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Who: Denzel, Open
When: All week day and night
Where: Running around the Bubble
Status: Open!

Denzel was surprised to see that there was a fairy floating near him. Out of compulsion tries to grab the fairy with his hands. Granted he had to admit to himself this fairy was rather strange looking but none less maybe was powerful. Crocker lungs again but misses, "Drat!" Only to notice the fae to appear not far from him. Grabbing a rather strange looking mechanical net chases the fairy out of his house like a dog after it's own tail. "STOP MOCKING ME!" In spite tries even harder to catch the fairy and this continues on and on.

[Evening]

"This place is showing holiday spirit. I should go in the bushes with the garden hose. Hello, spider friend." Letting the insert crawl all over him. "Gah! A black cat!" Denzel runs in the opposite direction and stops to catch his breath, "Oh, well. Not like things can get any worse. Didn't cross my path after all."
There's a pause as Crocker stares and watches that fairy glow and melt in front of him, "NO! NOT THE FAIRY!"
Falling to his knees in over over dramatics and then looks up speaks in absolute insanity terror, "No, no. How did you find me?!"

Denzel runs, runs like his life depends on it and cowers in a corner, "I think I lost them..."

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"...Are you always this excitable?"

Washu stands there with her own strange fairy floating beside her. For the most part, she's ignoring it while her computer is running scans on the little creature.

"Or is this a special occasion."

Denzel for another moment or two continues to be a dog chasing his tail for that FAIRY!

Until, finally, he leans on the metal butterfly net as a cane to catch his breath, as he also rubs his back, "I'm getting too old for this." Which was truth he was after all, fifty - three and in really bad condition.

At the question Crocker looks over, peering from behind his lenses, "I'm trying to catch that fairy! That is taunting me."

Which is was. In plain view and hovering around the man, "These fairies are worse than those - FAIRY GODPARENTS!" Doing his amazing spazz of three, "Back home." At least those where hiding from him.

"What are you doing with that holographic computer?" At least it looked like a holographic computer.

"....They can't that hard to catch."

At least, she didn't think so but then again she had yet to really approach hers. The bubble around it was part of her computer scanning the creature and would disappear once the scan was done.

"Simple, I'm scanning the creature for data. What else would I be doing?"

Edited 2012-10-31 17:58 (UTC)

Denzel gives her a rather twisted face in annoyance, "Let's see you try."

There's a beat, "Well -" She did have a point though Crocker seems to be eyeing her wondering how much of a scientist she is, "And your data?"

"... It's not done scanning yet."

Washu was not about to admit that her scans weren't revealing much of anything on the creatures other then ruling out what they weren't.

Crocker squints his eyes at Washu's screen. Which all the words where in complete jibberish.

"Well, when it does stop scanning I'd be interested in what 'results' you attain."

Adding on a bit of evil chuckle, "But I'm telling you. It's magic! MAGIC I SAY! MAGIC!"

Pointing at her with a long disguisting finger nail and crazed look in his eyes.

"Magic does not exist."

She rolls her eyes a little as he attempts an evil chuckle. Though the finger pointed at her does draw her attention and wrinkles her nose a bit. "Aaand you don't have the best hygiene do you."

Crocker shoots Washu such a glare, with a shimmering anime evil nerd glasses look.

With a pause, "And this is any of your business, how?" At the very least he bathes and shaves his five o clock shadow beyond that however...

....The rest should never be optional. Washu frowns a little, hands resting on her hips. He's about to get lectured by a child looking being.

"Simple, if you're going to make a decent scientific argument with me, it helps that you don't look like someone that crawls out of a dank basement."

"Well...." He did after all back home spend an awful amount time in his secert lab beneath the school and now in the basement of his new home. Not that he really cared on how his appearance was, wasn't trying to show his peacock feathers so to speak.

"I thought so. If you want to be taken seriously at all, you might want to pay more attention to your body."

Does she care if she's right? Of course and seeing that she is, she's going to exploit that.

"So~. Lets get you cleaned up. Then you can try to convince me otherwise."

"Wait what?! Oh no." Waving a finger with a long finger nail, "I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me off track. Clever quite clever. Good try. I respect that." In other words, what Washu said progressed diffrently then what she had meant, considering if you want someone to look at your body. That usually means ruffling your peacock feathers and not having people be afraid of you because of your good looking body... At least from Crocker's perspective and quite frankly didn't want anyone looking at his body.

Edited 2012-11-19 02:57 (UTC)

Washu just raises an eyebrow. Well he was right, she was trying to distract him. But, she was also attempting to help this poor delusional human.

Besides, the scariest men she knew took care of themselves better then he did. She sighs a bit. "Clever huh? You're not really listening are you."

She takes a few steps forward, suddenly takes her adult size and grabs him by the ear. "Follow me please. I'm serious. If you want to be taken seriously you need to be impressive. Not creepy."

Aaand.. she may just be dragging by the the ear through the nearest doorway and back to her own home.

Edited 2012-11-19 03:05 (UTC)

Denzel wide eyes at Washu not from what she was saying more from her sudden transformation, "Did you just change?! Yes, you did!"

Before gahhing many times over, "Not creepy?!" He felt insulted, "I have a hunch on my back, greasy hair, crook teeth and longer finger nails and a bit of a strange nose." How could she say that wasn't creepy?!

"NOOOO! The fairy!" Reaching out towards his only to see that it's... "Following me?!" There's a beat, "Peculiar." Though maybe it was mocking him?

"Did that doorway just pop out of thin air?! IT DID!"

Crocker continues to squim all the way to Washu's house flapping his free hand in a nerdy limp way.

Very sadly, it was easy to pull Mr. Crocker along, even by just the ear. Man needs to eat more.

"That's not creepy, that's poor hygene and improper medical care."

Both of which she could try and fix with the right tools, though doubtful she could accomplish that here. Still, she could do what she could for this strange little man.

This... strange light little man. So, apparently he needed to eat more as well. Wonderful, it looks like she found herself a project to keep herself occupied.

"Yes, I did change and yes the door just appeared. You could say its a talent of mine."

And only the tip of the metaphorical iceberg of what Washu could do. Really this place. You would think they've never seen a Genius before. Once they got to her home, she's wasting no time heading for her bathroom with him still in tow.

The fairy continues to follow him, "STOP MOCKING ME!" Denzel yells out to the fairy.

Dropping his metal butterfly net, Crocker tries clinging to the wall corners, "LET ME GO!"

Though it could be worse, she could be touching any place else besides his ear.

Washu rolled her eyes a bit before prying him off the wall corner. "I have a daughter that's more of a challenge then you."

At least Ryoko put up more of a fight. Once she got him off the wall, she threw him into the bathtub and materialized a bucket of warm soapy water above his head and dumped it on him. Next she hands him several wash cloths and soap.

"I'll be right out side the door. Make sure to wash your hair and scrub under your nails. We'll cut those once you're done."

Denzel clings on for dear life but apparently wasn't enough as his long nails make marks along her walls, "No. NO!" His screams sounding more like sexual harassment is happening then being force given a bath, "Then go clean her up and leave me alone!"

Before being tossed in, "OW!" That smarted a bit, "GAH! What are you trying to do?! Blind me even more then I already am?!" In other words, he got soap in his eyes, which he proceeds to wash out by feeling. With the soapy water drenching Denzel in his clothes, one could see right though that white shirt he wore as the shirt is not only transparent but also sticking like another layer of skin. White clothing and water are a bad mix.

"My loafers!"

He pauses eyeing around, "No window... No vent..." Oh fudge. "And what do you expect me to do?! Take a bath in my clothes?!" Even for him thats absurd.

"No, I expect you to remove them like any sane person." She's taking the meaning of 'sane' at liberty here. Still, she's smiling.

"Besides~, Ryoko isn't here so I can't do your lovely suggestion. Which means all my attention is on you."

Sorry Denzel, there is no escape from this little personal hell of yours. Washu accomplishes everything she puts her mind to and right now that is fixing him. "Loafers are easy enough to replace so don't worry about it. Now wash."

Crocker grumbles, "Well I can't wait till you find someone else." Picking his mind, there wasn't a chance of escape. Nor was there a way to fake clean his hair or fingernails. But it wasn't like Washu could force Denzel to always wash those for now on, right?

Before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, peeling that off. Revealing a very boney structure, where one can make the outlines of his ribcage and Dowager's hump, "Oh, perfect. Speaking of which that was sarcasm. My Rolex isn't ticking anymore." He could fix, it's just - "GAH!" Punching the wall in frustration and hurting himself as his teeth clench together.

There's a pause, "What are you staring at little fairy?" Which then proceeds to sound like a dog chasing it's own tail in the bathtub for a few minutes.
Loosens the tie. Before standing up and peeling off his pants and heart printed boxers and shoes and finally tossing the socks, everything soaking wet, onto the bathroom floor.

In a Scooge like manner, sits there and washes himself. Rinses and dries. Keeping the towels tightly wound around his wrist and upper body.

"Alright, I'm done."

Edited 2012-11-19 04:13 (UTC)

Washu's just sitting on a floating pillow outside the door and sipping tea while she waits. Of course she can see and hear everything that's going on. It's the miracle of hidden cameras after all~. What genius didn't have their house wired anyway?

She's eying the monitor and noting just how skinny and malnourished he really is and tsks softly. Yes, definitely a canidate for her special consideration. Now only if he was cuter. Oh well, you win some you loose some.

"Good then hand me your clothes and I'll dry them."

"Yeah. Yeah." As he gathers his clothes from the floor. Which everything was soaked to the point of dripping on it's own. Opening the door, he looks annoyed. Maybe because he was forced into a bath to wash his hair and fingernails or his loafers and watch ruined or was dragged somewhere against his will. Stop trying to change me woman!

At least the nighmare was over? As he hands her his clothes and shoes with his long, long nails and hairy arms. Keeping his torso and waist hidden.

"DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!"

She doesn't even pay attention as he shouts at her. Really, better people have tried to stop her and failed. He didn't stand a chance.

The moment she got a hold of his clothes, they were dry. Yes, even the loafers and they were fine. Next she fixes the watch with little issue before handing everything back to him.

"Good. Now go get dressed then we'll finish up."

Those nails were going to get cut even if she had to make the gravity around him denser just to hold him in place.

Denzel makes a face about the watch, "Hey! Hey!.... You know I was going to fix that."

Before a pause, "Finish up?!"

Looking rather alarmed and backing away.

"Yes, finish up~."

She glares at him a little, just daring him to run. Yes, this is the look of a disproving mother and one that she would probably be giving him a lot from now on.

"Your nails. Hand me your hand and it will be over soon."

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