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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 1:57 pm
squeaky clean
The day after New Years was just like any other. With one of his resolutions being to keep active every day, Dawson decided it was time to try and tackle the dungeon bathroom again; there was only so much spare dignity he could have waiting for the first floor one to be accessible, and the gym's wasn't always on hand (mostly because he was afraid to go in there and get mocked fatass alert fat a** alert ya'll), and using other peoples' bathrooms made him feel guilty. So there he was shortly after lunch, in tattered jeans, an old shirt with paint stains (navy blue with a red and white MHS on the front, beneath having the head of an eagle), a baseball cap, and a hoard of cleaning supplies.
Time to try this again.
The basement bathroom had so far resisted any effort to get clean, and Dawson had been warned that taking a shower there could literally get you infected with something. He hoped his elbow length cleaning gloves were enough to prevent contamination.
If it didn't, well, he also had some hand sanitizer!
In a red solo cup sat his newly converted iPod, the only present he had allowed himself for Christmas; the cup served as a makeshift speaker as rockabilly music echoed throughout the dingy bathroom. On his knees and unaware that his saggy jeans had fallen below The Designated Courtesy Line (read: asscrack in view), he took the scrubbing brush, soaked it full of detergent, and began to determinedly pick at the rust surrounding the toilet rim.
The Semblance of Unity thinking we could just start with the one and then branch out a little later unless something hits your muse!
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:23 pm
squeaky clean The coffee pot once again bubbled out something horrible. And maybe it was a little browner than before, but two degrees closer to coffee didn't make it safe. Horace didn't know why he tried anymore. Mournfully, he trekked to the bathrooms to dispose of it in its customary grave - the toilet second from the left in the awful bathrooms. However, he was greeted by a strange, strange sight. "If only I had a quarter for that coin slot," he muttered, not realizing he'd spoken aloud. The coffee pot continued to bubble ominously. Horace cleared his throat. "Are you trying to actually clean?" His voice was maybe the tiniest bit hopeful. shelvingPart of Horace's Christmas shopping had included things for his room. Namely, shelves! Rather, one set of light-weight wire shelves and a foldable coat rack. There was only one problem - it needed a screwdriver. One Horace did not have. So, he was out knocking on doors, hoping some enterprising trainee had one. No luck, no answer, a strange creak. Then he knocked on B71. "Hello?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 1:27 pm
squeaky clean
Perking, he pushed up against the toilet and turned. "Wuh...O-Oh. Aww shiyet!" Dawson mumbled bashfully as he yanked his pants up, soapy water crawling down his arms. "Damn things just...Sawry, man, belt just don't help none anymore...Uh...Yeah, m'tryin' ta make it decent here."
He blinked at the frothing pot.
"Yanno, common room's up on the first floor," he offered helpfully. "I-If that's what yer lookin' for."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 1:36 pm
shelvingThere was a rustle of noise within like crumpling newspaper, a small snap, and the muted sound of a voice within. A few moments later Dawson opened the door, sweaty but cheerful. Past the open slit of the door, Horace might catch the sight of what looked like a kid's drawing of the Scooby Doo gang next to a Chuck Norris-ism poster taped to the wall. "Y'ello...Oh! Yer the guy with the coffee cleaner!" He beamed, like the sight of his a** for a first conversation hadn't been the least bit mortifying. "'Sup, brother?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 11:54 am
squeaky clean
Horace waved his free hand about wildly. "Nonono, I'm sorry - that was real rude of me. Besides, you'e cleaning and that sight is beautiful." The basement bathrooms were likely less safe than the ocean... maybe. He rubbed his free hand across the short side of his hair.
"Oh! It's... sort of... coffee? Watch." He stepped over to a free toilet and poured the bubbling mess along the sides of the bowl. It hissed in the most alarming fashion. But... it looked like the horrible rust and stains might be a little lighter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:00 pm
shelving
Horace's face split into a grin. Now here was a handy man! "Hey! I actually... need to borrow a screwdriver." He looked sheepish for a second. "I don't have one, but I bet you've got fifteen or something." He rocked back on his heels once before sticking out a hand.
"I don't think I ever got your name. I'm Horace."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:03 pm
more color, please"Dawson, we need a plan. I am not a fussy man, but this is unacceptable." Horace had managed to run into the other in the hallway and immediately stopped him. The basement needed renovations and if anyone could do it, they could! ...maybe. "Do you think they would let us paint the walls?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:13 pm
squeaky clean
Dawson stared at the much more beautiful sight of less rust. "Ho-ly Mary..." he uttered as he tugged at his cap in awe. Then he accidentally smelled his savior cleanser and gagged before plugging his nose right quick.
"I think yer onta somethin' there!" he exclaimed excitedly. With a grunt Dawson pushed himself up and wiped his arms on his shirt. "Where'd ya find that stuff?"
Beat.
"Not....Not where people're actually drinkin' I hope...?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:19 pm
shelving
"Oh, uh--" Hastily he wiped his hand on his pants before giving Horace a firm and meaty shake. "Dawson Grace," he said with a big smile, eyes lighting up at the mention of tools. "Or Shaggy if ya want. Nice ta put a name on a friendly face! But, uh, I got a few kinds, yeah. What kinda project ya doin', pal?" There was an unspoken let me help please please please.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:27 pm
more color, please
"Iunno, man..." He grimaced at what looked like a deeply ingrained bloodstain along the wall. "Some a'this I tried t scrape out, but s'like the basement wants ta be a horror set. Mean, we could try..."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully, vaguely surprised when he realized he had been forgetting to shave in the midst of this ongoing project.
"Thing about stone is, ya gotta prep the stuff so it takes paint," Dawson went on, his eyes glazing over as he reread a manual in his head. "Scrub in shittons've vinegar by the looks of it, this place seems old...Normally ya might mist it with some water ta act like a buffer so the paint don't seep in too deep, but I doubt it'll be a problem here 'cause stuff's already stainin' it...Gotta get us some primer, some stucco paint. Gawd, shittons've stucco paint..."
Blinking out of his short reverie, he glanced at Horace. "What color ya thinkin'? White like everythin' else up there?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:26 am
squeaky clean
"Yeah, smells awful, doesn't it?" Nevertheless, Horace looked rather pleased at Dawson's reaction. If he couldn't drink the coffee, it was nice to have it still be useful. He rocked back on his heels. "Actually, Life gave me the coffeepot for free with the instructions to report back on what it did. Experimental and all that. I didn't drink any - didn't seem safe." He hefted the now empty coffeepot and gestured back down the hallway.
"Actually, have the pot in my room. I'm... not sure how it makes the 'coffee'. But what say you and I get cleanin'? He grinned widely.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:30 am
shelving
"Shaggy? Like... Scooby Doo?" He returned the man's handshake. "I just bought a shelf-thing... for my room. And IKEA didn't include a screwdriver so I'm stuck. Wanna help out?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:37 am
more color, please"We have to try. I'm gonna be stuck down here forever, I know. And I like the no-windows things, but it's so gloomy." He listened attentively as Dawson spoke, although he wouldn't remember more than half of it. Horace didn't have his notebook on him, after all. "Maybe a white base, then other people stuck down here could customize it around their doors? Like... paint a sailboat or something. To personalize this." Horace hadn't thought too too far ahead. "Let's go make a list of what to get - sadly I used up my leave on Christmas shopping, so it'll take a bit to get things, unless you think Moon has stuff laying around?" medigel i am so so sorry for being slow D8
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:43 pm
throne
"So I heard that this room was really weird. And well, you're not weird. Wanna go?" He leaned nonchalantly on Dawson's door frame and idly twisted his hair up in a knot.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:38 am
squeaky clean
"Yeah, I hear ya don't wanna eat Life crap..." His eyes twinkled as he returned the grin. "But if they want ya ta report on what it does, hell, let's give 'em somethin' ta report on!"
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