Second floor common room, midday Sunday

[sooo_cute]

Quinn is not going to stay on a floor that been blowed up and looks like it's been blowed up. Therefore, we're repainting.

The Muppet chickens have set to work on cleaning the walls because I like godmodding chickens, and Quinn's wearing her cutest old clothes. There are several gallons of primer set out, and since the furniture's ruined, why bother with a dropcloth? There are several paintbrushes and rollers that were found, and everything's set up. The paint will have to wait until the primer's up. Because, explodey.

Clean up your common room, people.

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[sooo_cute]

"Wait right here," she says, because makeup is better than painting.

A minute later, she's come back from her room to hand Angela three tubes. "Practice," she advises.

[chasingangela]

"I can put on lipstick!," Angela says, a little insulted.

Then she remembers this girl she hardly knows at all is doing her a favor and sticks the tubes in her hip pocket. "I mean, I'll check it out. So what happened to wreck this room, anyhow?"

[sooo_cute]

Quinn shrugs. "I have no idea. I'm taking it as an opportunity to give the room some class, though."

[chasingangela]

"Cool," Angela says. "Place was kind of a heap, before. Anything I can do to help?"

[sooo_cute]

"I think that corner-" points "-is about dry, if you want to start with the real paint."

[chasingangela]

Angela makes an ick, work kind of face, then nods and goes off to paint, armed with a can odf the dark red paint and a roller.

"No problem."