Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had done laundry after the StuCo meeting but never got a chance to put it away before she went to Caritas for Willow's party. Frowning at the pile, she started to straighten up.

The door was open.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It was still three o'clock. Robert Goulet would have been surprised, except that he was Robert Goulet. Such was his awesomeness, controlling time was nothing! Nothing!

He boogied in and went straight for the laundry, lifting it in his arms and spinning fast to send it whirling around the room.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The hell?" Isabel exclaimed, reaching out and trying to stop him. "Jack what do you think you're doing?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Satisfied the laundry was messed with to a sufficiently Gouletian degree, he moved on, twisting in a way that coincidentally evaded any reaching arms.

Not that there were any of course.

But there was a bed! It was a simple matter to step across the scattered laundry to grab it by he bottom and tip it up on it's side, everything on top of it sliding to the floor.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

If it was anyone else, Isabel would have tossed them out of her room with a flick of her hand. But it was Jack, so she made another attempt to grab him and check for gremlin bites. "I am so kicking your ass when you get over what this is."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Another graceful (and coincidentally grab eluding) dip and glide, and Robert Goulet picked up the bin, set it on the desk chair, and sent it spinning across the room while he danced into the bathroom.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Since she wouldn't hurt him, Isabel sat back on her bed, resigned to letting him trash her room. She was already planning ways for Jack to make it up to her.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet messed with the stuff in the bathroom, squeezing toothpaste onto the mirror -- Robert Goulet was here, messing with your stuff -- then smacked the toilet roll, making it spin its entire contents into a pile on the floor.

Perfect. He sambaed around the room, tossing toilet paper over everything, grabbed a handful of pens off the desk and dropped them out the window, then macarenaed out the door.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel watched him leave then looked at the mess. Yes, Jack was going to be doing a lot of groveling.