Arms Hotel, Room 111

[apocalypsesoon]

After an eventful night at Caritas, Monday finds John back in his room, gathering his clothes together to make a laundry run.

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Sometime after 2nd Period

[death_of_hope]

Here's an Anemone, kicking at his door because her arms are full. "John? Are you home? I brought okonomiyaki-breakfasty-pie, because that's what we made in class today. And, um, I brought whatever I tossed in this bag because I liberated stuff randomly from the common room. Like juice. Honestly. Juice."

Okay, she honestly has no idea what's in the bag, but that's half the fun, right?

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

[apocalypsesoon]

John opened the door, armful of laundry. "John's not home right now. I'm his sentient laundry, which came self-aware due to his lack of detergent and dryer sheet usage. Come inside for pie-y goodness," he said as he opened the door and made his laundry moooooove like it was a Muppet aliiiive.

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

[death_of_hope]

"As long as you aren't a laundry robot. I have it on good authority that John hates robots. I would hate to have to rip out your circuitry with my bare hands. It's killer on my nails." There was a momentary pause as Anemone peered over her load of pie at the room. "Oh blessed Sages. What happened in here? Did your socks decide to undergo mitosis?"

Re: Sometime after 2nd Period

[apocalypsesoon]

"Rebleachinate! Rebleachinate!" John said in a very bad parody of the robot things from that one Mr. What show.

"No? At least, I hope not. I have more socks... and I'm missing a pair of boxers. I'm thinking it's underwear gnomes, and not that my boxers decided to sockify." He piles the clothes in the corner, next to the bike. The World War II era motorcycle with sidecar-slash-trailer sitting by the doorwall for speedy escapes.

"Come in, if you're not a vampire," he said. "Want me to take something?"