pull him into a forceful hug.
When did you become so BRILLIANT. She cheered, hugging him mercilously. That thing was going to help them turn this disgusting hovel of a room into something far cleaner than even the teachers probably expected.
Ohh, Christof. I think I'll keep you.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:01 pm
With a rather displeased look upon his face, Jericho turned when he heard a clatter of stuff. Christof had... something on his hands. Actually, he had a lot of things there put together. Though, he couldn't really tell what was going on due to the whole one way conversation thing that went on whenever Riley and the Igor were communicating.
Furrowing his brow in confusion, he gingerly stepped on over towards the device to get a better look. In the meantime, he was trying hard to not think of the squishy-sticky feeling he felt at his feet.
He really should have at least worn some plastic bags over them or something. Ugh.
he asked Riley, again not really wanting to speak out loud due to the needed breath to speak such words. Just his normal breathing was bad enough in here.
((930))
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:16 pm
The hunchback gave a sudden "Hrnnn??" as the tentacles ensnared him. The first thought to cross his mind was oh hell she's going to kill me for bringing tinkering into this oh bells- but when the tentacles failed to rip into any stitches and more... wait. Wait. She was... hugging him?
He melted slightly, the nervous babble returning afresh, I just it's mostly just... garden supplies and... I didn't have time to test it but it's simple enough in concept and um... when! When! Oh I um the last year I've really been experimenting and Barth's taught me a lot and.... I... you are pleased, Mistress?
There was an unfortunate squelch as the controller dropped into the muck at his boots.
Oh- damn.
((122))
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:20 pm
I am so pleased. So very pleased, Christof. She purred, rocking back and forth as she hugged him. This thing was going to save them so much trouble. So much disgust. She was practically glowing with delight.
And then the sound of something sloshing into the muck killed the glow.
What was that? She looked down, still hugging the igor, and saw half the controller in the gunk. She didn't yet register if this was a bad thing, or not.
Why yes, look at it. It's going to help make this experience much easier on us all. I think we should start it on the floor.. just so Jericho doesn't have to walk in the filth while we clean. Can we do that, Christof?
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:29 pm
Staring between the two with a slight sense of confusion, Jericho soon turned his attention to the contraption. Would it work? While Christof had proved to be rather handy and all, he still had to wonder if it'd be of much use for cleaning a mess this big.
<.. Starting with the floor would be great. I kinda wish I had a mop or something. No way in hell I'm scrubbing this floor by hand,> he sneered.
When he heard the plop, he looked up towards the igor, not sure what had caused that noise. But then, he looked down, spying the controller now lying in the filth. That.. wasn't a good sign. Would it still work? Furthermore.. would they be able to get it out of this sticky goo? With any luck, dropping the controller didn't actually mess anything up.
((107 cool )
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:41 pm
Not quite wanting to leave the warm embrace of tentacles, Christof crouched just a bit to gingerly pick the thing up by the antenna that poked out of the muck, holding it out at arm's distance. I... it's wheels have been replaced when I installed the radio-car but the bottom is a carpet cleaner... I haven't really had much time to um. Tame the thing but. Hopefully it will make a difference? He glanced around and it took a while for him to locate the sink.
He was not pleased by how black and green the tiny hints of porcelain was covered in. But.. hopefully it would give them water? Hopefully. Enough to rinse the thing off hopefully.
In a minute.
Procrastinating, he leaned against Riley's embrace just a bit longer.
((12 cool )
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 12:33 am
Procrastination was not a trait Riley was fond of, however. As soon as he retrieved the controller, Riley untangled herself from Christof and let him get down to business. Personally, I think the first thing I'm going to try to do is find the walls again. Whatever this horrifying green stuff is all over them needs to go. Meanwhile, Christof's clever device can handle the floors, and, ah..
She eyed the toilets with no small amount of fear in her eyes.
Some other things that no sentient being should ever be forced to touch.
With that, she picked up the scraper that she'd dropped, and slammed it against the wall, scraping a thick line of goo right off it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:20 am
Staring at Christof as he was trying to wash off his own remote, Jericho soon turned towards Riley and nodded. While she took the walls, he was just going to go back to the stall door closest to him. He didn't want to have to trudge around too much right now so he was going with whatever was within his reach for the most part. There was no jacking way he was going to go inside the stalls to deal with the toilets, however.
Though, he soon realized he needed some water in his bucket. Grimacing, he gingerly walked over to one of the sinks to fill it up.
Actually, while he was here, he might as well try washing the sink and mirrors. Yes, this sounded like a relatively good idea right about now. Though it wasn't really that much better than most of the other areas. But he at least had easy access to the water in this case. So he began to scrub furiously at the side of the basin, trying to see if he could eventually get sight of what the sink originally looked like.
((1267))
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:29 am
Nostrils flaring, the hunchback somehow managed to get the water running in teh sink he was standing by. He left it run, carefully rinsing off the controller before turning to his device. With a grunt, he managed to plop it onto the soiled tiles, giving it a shift before manually bending all of the scrub-brush arms until they hit the floor around it. Alright. Alright, here he went. Nothing more to it but to start her up and pray it ran. Like he had told Mistress, he had had no time to test it, but.... well. It was just a spinning mechanism and a retrofitted carpet cleaner and remote controlled car... it should be fine.
He stood back anyway, just in case, and pressed the Start button.
Slowly, the brushes began to spin around it, leaving a slowly growing halo of tile around it. Well... so far so good! He pressed another button, and it started spraying the soapy concoction around it, and he urged it to move forward. Back and forth sweeps... just a few to get rid of the bulk of it, and he might need to mop the rest by hand but at least this would make a difference right? Hopefully.
((20 cool )
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