Room 505, Tuesday Night

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The pile of stuff in the middle of the room was not some mess that had accumulated during the week while the inhabitant more likely to clean had been busy either being insane or dealing with somebody else in that condition.

No, it was a radio, a CD player, a knock-off iPod and a Soothing Ocean Sounds Sleep Machine, all of which had been unplugged or de-batteried when simply turning them off wouldn't stop them from playing Feliz Navidad. In chorus. With harmonies and a descant. And the whales from the Ocean Sounds machine on bass.

And yet despite the pile of silent machines on the floor, the song could still be heard tinkling out the open door, as Francine chased something small and whirring around the room.

Beep BEEP beep beep beeeeeeeeep...

"Et tu, Clocky?!"

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[OOC: Door and post are open!]

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"Why am I not surprised?" Katchoo asked from the doorway, leveling a Concentrated Glare +5 at Clocky.

Not that said Concentrated Glare bothered said clock. Must've made its saving throw.

"I'm gonna wish that guy a merry Christmas where the sun don't shine if this keeps up."

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"Antarctica?" Francine suggested. "I think the sun's finally not shining there."

No, the santa hat wasn't stuck on her head. She'd just kept it because she liked it.

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"Oh, good. Then we can put him on the express ice floe to hell." Katchoo got a good look at the hat, aimed a kick at Clocky and missed badly, and chuckled. At the first event, not the second. "I'd bitch about too much holiday cheer if that was anyone else, but you look damn cute, Francie."

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Francine grinned, started to sing "I wanna wish y--- arrrrgh" and reached for a pillow to throw at Clocky.

"I like this better than the elf outfit, that's for sure."

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"I dunno. The elf outfit was kinda sexy," Katchoo drawled, flipping Clocky off.

Clocky just responded by blaring "Feliz Navidad, feliz Navidad" again.

"FRIKKIN' DEMON CIRCUIT BOARD, I'M GONNA . . . !"

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"I had to go to church in it!" Francine huffed.

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"Bet that made the experience even better," replied an unrepentant, grinning Katchoo. "I mean, you're here and still un-electrocuted."

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She snorted and retrieved the pillow to throw it at Katchoo this time. "Of course; I'm going to Hell after I die, for--" Oh, where would we start the list? "--sitting there with Arthur and coming up with horrible ways to kill whoever stuck the elf suits on us."

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Katchoo used this icon because it's from the same scene started to say something, sputtered into muffled silence owing to a sudden case of Pillow To The Face, and managed, when she recovered, to retort, "Nah. Whoever's behind the elf suits is the one goin' to hell."

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"Think it's the gremlins?" Francine, pillow-objective accomplished, gave up on catching Clocky and bounced down on her bed. "Tara and I decided the gremlins run the customer service center for the island, which explains why there isn't any."

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Katchoo trailed over to stretch out beside her, if she could. "That'd explain a hell of a lot, wouldn't it? Maybe they just bite the island sometimes and it decides to pull this crap on us."

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Francine rolled over to make room and propped herself up on one elbow. "Bite the island? What, like, gnaw on the the rocks?"

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"Maybe that's how they sharpen their teeth!" Well, if Francine was going to prop herself up on her elbow, Katchoo was going to try to steal the pillow.

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"That.... makes way too much s--- HEY!" Francine caught her pillow by one corner just as it was almost snatched away. "Pillow thief! Pillow thief! Call the police!"

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"Ha-ha!" crowed Katchoo, tugging at the pillow. "You'll never take me alive, copper!"

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"Will too!" A paragon of maturity, our Francie. Though not exactly a tower of physical strength considering she was coming close to losing hold on that pillow. "We'll put you in jail with all those people who tear the tags off mattresses!"

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"Noooooooooooo!" Katchoo howled, laughing and giving the pillow another good hard yank. "I'll never go! You can't make me!"

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Oh sure, use your excessive five-and-a-smurf foot strength against a delicate flower like Francine.

Okay, a graceless, unbalanced loon like Francine. "Can tooooooo....oohf!"

That would be a graceless unbalanced loon getting yanked right along with the pillow and landing on top of Katchoo.

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It was a duet of "oohf!" then. What else was Katchoo going to do, getting landed on like that?

"Heh." Note how she didn't sound upset about it at all? "Hi there."

Katchoo thanks you for your unbalanced gracelessness, o loon.

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Francine grinned down at her, wondering if she should move or flail, but choosing not to. "Hi."

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Katchoo leaned up to bump noses with her. "How the hell are ya?"

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"Horizontal," Francine informed her, just in case there was some way she could miss that fact. The fluffy ball from her Santa hat chose that moment to flop down into her face.

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Well, she could have missed it, had she not been in rather close proximity to the horizontal-ness.

"And not doin' the mambo." Katchoo laughed and swatted at the fluffy ball. "Kinda a shame, innit?"

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*Blink*

"I don't know how to mambo. I can waltz?"

The world should feel free to facepalm at her, yes.

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. . . oh, Francine. It's a good thing you're cute.

"Too many steps for me."

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"Also hard to do on a bed." THINK ABOUT IT, PETERS. "This is easier." She leaned her face down a whole two inches to tentatively press a kiss against Katchoo's mouth. Not even an Epic Romance kiss. More of a nervous is this okay? one.

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More like a junior-high dance stand-and-sway-awkwardly technique than something from one of those trainwreck reality-show competitions with celebrities, which Katchoo had always hated, and she could have pointed that out but that would have involved her mouth not being otherwise occupied.

. . . which was easier than trying to explain the metaphor anyway, wasn't it?

It was okay, more than okay, as her hand reaching up to cup the back of Francine's neck might indicate.

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'Trainwreck' pretty much explained the metaphor at this point anyway. As well as Francine's higher brain functions, leaving just her mouth in charge of the whole shebang and seriously, does anyone think that's a good idea? Ever?

Not that she didn't have ideas on where to go from here - like opening her lips for a start, and then there was something about tongues and teeth and how Katchoo's bottom lip really, really needed to be bitten -- but the nerve to follow through with them?

She got as far as the opening and the soft, wet swipe over that lip, and then, "I--" and who thought it was a good idea to let Francine's mouth drive? Who?