Post-It: ETD 00:04am

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[Sometime shortly before lunch, an explosion of suds and soapy water escapes the laundry room, leaking out into the hallway. The immediate cause may or may not be Mason, who stands ankle-deep in the flood, missing his shirt and watching in horrified fixation as his own clothes not only wash themselves, but overload all the machines.]


This was not my fault.

...Honestly!!

But I should really like someone corporeal to come do my washing so that this does not happen again.

If anything, it's the Barge's fault for making its machines so bloody complicated. Who the fuck has ghosts doing their fuckin' laundry?

[He sits down in the suds, watching the self-washing laundry in perplexed hopelessness. Might as well take a bath while he's at it]

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[fridgetothefire]

Understood.

[She climbs on top of the dryer and sits cross-legged, gleefully clutching her new leafy hostage in her lap and awaiting his return.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, likely in desperation to return to his plant, returns well over ten minutes later clutching a mop. He treads inside the laundry room, extending his hand]

Right, trade. Hand it over.

[fridgetothefire]

Oh dear.

No, you misunderstand. You're mopping. I'm supervising.

[maced_eggs]

What?

No. No, Anya, please, love, I don't know the first bloody thing about mopping. An' I didn't create this mess, thank you very much!

[He drops the mop in a puddle. Nope.]

[fridgetothefire]

Start in the far corner and work your way toward the door, so you don't trap yourself. That's the first thing.

Actually, the first thing is get some cleaner water in the bucket, but the corner thing is important.

And I don't care whether you created it, you're not getting this back until you've cleaned it up.

[maced_eggs]

....What's to stop me just from wishing for a new plant?

Or for the floor to be clean already?

[fridgetothefire]

Well, you could. But given the evidence so far, it would probably make the plant blow up and turn the floor into a bleached poisonous wasteland or something, which I would then force you to replace, at considerable additional toil.

Or you could just mop.

[maced_eggs]

...It would not.

[He eyes the floor nervously, slowly picking up the mop and beginning to turn it in little circles]

I don't like this.

I don't like this and I don't want to do it any longer.

[fridgetothefire]

It might.

[Serenely.]

When the floor is clean - when I say the floor is clean - you'll be free to go.

Start in the far corner. It's faster if you're methodical.

[maced_eggs]

[With an insane amount of whining and complaining, Mason does as asked, throwing glares over his shoulder at Anya. At one point he tries to quicken the job by taking a dry towel from a dryer and dumping it on the floor, sweeping with his leg]

[fridgetothefire]

I wonder what kind of twisted mess would occur if I wished for you to behave.

[Idle musing. Probably he'd behave like a puppy or something, which would be hilarious, but not productive.]

Back into the washer with that, come on.

[maced_eggs]

[Making a face at Anya, Mason scoops up the towel and throws it as hard as he can into the wash...which isn't very hard, given that it's a semi-wet towel and just sort of goes "flop"]

Don't you wish anything on me. Else I'll wish you disappeared.

[fridgetothefire]

Oh man, I bet that's got like, a 95% chance of turning me invisible, that is super definitely my third favorite super power, also it would not stop me from absconding with your plant, what if we disappeared together and it could never be retrieved, what then, Mason.

But I'm just joking, it's okay. I wouldn't wish to change a person. I mean, not just for being annoying. And not when I didn't know what would happen.

[maced_eggs]

Here, you leave the plant out of this! The plant stays with me.

[Mason, evidently believed his half-assed job of cleaning the room is good enough, drops the mop on the ground and ambles over to collect his plant]

Can I have it back, now?

[fridgetothefire]

Not until the room is actually clean.

[maced_eggs]

Actually, Anya dear, the room is actually fuckin' clean.

So I will be taking my plant and I will be walking out this door now.

[He starts towards Anya on the washer, hand outstretched for his prize]

[fridgetothefire]

[She sets the pot beside her to free up her hands.]

It's disgraceful, and I will absolutely knock you out and toss this overboard if you don't pick that mop back up and finish it properly.

[maced_eggs]

I'm not going to hit a girl, Anya. I have never once laid my hand on a lady and I do not intend to start now.

Now give me the bloody plant.

[fridgetothefire]

[Deeply amused, wow mason, wow]

Lucky for you.

I just wouldn't want you chasing me up seven floors. It'd be undignified.

You'll get it back when you've done the job, to my satisfaction. That was always the deal.

[maced_eggs]

Your satisfaction levels are too bloody high! God, you're like an obsessive-compulsive, you are!

[fridgetothefire]

Look, I'm not asking for the place to be disinfected and rinsed and shined - although I absolutely could, you know, we have the necessaries. A lack of visually obvious crud that you've pushed back and forth would suffice.

[maced_eggs]

The mop must be defective. I've worked with much better mops that mopped up all that crud.

[fridgetothefire]

The mop is fine.

[maced_eggs]

The mop is not fine. I think I need another one. One that actually mops.