Laundry Room: Evening

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty is currently arguing with an inanimate object.

He's not winning.

"I've given you quarters! I've cleaned the lint trap! Now give me my socks damn it!"

*struggles with door*

"That's it. I'm getting my cricket bat."

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia tucked her mallet into her waistband and edged the corner of the counter. "Distract away."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty jumped on the table and start screaming obscenities to the dryer.

He's quite good at it.

There might be some gestures that should be noted in a public forum.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia darted out from behind the counter and, keeping low, headed straight for the drier, while it was . . . looking at Marty?

Her plan sucked.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty was now hooting and hopping around on the table and shouting obscene things about the dryer's heating element.

[nadiathesaint]

A few more laundry machines opened up and fired tshirts and socks at Marty.

[nadiathesaint]

Okay, maybe this would work. Nadia crawled over to the back of the bank of machines, spotting the power chord.

Score!

She reached out and grabbed the chord, intent on yanking it out.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

She went flying back across the room and landed on her back.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The shirts wrap around Marty's head blinding him and he falls off the table on his head.

"Not funny!"

[nadiathesaint]

. . .

*mechanical smirk*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty throws a bottle of bleach at the dryer. "Take that you inferior machine with a small load capacity!"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sat up. Her hair was sticking out at every angle.

"You tell it."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Your lint trap is ineffective and your wrinkle free setting is misleading!" Marty said jumping down and running towards the dryer, the bat held high up for a bashing swing.

[nadiathesaint]

Lint traps ineffective, huh?

We'll see about that.

All the machines simultaneously open their lint traps and fling their excess lint straight at Marty's face.

There's probably bits of other things, like coins and lighters and pens and such, mixed up in there as well.

These kids never empty their pockets.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Ow! Damn it! Run! Run!" Marty said flailing his arms around. "It's lint! It's lint!"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's eyes went wide at the clumps of lint flying through the air.

At Marty. Not at her. She gritted her teeth and dashed forward, mallet raised, a wordless Amazon war cry on her lips.

The machine nearest her clicked, swung its door open, and suddenly she was on the floor again, a large pile of laundry on her head.

"I think maybe we should leave this up to the administration."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Two of the washers begin spraying Marty with fabric softener.

"Gah! It's Downy! Run! Run!" Marty said taking off for the door.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shoves clothing off her face, and recognizes one piece, which she grabs as she jumps up and dashes after him.

[nadiathesaint]

The laundry room once again fell silent. The floor was now covered in clothing, quarters, lint, and fabric softener.

The silence is broken briefly by a cold, mechanical chuckle.