Room 511 to Room 505 and parts between

[thatsamilkshake]

For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and the soon-to-be-ex-but-never-unbeloved roomie if so desired, and massive SP for four different time-zones yo - but if anyone else wants to pop in and help move, sure!]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Alright!" Merlin was far too chipper this morning. "What can I do?"

[bitchprince]

He really was too chipper. Arthur would just be standing here, scanning the room for its contents with a thoughtful look on his face. He was not generally the kind to do anything like this, as it was a servant's job, but.

"Anything in particular you wish to keep?"

Arthur may have assumed that about half of this was trash, yes.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine stared for a full ten seconds before saying "All of it?" Pause. "All of it that's not Alice's." Pauuuuuse. "All of it that's not Alice's and not the red sweater with the green reindeer on the front. If you guys could accidentally lose that, it'd be awesome."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked around for what they were supposed to be losing for a moment. "I think we could manage that."

[bitchprince]

Arthur, meanwhile, stared back at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, picking up something that... okay, he had no idea what he was picking up. "Because you may want to invest in another cupboard."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine went over and nudged the corner of the lid off the box, since she didn't remember what she'd shoved in it either. A pink bunny ear flopped out, followed by Snoopy's nose. "Not for those. They go in a net above the bed."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Do we need to move the bed or anything of that sort?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed the contents of the box in his hands with an expression that read what the fuck now very clearly in about fifteen different languages. "A net," he repeated, "Over the bed."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It keeps them out of the way," Francine said, as if they might go hopping around the room otherwise. "You don't need to move the bed," she added to Merlin. "There's one in Katchoo's room. I don't think Bender ever even used it."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Having never met Bender, Merlin assumed it was for a different reason.

"What can I carry?" With this guns he had there. The Gunshow.

[bitchprince]

"But why would you want to keep them there?" Arthur asked, staring some more before he just shoved the lid back on. "You know what, nevermind."

Women.

He snagged another box in his other hand with his own-- 'guns'. Guns, Merlin?

[thatsamilkshake]

"Because if I kept them on the bed they'd-- you know what, nevermind." Francine coughed and reached for a suitcase of clothes.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Hey, Merlin wanted to know! ...he was a bit dim there.

Holding out his hand to take the suitcase, Merlin shrugged. "It's not that much stuff."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

On the inside of room 505, Katchoo was . . . fairly futilely trying to clean up some of the disaster zone. Look, she'd at least managed to get the other, unused bed cleared off and the mattress flipped (sorry about the stray cigarette ash there, Francine), and an amazingly diverse collection of empty booze containers had gone out to recycling, but everything else?

Certified disasterporn-movie fallout zone. But a fallout zone with at least enough floorspace to put Francine's things down.

Katchoo's side of the room might bite, though.

[bitchprince]

After dealing with Merlin and Francine being mostly useless in the hallway, Arthur had reached the door with a sizable amount of stuff in boxes (which he had put by the door while the two of them ranted on about Leto and pink birds) and knocked. Hard.

Well, it was better than kicking it in. He had more dignity than that.

[thatsamilkshake]

Hey, they'd been carrying stuff! It wasn't like they needed their eyes for that. "Knock knock," Francine called out dorkily.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Exactly! "It was a real bird," Merlin insisted, smiling at Katchoo as he followed them. "Hello!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'm not liable for any injuries you might incur," Katchoo told them from the doorway. There was grinning involved, but mooooostly reserved for Francine. Because. Yes.

[bitchprince]

"Don't worry," Arthur said, idly, as he picked up his boxes again and marched them into the room, "The only one of us who's injury-prone is Merlin, and that's got little to do with the circumstances."

Which was not entirely true, because Francine, but he did try not to insult women all the time. Just girls. Like Merlin.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're supposed to say 'Who's there' you know," Francine said as she bounced in with her suitcase.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're the only constantly ending up in need of treatment," Merlin shot back. Bitchily. Like a girl.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Screw what I'm supposed to say, Francie." Katchoo felt the need to get clear of the bouncing in case she got clipped by the suitcase, but she could still spare a smirk for Arthur and Merlin. "You mean I missed out on this bickering all the way between . . . three doors down from here, and here? Damn."

[bitchprince]

"It's not bickering," Arthur declared, equally idly (because really, why would he care about proving this point?) setting his boxes down. "As for you," he eyed Merlin, "That's in the line of duty. Not over my own two feet."

[thatsamilkshake]

"If you don't say 'who's there' I can't finish the joke," Francine said with a bit of a pout. "And Merlin doesn't trip over his feet. ...There's usually something there." Frequently hers. Shush.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Were not," Merlin shot back to Arthur. "And thank you, Francine."