"Oh, laundry...I think I misread my calender slightly."
To the Lamp Fish Horse, Tropes says "Hey! As mayor of Tropesburg, I consider cue jumping to be one of the gravest offences possible!"
Semain Calm
Knife faces the alien pony thing. "Hey, make sure to put that on the Umbrella setting. Also, hey! What is your name? Did you just move in as well?"
She faces Bob. "Oh yeah, I just moved into your apartment. Filled out a flier and everything. I am guessing you are the demonic gun skeleton Bob?"
Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Jul 16th 2020 at 7:46:05 AM
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
The door slowly creaks open again, and in stumbles Kafka. He looks like a mess... well, even more like a mess than usual, anyway. His fur is matted and covered in dirt, his clothes are stained with all sorts of horrible-looking things, and his eyes are manic and bloodshot.
Slowly, the fox eyes up all of the other Tropers in turn. That he's not seen Cutbug before does not seem to register right now.
"Tell me." His tone is soft, yet dangerous. "Who took my car last night?"
be nice to benjamin it's not his fault he got beat up by a microbe
the cake is an alternative fact
I point to Knife immediately.
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster
sick down from the bones to the other side
[The alien flinches a little and looks at Tropes.]
"A-aaiiee! Sorry, I—I should've known better!"
[It then looks at Knife and nods.] "Yeah, I'm new here. My name's—" [And here it lets out an incoherent string of alien gibberish.] "—but you can call me Cutbug for short."
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
Well, it’s a badger, that’s for sure
“No, that’s the devout pacifist angler fish Susan who we have living with us. It’s a common mistake to make.”
Huzzah
Not a guy anymore, ignore the name
Bob sighs.
"A bit of an oversimplification, but yes."
Enough death. Enough life.
Forever a hoopy food
(Chey and Ford come into the laundry room. Chey was carrying two sacks of laundry while Ford carried the laundry detergent, fabric softener, and dryer sheets. Ford sits them all down somewhere, kisses Chey goodbye, and heads out.)
"Ahhh, nothing like the sweet smells of stinky laundry and flower scented detergent."
Semain Calm
"Relax, Kafka. I left your car out on the intersection of Broadway and Tornado Alley. It's perfectly safe. Nothing happened to it."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
Well, it’s a badger, that’s for sure
“Reminds me of College.”
Huzzah
"As it turns out, "indecent exposure" is illegal."
Enter Playing, completely naked from head to toe.
"And so is murder."
Playing eres Knife suspiciously.
the cake is an alternative fact
"Oh my god Playing put on some fucking clothes."
I toss a dirty T-shirt at him.
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster
"What about it reminds you of Coolidge, Taco?"
sick down from the bones to the other side
[Cutbug is just sort of fiddling with the washing machine trying to find the umbrella setting.] "Hey, uh, anyone know where I can find some laundry detergent?"
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
Semain Calm
Knife looks at Cutbug. "Hey! My name is Madame Butterfly Knife, but I go by Knife. The naked man is Playing. I do not think he is usually like this, but I have only known him for a week, so. Here's some detergent."
Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Jul 16th 2020 at 7:53:50 AM
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
Not a guy anymore, ignore the name
Bob glances in Playing's direction, takes his head off, and shoves it into his basket.
"No, thank you."
Enough death. Enough life.
Forever a hoopy food
"OH, DEAR RASSILON!"
(Chey opens one of the bags, takes one of Ford's dirty outfits out, and throws it at Playing. Chey then hears what CutBug said.)
"Wanna use some of mine?"
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Jul 16th 2020 at 4:54:46 AM
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."
"Thanks, Afters the doppelgänger."
Playing puts on the dirty shirt and the dirty outfit.
"This shirt is dirty! We really to go the laundromat. And that church 5 miles away from here.''
Edited by Playing_with_boy on Jul 16th 2020 at 4:54:34 AM
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"Thanks. Nice to meet you, by the way, Knife! And the rest of you too, but Knife's just the one who introduced herself to me, so..." [They put the laundry detergent in the machine.]
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
the cake is an alternative fact
"I'm not a doppelganger! If I were, would I hire you as my lawyer?"
"... Also we are in the laundromant, Playing."
Edited by Afterwards on Jul 16th 2020 at 4:55:56 AM
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster
"It doesn't matter! I'm still gonna be your lawyer, doppelgänger or not! Also, I'm coming!"
Playing arrives at the laundromat.
Edited by Playing_with_boy on Jul 16th 2020 at 4:56:32 AM
Semain Calm
"Oh, I forgot to mention Cutbug! The detergent I gave you was this experimental/i-do-not-want-to-go-out-and-buy-tide-pods thing I made. It's supposed to counteract tears, rips, and stuff like that."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
Forever a hoopy food
"Aw, smeg, where are my manners? My name is Chey."
(Chey then sticks her hand out towards CutBug)
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I sigh, turning away from Playing.
"Anyways, it's nice to meet you too, uh.. Cutbug, was it? How long have you been living here?"
I try to make conversation as I pour an unnecessarily large amount of detergent onto my laundry.
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster
Bob glances between Knife and the new creature.
"What the hell did I miss? I was gone for like two days."
Enough death. Enough life.