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First floor, Friday afternoon after the assembly

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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Arthur was headed back up after his rather interesting turn at the range. He was wondering about Leto's claims once more, and while it really had been a ridiculous claim, his worries were a bit... well, catching.

Not that Arthur needed any more of those.

It is with this in mind that he almost marched straight past Dinah. But in a moment, that had changed, as he stopped, stared, and said, "...Where are your clothes?"

He had such a brilliant grasp of the obvious. And of chivalry.

"I don't. Know!" Dinah flailed, trying to look nonchalant, looking around desperately for a pillow. A potted plant. A great big fan, whatever. "I just, I was here, and I had them on, and then they were gone, and--"

She ducked around behind the piano. Which at least covered up the star-spangled panties, arms folded across her chest. "Hey, Arthur."

Total aplomb. Aside from the tomato-red face. Yup.

He remained rooted to the spot, staring. "What?" Arthur repeated, his voice achieving a sort of flustered amusement as several impulses, including several that involved caustic commentary, flitted through his mind all at once. "...Dinah?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, and finally began to regain some grasp on things.

Dinah briefly considered denying it. He might believe her. Maybe?

"Uh-hunh," escaped her before she thought about it, though.

Oh. Just. Perfect.

"Why is there never a supervillain when you want one?" Dinah muttered, slumping over the piano and putting her head down on the lid. Of all the people in all the world, there was a short short list of those who she'd like less to see her at this kind of disadvantage. Plus, she was starting to shiver.

"Why? Why?" she yelled down the hallway, then tried to hide behind the piano again.

"I'm sorry," he said, placing his usable hand on his hip, "Are you naked behind there?" It seemed that 'caustic' seemed a real option right now. Somewhere, there was a woman called Morgana cursing his name in prathood.

That wasn't to say Arthur wasn't concerned, but that would take a moment.

Which was enough to appall her into taking a step away from the piano, hands on hips in an unconscious superhero pose. "I am not naked! I'm wearing my Wonder Woman underwear! It's perfectly decent! Covers everything it has to!"

...Oh, God. If there was a red beyond infrared, Dinah's face was glowing that color right now.

"So. Um. I'll just be." She looked up at the stairs giong to her room. Two floors up. Half a hallway down. "Going...." To hide under her bed until graduation, thanks.

The sound of a light chuckle might have drifted her way.

The next minute, Arthur had deftly stripped off his sling, and after that, his shirt. He shoved it at her, wordlessly. "No need to throw yourself at me."

The collision between "What?!" and "OhGodthankyou" in Dinah's head came out of her mouth as "Wha-thanks--what?"

Which didn't stop her from grabbing the shirt, and pulling it on as fast as she could. It kept wanting to slip off her shoulders, and hit her about mid-thigh. But way, way better than it had been.

"Really," Arthur said, bowing his head in still-readily apparent amusement, "No need."

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!"

Edited 2009-01-16 19:27 (UTC)

Some time in the midst of Dinah's complete embarrassment, a pale, shivery, almost-completely-naked Priestly ran through the lobby, arms wrapped firmly around his chest, lips almost matching the blue of his hair, muttering "C-coldcoldcoldco-oldc-c-cold. . . ." as he went.

[ooc: post buzzed with permission]

Edited 2009-01-16 20:03 (UTC)

"Priestly?" Dinah said, then slapped a hand over her mouth. Because she really didn't need any more embarassment.

Cute underwear!

Priestly skidded to a stop before his brain shook off the cold enough to go no, wait, don't stop, COLD AND NAKED GO GET DRESSED.

He blinked at Dinah, still shivering.

Then grinned like a moron. "Nice panties."

"Thanks," Dinah blurted, then put her hands over her face in some futile hope that if she couldn't see cute-shirtless-semi-naked Priestly, he couldn't see her. Ha. "Nice boxers."

Priestly didn't so much as nod as bob his whole body up and down in an automatic reaction to try to warm up. "Thanks." He pointed a shaky hand towards the doors, his brain still trying to get him moving up the stairs to at least find some pants. "It's-s f-freakin' c-cold out."

"Noticed that," Dinah said, her voice getting really high. Which made her think of his comment on Wednesday about his balls falling off, and God, she hated her brain, because that meant she had to peek again to check on him.

Ooo. "Umm. You should. I'm going to... you're gonna need..." Nice verbiage there too, Dinah.

Priestly didn't follow. He was too busy bouncing and mumbling "coldcoldcoldc-coldcold. . . ."

"Huh?"

"Clothes!" Dinah finally spit out, trying to keep her eyes above Priestly's chest-line. "So you aren't cold. And I'm not naked. Wait. I'm not naked. Wonder Woman undies, right. I... Oh, God."

Supervillains. Never here when you needed them.

Priestly blinked, pausing in his bouncing and shivering for just a second.

"That's what I was gonna do!" He pointed out. "But you were c-calling at me an' so I st-stopped. . . ."

"Sorry!" Dinah slapped her hands back over her eyes. "Go! Get those! Not wanting to distract you or keep you naked and I hope you get warmed up!"

So, she was lying a little. Like anyone was going to know?

Edited 2009-01-16 20:51 (UTC)

"'mnot naked," Priestly pointed out, a little bit petulantly.

Arguing was actually doing wonders for his body temperature already.

"Priestly!" Dinah almost wailed. "You're not naked but you're not clothed and neither am I!"

She took a breath, trying to be calm about this, but then started shivering too. "I just, can you, I..." She facepalmed at herself, and finally said, "I'll need to go upstairs. After you go. Okay?"

This would be nowhere near as bad if she didn't like Priestly and think he was cute and keep having stupid thoughts and oh God, why did she let Helena give her this underwear? Why? Why?

Edited 2009-01-16 21:02 (UTC)

"Why d'you. . . ?" You could almost see the moment that Priestly's brain clicked back on. "Crap! Sorry!"

And he bolted for the stairs.

Dinah facepalmed, took a deep breath, and almost had her dignity back... when Arthur walked into the Lobby. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1545653.html?thread=126595509#t126595509)

Whimper.

Edited 2009-01-16 21:08 (UTC)

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.

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."

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

"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.

"Just-- poof?"

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."

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

"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!"

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

Oh god, please let it be magic.

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!

"...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.

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.

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.

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