First floor, Friday afternoon after the assembly

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After the joy that was a lecture on drugs from Fandom High teachers, Dinah headed back to the dorm and played video games in the Rec Room for a while, considering another assault on the laundry machines.

She paused outside the door that lead to the Laundry Room for a second, then just settled for yelling, "This isn't over!" in its general direction.

Two more steps, and the washers had their comeback, as hoodie, t-shirt, pajama pants, boots, coat and long underwear vanished.

"Eeeep!"


[ooc: for a couple people in particular... and Arthur's thread and what follows is the last.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah made an inarticulate noise of sheer disbelief. Then whapped his bicep -- the uninjured one-- and said, "Arthur Pendragon, you are a huge, huge, pompous-- something! God! Prince!" She rubbed her own arms and then started to march toward the staircase. "Stupid washing machines. Nnnnngggh!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Which, of course, would be when Merlin happened upon the scene. "...Dinah, why are you wearing Arthur's shirt?"

He knew that shirt. He washed that shirt.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the back of her brain was a howl of noooooooo!

Dinah forced herself to turn around, just to confirm the horrible, awful, mortifying fact. "Hi, Merlin." The shirt tried to slip off her shoulder again, and she yanked it back. Which made it gape in front, showing off the camisole. And that lead to facepalming. "Uh."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just sort of stared awkwardly. And glanced over toward Arthur as if to confirm some sort of horrible truth of the situation.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"My clothes evaporated." Dinah wondered if Merlin knew that word. "Disappeared. Just poof. Gone. I don't know where or how or but I think the washers are getting really aggressive, and Priestly didn't have a shirt, or pants..."

Somewhere, Helena was feeling the urge to shake someone. She had no idea why.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Just-- poof?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah glared at Arthur, who was not helping or saying anything, and hello, that meant noticing that he was shirtless, and that she was looking at a shirtless hot guy in front of Merlin and this was just....

"Not even poof! One second here, one second gone! No warning! Arthur was just being..." Nice? Uh, no. "Chivalrous."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur. Was being chivalrous." Merlin did not sound as though he believed it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well what else would you call it?" Dinah demanded, voice swirling upward. "I'll give it back! You can wash it! It'll be fine! I'm not going to break the shirt between here and my room where I will be hiding forever!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't know!" Merlin said, ducking back a little. "Was there some sort of magic involved?"

Oh god, please let it be magic.

[bitchprince]

There was only so much pointless warbling that Arthur could take. "Merlin," he interrupted, "Stop blithering like a fool and get me another bloody shirt." It was drafty!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...alright." Merlin just gave him a look and turned around to head back up the stairs to do just that. Because, really, he did not want to know.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah turned to follow Merlin up the stairs, hissing behind her, "Big help you were," at Arthur.

God, just let her get to her room, and she'll never leave it again.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, reaching to finangle his arm back into the sling. See if he ever assist her again.

Perhaps Leto had been right about the washing machines.