Hallway outside room 507, Wednesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stumbled back up to her room, her face scratched, her hair sticking out in every direction, fabric softener coating one of her shoulders. She had her mallet clutched in one hand, and a clean, albeit wrinkled and somewhat linty piece of clothing clutched in the other.

She fought the laundry machines and the laundry machines won.

And her door was closed. The book she'd used to try to prop it open was gone probably carried off by pirats.

She thunked her head against it and sang a very unenthusiastic chorus of "you are my sunshine".

It didn't open.

She sighed and slid to the floor.

Well, at least she'd had fun with Blair earlier and finished her paper.

[ooc: now with laziest link drop, ever!]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was unaware of the fact that Pup was in the cutely mauling Pip. He thought he'd come up to visit with Nadia. He had a legitimate excuse reason, didn't he?

He hadn't exected to see her sitting in the hall.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hi Walter," Nadia smiled tiredly at him. "I got one of your thingies back." She held up the clothing in her hand.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He took the rumpled article of clothing. A clean waistcoat was a start.

"What did you get in a fight with?" He asked, indicating the lint and fabric softener and her general frazzled appearance.

[nadiathesaint]

"The laundry machines," Nadia shrugged. "They won."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You got in a fight with the laundry machines over my waistcoat? I'm honored." Walter knelt next to her and plucked some lint out of her hair. lintmodder! "And now you can't get into your room?"

[nadiathesaint]

"It wants me to sing a happy song." Nadia smiled slightly, because, dude, Walter. "Only in Fandom, right?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter smiled and offered a hand to help her stand up. "I can either subject you to my singing, or you can come get cleaned up in my room."

[nadiathesaint]

Decisions, decisions. "Maybe Furrball can sing?" She took his hand and pulled herself up.

OMG, she was tired. She'd gotten electrocuted. But, dude, Walter. "Your room works, if you have a shirt or something I can borrow." She wiped at the fabric softener on her shoulder.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I have a couple of t-shirts. Come on (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/20192.html). You don't have to sing to the door and I have a private bathroom."