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Rooms 239/240: Moving Day [After Classes]

Even though Marty was given an invitation to move into Room 239/240 by Jack on Sunday, it wasn't until today that Marty finally found the time to pack up his belongings and start the migration to his new digs down the hall.

Sure... Some people would say he was crazy to give up a single but Marty couldn't resist the opportunity to figure out what those Colorado Refugees were trying to hide from the rest of the school.

Marty picked up his first box and looked over to Camilla.

"C'mon girl. Let's go meet our new roomies."

So together Marty and his pet chicken started the migration down the hallway.

[Open to all to want to help Marty move... and the unsuspecting residents of 239/240 of course]

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Marty unlocked the door to his new room while balancing a box in his arms. When he tried to open the door the box flew out of his hands and crashed into the room sending bits of stuff everywhere and making a loud noise.

Janet bolted upright and leapt out of bed, looking around for the source of the noise. "What the hell?" she asked, crossing her arms and glaring at Marty.

She also didn't remember that she was wearing shorts and a tank top covered with goofy-looking cartoon fishes.

"Hey Roomie! Sorry about the noise," Marty said as he gathered up his stuff and put in back into the box. "Guess I should have knocked too. Nice tank top."

"Roomie?" asked Janet. She glanced at the clock. It was way too early on a Friday to be dealing with this. "What do you mean, roomie? You--" She glanced down at her tank top. Oh, damn. Why had she thought it would be a good idea to actually wear those pajamas?

"Yeah. Got the paperwork taken care of earlier this week. Would have moved in sooner but the first week of classes has kept me busy." Marty nodded over to the empty corner that Kawalksy used to inhabit. "This my bunk over here? Excellent."

"Wait, how-- Why are you moving in here?" asked Janet, still glaring at him and trying desperately to remember if she had put her laundry away. Otherwise, the basket of clean clothing was sitting in her closet with the portable defibrillator--and she really didn't want Marty to see that. "How did you get the idea to change rooms? Didn't you have a single?"

Marty blinked a few times at Janet. "Well yeah, I had a single... but... wait... you didn't know about this?"

"No, I didn't know about this!" exclaimed Janet. "Do I look like I knew about this?"

She looked pretty damn goofy in her stupid pajamas, but she wasn't going to say that.

"Actually it looks like you have a thing for cartoon fish."

Janet groaned. "What's wrong with my cartoon fish?" They had looked better on the hanger. "And what gave you the crazy idea to move into our room?"

"Nothing wrong with cartoon fish. I'm quite fond of Charlie from the Starkist Tuna commercials," Marty replied. "I don't have his pajamas, but that's a lifestyle choice and I don't judge."

Janet glanced down again. "I don't think any of these are tuna," said Janet. "Possibly they're not even real species of fish."

"I'm didn't say you're wearing tuna. I'm saying Charlie was a tuna and a cartoon. Both cartoon.... Why are we having this conversation?"

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Sam, who had followed behind Marty, made a serious of hand motions to Janet that tried to convey "you're wearing cartoon fish" and "Marty's moving in" all at the same time.

She probably just looked like she was practicing for the mosh pit at the dance that night, though.

Janet gave Sam a really confused look that was not helped by the fact that she hadn't had coffee yet today.

Sam shrugged and grinned, leaning back against the doorframe to watch the show.

Janet was going to get Sam back for this. Somehow.

Possibly she'd bribe the chef into serving nothing but red Jell-o for the rest of the school year.

Camilla waddled into room carrying a small box of knitting supplies. Ignoring Marty, (Because she's good at that) she hopped up onto Janet's bed and started knitting a sweater for the girl in the funny shirt because she obviously was lacking clothes.

"What?" Janet went to shoo the chicken off her bed. "Off my bed! Off!" She'd planned on some quality sleeping time this morning and now she had to deal with muppet chickens instead?

"They do not pay me enough to deal with this without coffee," muttered Janet. Not that they were paying her. But for this, they should be, damn it.

"How the heck does your chicken knit without opposable thumbs, Marty?"

Camilla squawked at Janet and continued to knit on her bed.

"I have no idea how she knits. She just does. If you're nice to her she'll knit you some socks."

"Get off my bed!" exclaimed Janet. "There are two extra beds in the room that no one occupies! Or there's Marty's bed." She went to pick up Camilla and move her to Marty's bed.

"I don't need socks," said Janet. "What I need is your chicken out of my nice, warm bed!" Something occurred to her. "Do you have a litterbox or something for her?"

Camilla squawked at Janet and scurried out of her reach.

"Camilla? I know she's being rude, but maybe you should get off her bed," Marty said in a calm tone.

"Please," said Janet, trying not to think about how she's asking a Muppet chicken to stop knitting on her bed.

Camilla shot a look of disdain at Janet and hopped off the bed.

It's doubtful Janet's going to get a sweater now.

If Janet had known, she might have apologized. She didn't have that many sweaters. But she'd been surprised, and woken up, and she didn't have coffee. So right now, she didn't care.

Aeryn was really going to be confused by the chicken.

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