Third Floor Common Room; Late Saturday Afternoon.

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Chad didn't exactly particularly want to go to the common room right now. He kind of wanted to stay in his room, where he had noticed that there were things cleaning. It was very nice of those things, really, to be cleaning his room for him, but he felt bad, just sitting there with his guitar as they cleaned, and so he tried to help them out.

They ended up chasing him out of the room instead, seemingly not being in the slightest bit interested in his help. He supposed magical scrubs and brooms and brushes didn't need his help, but it felt kind of rude of them to exclude him like that. It was his room after all.

Still, he relocate to the common room with minor mutterings, Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder as usual, and tried to think of what he could do in there. He discovered more cleaning things...cleaning in here, too. He hoped maybe these ones, especially since, with the kitchenette, they would be a little more likely to let Chad help, but they seemed pretty against the idea, too. Frowning at them, Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro decided if that they couldn't help by cleaning...they would help by giving the supplies things to clean.

So if anyone asked why Chad and his cat were going around, making messes on the counters or upturning couch cushions onto the floor, that was the reason why.

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[gobrookeyourself]

After leaving her room to be scrubbed down, Brooke was more than happy to get a couple floors away. However, when she got to the third floor common room, she noted, "You dropped something."

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Chad, who had, much to Prince Oscar Pedro's annoyance, been scattering pillows a bit too closely to the kitten for the kitten's comfort, straightened a little at the sound of Brooke's voice and regarded her with a bit of confusion at first. Then, glancing around, he realized what she might have meant and shrugged. "Don't worry," he told her, "either the dustpan or the broom with the arms'll get to it eventually."

[gobrookeyourself]

"So it's not just me!" she said, with a note of ha! to her voice. "They got you too, huh?"

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"Yup," Chad grunted, frowning at the scrub brushes going to work on the eggs he'd smashed, after Prince Oscar Pedro tried to smash them, but only ended up rolling them around a bit. "None of 'em would let me help, though, so I thought I'd help in a way they couldn't argue with, by givin' them more to do."

[gobrookeyourself]

"That's pretty ingenious," Brooke decided. "I mean, I'd hate to see what they're like when they get bored, you know? Need help?"

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"Sure," Chad nodded, flinging another cushion across the room. "These guys are good, so the more hands making a mess, the better. Maybe they'll even feel challenged."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Okay." She looked around the room for something she could do that would challenge the cleaners without getting anything on herself. So she filled a glass with water and promptly dumped it on the floor.

"Ooh, I think that's a hazard," she reconsidered too late.

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Chad eyes the wet spot on the floor with a frown, as if he didn't understand what she meant at first, and then shrugged. "We can warn anyone about it if they come in bef--"

He stopped, blinking, as a mop had already scurried over to start soaking it up. He shrugged again. "See? Already being taken care of. Told you there were good."

[gobrookeyourself]

Staring after the mop, she asked, "Is it me, or has this week just been weird, even for here?" And then she dropped the cup, just to see what would happen. As it was only plastic, it got swept away.

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As Chad knelt down beside a scattered cushion to help Prince Oscar Pedro beat all the dust out of it and send up a bunch of clouds to eventually settle, he looked...well, he looked as he always looked, but there was a slight tilt to his head to denote thoughtfulness. Finally, he seemed to shrug with a conclusion, "Haven't really noticed. But I've been here a lot longer, so maybe I just don't notice anymore."

[gobrookeyourself]

"If there comes a day I start to not notice, I think I need to transfer to a new school," Brooke said thoughtfully, trying to step over a rag that was intent on polishing her shoe. "Do you mind, I'm wearing that," she told it.

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"It just wants to make sure you look your best," Chad said, sympathizing with the cute rag, although part of it might have been out of feeling bad that, back in his room, a few brushes had tried to take to his hair, and actually had to just give up. He frowned, slightly, as Prince Oscar Pedro jumped back and hissed at a scrub brush that started to think of paying attention to him now, too. "You don't think I should be worried, do you?" he asked, warily watching the brush and his cat. "That all this just seems so....normal?"

[gobrookeyourself]

Yes, she did. "I think it means you've been here a while," she said diplomatically.

Watching a pair of sponges get to work on the sink, Brooke said, "I'd sit back and let them have at it if I didn't think they'd start trying to sweep me away."

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"Only if they thought you were in the way, I'd think," Chad offered, congenially, although he had to admit, his attention was almost entirely devoted to the building showdown between his hairless kitten and that soaping scrub brush.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved at Brooke, and greeted her with a cheerful "Are you Jaina or the other one?"

Hey, it was important to know.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"...What are you DOING???" Sokka asked, peering in the doorway.

Of course, one might have asked him the same question, since there was a dirty paper towel attempting to clean his head.

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"Making a mess," Chad said, blinking at Sokka from behind his hair with a tone that suggested that it was pretty evident, especially as threw all the change that was hidden under the couch cushions onto the floor with a massive sweep of his arm. "'Cause they won't let me help them clean."

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Sokka grinned. "Now THAT sounds like fun!"

He rummaged round the kitchen area and came up with a bag of flour, which he started throwing around in small handfuls.

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The cleaning supplies seemed to be in a bit of a scramble, not entirely sure what to do with the increased surge in a mess, but trying hard to make up for it and abolish it. Chad, meanwhile, gave Sokka an approving nod, and then went to make sure that all the furniture was sitting at crooked angles.

He couldn't help notice that Sokka's messes were probably going to be a lot messier than Chad's messes, which were good. Maybe then the supplies would let him help.

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"Now I'm confused again," Sokka said, still tossing flour about. "Why'd you stop making a mess and start playing with the furniture?"

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"They don't like the furniture being unstraightened," Chad explained, right as a broom very futilely tried to shove him aside to get to the chair and crankily put it back the way it was a second ago.

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Sokka raised an eyebrow. "Weelllllll... Okay, but it doesn't really count as a mess, does it?"

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Chad rubbed the back of his neck, frowning as the broom struggled to actually move the chair. He went to go help, and it whacked his knuckles with its handle. He sucked in a breath, shaking his hand. "To them, I guess it does. An' I was smashing eggs earlier. But I ran out of eggs."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded. "Very good for messes, eggs. They seem to have cleaned them all up already, though. We'll need more."

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"They're really good," Chad said, although the broom was still having trouble with the chair. Still feeling a bit sore about the smack on his knuckles, Chad decided to take the cushion off the chair again and throw it, just to annoy the broom.