Rest & Relaxation

With everyone having survived their first day on the job, they had their first real night of freedom to look forward to.

D.N. was the first to decide that the daily paychecks everyone but him had earned should be appreciated with a night of fine dining. He made a point of finding the fanciest restaurant in town and ordering three dinners, single-handedly blowing through two of his roommates' pay. Doom and Zara didn't seem to mind, however, and met him there, Zara making a point of eating inside and not interacting with either of the other two. Doom and D.N. got to know each other a little better over Doom's meal and D.N.'s third course before Doom decided it was getting late and it was time to go home. D.N. stayed behind and spent what was left of the cash he managed to take with him on drinks.

Meanwhile, back at the house Guild and Brentai were finishing up their four hour game of two person tag, and were feeling rather tired. Brentai went straight for bed, while Guild headed for the shower. No one but Guild could possibly know exactly what it means, or how horrible the results might be, but he didn't just take any shower, he took an evil shower. Whatever makes an evil shower fortunately had no ill-effects on the household, though getting out and changing back in to the same sweaty clothes he just played in, he was struck with the urge to steal candy from a helpless child. There weren't any children in the house, though, so he made for the next best choice, Fred. Fred was just getting home from work and needed a shower, ever the humble one, though, he patiently waiting for Doom to finish appreciating how beautiful he was in the mirror instead of trying to shoo him out like so many others. Guild burst from the wet glass case and jumped at Fred, causing him to run off terrified, completely forgetting about needing to wash up. Guild walked out laughing, not even noticing Friday enter after him.

Presumably deciding that starting a fight had gone so well the other day, the burnt-out working girl stomped up to Doom and started to shout at him, blaming him for everything she hated about the world at that point in time. This argument was a short one, however, because Friday couldn't pull Doom's attention away from his own reflection for long enough to irritate him and stormed out to find a new target. Doom didn't even seem capable of pulling himself away from his reflection, and decided that instead of utilizing the nice shower right next to him, he should just bathe himself right at the sink. Fortunately no one walked in on him while doing this, or the house might have suffered its first fatality.

D.N. meanwhile, was still at the restaurant. Apparently he found a drinking buddy who seemed to realize his severe mental and social disabilities and took pity on him. Despite the fact that D.N. seemed to offend her with every-other word from his mouth, she just nodded along with a forced grin, even offering him her phone number before running off in terror.

Everyone at the house was tired. Tired from work, tired from dealing with each other, and tired from not showering or eating in quite a while. They all filed in to bed. If there was one thing that worked well with the group, it was that everyone seemed to agree on a good time to go to bed. Though, it wasn't as if there was a T.V. or radio to keep anyone else awake. Even D.N. wandered in, and, either because he was ready for bed himself, or just because it was his favorite place to hang out, he headed right up the stairs and went fast asleep.

In the middle of the night a magical thing happened. Magical gnomes marched in single-line formation into the house. While singing their working songs they putt wallpaper up over the entire downstairs, painted the walls in the bedroom as to not wake any of the tired residents, and laid down nice wood flooring on the first floor. The calls off all the housemates that interior design of some sort was desperately needed, and this gnomes were here to help. As they finished their work, they started to clean while the head gnome marched back up the stairs and emptied the wallets of all the residents of the household. Looking over the money he found, he called back down to the other gnomes in their mystical language, and the other gnomes proceeded to tear up the wood floors they had just put down and piss all over what was left. After all, being a gnome was a business, and they couldn't give something for nothing. That was really high quality wood.