Laundry Room, Morning

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Draco had run out of clothes. Malfoys do not run out of clothes. He hated having to ask his mother for new clothes so soon. Not because he was ashamed to get gifts from his mother, it's just that he didn't want to have to explain why he has run out.

So he trekked down to the laundry room to try to talk to the dryer that currently held his clothes. And yes, he chalked this up to being one of the weirder things he's had to do. He stood in front of the dryer and coughed to get its uh...attention.

"Uh, hello there. I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to give me my clothes." he said as politely as he could manage. The dryer did nothing but the other machines shook as if they found something funny.

"Come on, I've run out of everything! I never did anything to you!" he said, his temper starting to rise. Draco moved a bit closer, which turned out to be a mistake. The dryer door flipped open and smacked Draco right on the nose.

"OW! Damn it! You stupid piece of crap! I'm going to make you pay for this-" he looked at the machine, "KENMORE!"

Draco turned to leave but before he was completely out of the room he heard the dryer door open again. He turned around to see a pair of his boxers on the floor. He knew they were his because they had a little Slytherin symbol on the corner. But instead of being green they had turned red. Gryffindor red.

"I hate you." he says, squinting at the machine "And I'll have my revenge, whether in this life or the next. You think about that."

Fifth floor common room, Thursday afternoon

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The television is tuned to an episode of AKA. The volume is up pretty high. That would be to so Nadia could hear it over the sound of the hair drier she was using, on it's highest setting, on a very wet pair of jeans.

She's strung up a line between the lamp and one of the door frames. It's covered in similarly very wet and wrinkled clothing, which she's attempting to dry with the hair drier. There's fabric softener in her hair, and spots of it on her jeans, but somehow she's managed to keep it off Walter's t-shirt.

She's looking pretty annoyed. Whether that's due to the lack of success in drying her clothing, or something that's happening on the television, it's hard to tell.

[ooc: boredinated and frustrated thanks to the main web system being down at work. come tease the poor laundry girl!]

The Roof, Thursday night

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The Tick was on the roof of the dorms with Lockheed on his shoulder. It had been far too long since they came up here to just watch the evening. Down there somewhere was a bonfire. He hoped the kids were being safe with that. And over there was the town, quiet but with life dancing around in a ballet.

And out there was the water. And beyond that, the world outside Fandom. That was no longer his world. That world belonged to others. Soon the small dragon on his shoulder would return to that world. Well, he would go to a slightly different world. Same difference.

And so here they were. Enjoying the night.

[OOC: Tick is only here for notstakedyet. That thread is locked but broadcastable. Otherwise, feel free to use for any roof-type needs.]