Cotton Candy Creeper Moves In

[scienceshow]

Who: Szayel and everyone
Where: Patchwork Laboratory
When: August 6th
Style: Starting prose, but I'll match you.
Warnings: Szayel's a jerk... but that's about it right now.
Status: WIDE OPEN

Szayel had been rather absent from the center of attention that he always enjoyed, though it was out of necessity, of course. It hadn't taken long for him to find acceptable residence in the city -- the laboratory he now claimed as home was perfect for his perfection, of course. He could even deal with the outward "patchwork" image of the exterior; but the interior? That looked like it had been decorated by his boar of a brother, it was that disgusting.

Which was why, if an individual happened to pass by the Patchwork Laboratory, they would be able to see Szayel huffing and puffing, trying to push in an ornate dresser through the door. Unfortunately, it was just ever so slightly too big for the door way, and both the frame and the dresser were creaking in protest from the abuse. Szayel's feet kept slipping on the pavement in his effort, damn near coming close to falling over more than once. He was swearing up a storm before long, looking like he was going to smash the damn dresser after a few minutes of this.

Clearly, he needs to be bothered. Enjoy.

Comments

{Action}

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

Jade is exploring when he stumbles on the scene. He remembered Szayel when the odd man first appeared.

"I think you've misjudged the size." Judging by how wide the dresser was and about an inch of difference making it impossible.

[scienceshow]

Szayel finally stopped his frantic shoving, bending over so his butt was pressed up against the dresser with his hands on his thighs.

"My calculations on the angle in which to push the dresser into the door were accurate. The damn thing is just being stubborn."

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

"There is an entire inch too small on the doorframe, if I'm judging correctly. Might there be a loading bay you can make use of?"

Jade tapped his finger to his chin. He had nothing better to do and Peony wasn't bound to wake up anytime soon as far as he knew.

[scienceshow]

Szayel let out an irritable noise. There was no way his calculations had been that far off; he was perfect, of course! His calculations were never wrong. Finally, he let out a sigh, pointing toward the back.

"There is, but the control mechanism is entirely rusted. I will need to replace the entire thing."

I almost wrote 'Jack it up'

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

"Hm. did you try to use a jack to force it up?"

//evilsmirk

[scienceshow]

"I have no need for a jack," Szayel replied dryly. Cut him a break, seriously... "But yes, I did try to force it up."

sadfgh

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

"Hm. I can take a look at the mechanism. If anything, two minds working at it can get it undone faster."

Hey, Jade's offering help, he never does this.

//evillaugh

[scienceshow]

Szayel paused, raising an eyebrow at Jade. He wasn't entirely sure how to react to the other scientist's offered help, or if he even wanted it. His pride didn't want to allow it.

"...very well," he finally said. He turned toward the dresser, grabbing it and pulling it away from the door, lifting it up and settling it on the ground outside the lab as if it were made of paper.

[behind_my_smile]

Fai watched all of this for a few minutes, curious as to whether the man would actually be able to make the piece of furniture fit. It was clearly not going anywhere and chances were the item was going to end up broken or at least not looking very good, should he somehow manage to squeeze it through the door.

Finally deciding to offer some help he walked up and gave the man a smile, "Have you tried removing the door from the frame to give yourself a couple more inches?"

[scienceshow]

Szayel grunted, pausing when this person just... randomly decided to speak with him. He supposed he should have expected it; he was probably making much of a scene.

"My calculations indicate that the angle I have the dresser at should allow it to pass through with minimal difficulty," he explained. "Obviously, the dresser is being stubborn."

[behind_my_smile]

"Ah, is that so? I didn't realize dressers had the ability to be stubborn. I thought that was a more human based trait. Perhaps it decided to swell just so it could give you a hard time. What a smart dresser you have found!"

Fai couldn't help but tease a little.

[scienceshow]

Szayel glared, the dresser creaking a bit as he almost let go of it in his exasperation. Do you see this face, Fai? This is the face of someone that would eat you if he didn't have something so heavy on his back.

[behind_my_smile]

"I'd offer to help you but I don't know what I could do to make the dresser unstubborn. Maybe you should redo your measurements and find another way." Fai clearly didn't see, or at least he didn't seem to care that he was being glared at.

[scienceshow]

This person clearly wanted to die. It was obvious, and Szayel would have been happy to oblige if he didn't have so much weight on his back.

"Unless you have more useless suggestions, perhaps you should find someone else to be irritating to," he snapped.

[behind_my_smile]

"Ah but see, there isn't anyone else around to be irritating to! If there was someone else around, you would have had the option of having help putting that inside." Fai clearly could have left the man alone but once he starts..he has a hard time just dropping things and moving on. Besides..he would help the man if he asked for it.

"You clearly aren't going to get anywhere by continuing to push like that. You'll only get it stuck, or get yourself hurt. So wouldn't it be better to start over?"

action;

[lamorteblanc]

[ He hadn't passed the Patchwork Laboratory in quite some time. There simply was no need to. Sure, it had been some time since Stein was in Vatheon which would account for Muraki's surprise at there suddenly being someone moving into the place.

So he'll watch a little. Never really one for manual labor. ]

Thinking to move in?

[scienceshow]

[Szayel paused, glancing at the individual's direction. Go ahead, just stand there and watch him in his struggles. Jerk.]

In the process of doing so, though obviously it is not without difficulty.

[lamorteblanc]

[ He isn't really a jerk. It's just that these hands were not made for moving furniture. After all, he was quite the bocchama back home. ]

Evidently so. Perhaps you've underestimated the size of the door.

[ Dammit Stein why such small doors? ]

[shotarcana]

[...whoa. Protag sidequest time.]

...It looks like you could use a hand there.

[scienceshow]

[Szayel paused, with the dresser leaning heavily on his back only making his lineface expression all the more lineface-ish.]

Really? Whatever made you come to that conclusion?

[shotarcana]

Generally how exhausted you look without anything to show for it.

It's really not gonna fit that way, you know.

[scienceshow]

[Szayel gave the dresser a shove, only to get a groan out of it, as if the dresser itself said, "N O P E !", before letting out an exasperated noise.]

My, you are the observant one. Perhaps, then, you'd like to find a solution to this problem?

[shotarcana]

Well, you could try turning it diagonally. I hear that works sometimes. Though it's pretty thick overall. You might just have to get a new dresser.

[scienceshow]

What do you think I've been trying to do? And I will not get a new dresser; it took me a sizable length of time to find one that was merely 'adequate'.

[shotarcana]

Well, this one isn't really adequate if you can't put it through the door.