Wednesday Afternoon, Room 304

[chasingangela]

After a morning spent scraping gook out of the mini-fridge in the assistant's lounge, all Angela wants is a nice, hot shower. That, and possibly some time in a decontamination ward.

There isn't a decontamination ward on the floor, so she settles for the shower. Unfortunately, after she steps out of the shower, she's confronted by the pile of stuff she got at IKEA.

The bedspread is easy enough to put on the bed; so are the lamp and the new posters. But the bookshelf and the chair?

She hopes someone will help her put them together before she breaks either the furniture or herself.

[OOC: Her door is open. Come bug her.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty seems to have totally missed the double meaning and is busy putting together the bookshelf.

"Surprise you? Hmmm... I think I can manage that."

Marty snaps in a couple of parts and squishes his thumb.

"OW!"

[chasingangela]

"Oh, god, yours too?" Angela says, rushing over. "Let me look at it... I swear this stuff is posessed or something."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scowls a little. "This is what happens when you get furniture from Sweden. It turns on you."

[chasingangela]

Angela laughs. "Do you have past experience with the Swedish I should be aware of, or something?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty coughs a little and his face goes a little slack. "Nothing you want to know about," he says lightly.

[chasingangela]

"I always want to know," Angela says, equally lightly. "But I won't ask."

She works in silence for a few minutes, fussing with the cushion covers on her chair.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs quietly and snaps together a couple of more parts of the bookcase and tightens them with a screwdriver.

He stands it upright only for it to fall apart in front of him.

"This stuff just hates me. I know it."

[chasingangela]

"Be nice to it and maybe it won't," Angela says with a shrug. "Here, I'm pretty much done with the chair, maybe I should try this?"

She reassembles the pieces that fell apart and tightens all the screws. Unfortunately, positive energy either isn't enough or she doesn't have any, because it collapses for her, too.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scowls at the bookcase. "Okay... this the part of the building process where we have a hissy fit."

[chasingangela]

Angela grins, then drums her feet rapidly against the side of the bed. "Dammit. dammit. dammit. this sucks, this sucks, this sucks," she says., then looks at Marty.

"Do you think that's enough, or do I need to curse more or somethiong?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty cracked a smile. "Yes. Curse loudly and often. I think if you turn around three times and spit we'll have thoroughly cleansed the curse of the swedish."

[chasingangela]

Angela's eyes glimmer as she does precisely this. "Damn. Damn. Fuck it. DAMN," she recites as she turns, ending with a gob of spit.

She means to spit on the floor, but it ends up hitting Marty's shoe. She instantly goes bright red. "I didn't mean to ... let me get you a Kleenex."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty dies laughing. He isn't sure whether it's Angela swearing, spinning or spitting on his shoe that does it.

He stops Angela from getting a kleenex and gives her a big hug.

"I love you. You're insane, but I love you."

[chasingangela]

"That's what I was going for," Angela says, kissing Marty';s jawline. "Well, either that, or 'get away, you crazy person.' But I like your reaction better."

"Want to give the bookshelf another try?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at the bookshelf and taps it with his shoe as though it might jump up and bite either of them.

Assured that it's not going to attack them, he nods.

"All right one more time. Where's that allen wrench?"

[chasingangela]

Angela hands it to him silently, then stands back.

She is not entirely convinced the bookshelf won't smash them both.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks back at Angela and grins. "So you're just going to let this thing attack and kill me? Some girlfriend you are."

[chasingangela]

"I want to be able to report on your death," Angela says, but she scoots closer to the shelves carefully.

"Okay, how should I help?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Do you have a bible and some holy water?" Marty asked hopefully?

[chasingangela]

"No," Angela admits. "Um, I am still wearing the cross from Phale. Force of habit, even if Angel is okay now. Think that'll help?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Wave it around at the bookcase as I put it together. Maybe that will help."

Marty takes two of the parts and tightens the bolts.

[chasingangela]

Angela laughs, but she does as she's told.

She also puts her free hand on the bookcase to stabalize it.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty puts together the other parts and connects them together. He tightens the bolts, takes a breath and steps back.

He looks cautiously at the bookcase and then to Angela.

"What do you think?" he whispers.

[chasingangela]

"I think it'll stand," she whispers. "But ... I'm not going to put anything on it for a while. Just to make sure."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty pokes the bookcase carefully. It's doesn't fall.

"Are you sure you'll be safe here in the room? Alone with it?" He whispers back.