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[aggressiveapathy]

WHO: April Ludgate, Andy Bernard, and Katurian Katurian
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: At various points since April moved in on Monday
WARNINGS: I don’t even know what to put here.
SUMMARY: April just moved in, time for the roommates to interact in a boring, normal living situation. Where one of them just happens to be a serial killer.
FORMAT: Action? But do whatever you like, feel free to start your own threads for any time in the last few days doing whatever in the house.

[April’s day were pretty consistent. Get up in the morning, shower, make breakfast (totally breaking Andy’s rule of towels over underwear as she munched on her cereal, seated on the kitchen counter in just her jeans and bra), go to work. Then after that, it was time to come home, putter around with TV or the Wii or training the raccoons, then head out to a bar until it was time to sleep again.

Right now, it was time to unlock the entirety of her newly bought Mario Party.]

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[acahellyeah]

[ Since Andy hasn't started his new job yet he doesn't go to City Hall every day, but since April started living with them he doesn't leave his room as early as he used to. Rather, he waits until she leaves, coming out of his room cat-in-arm, and making sure he has dinner ready or almost ready by the time April would be back. He's afraid of what she might be like when she's angry.

He's taken to cooking, though, singing while he does it really makes the food taste better. Pancakes for dinner are acceptable, right?? ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Breakfast for dinner is a Pawnee standard. They didn't claw their way to the near top of the obesity charts by not eating sugar non-stop.

Though she wasn't quiet at all about coming in to the house, April doesn't say anything as she hovers in the kitchen doorway, raccoon at her heel and work shoes still on her feet. If Andy looks up, however, he may notice she's taking out her phone to record the sight (and sound) before her.]

[acahellyeah]

[ Andy hums, flipping the pancake. ]

Muhhhhh--mixing pancakes, stirring pancakes, pop them-- [ He turns, holding a bottle of syrup like a microphone, and goes "eep" when he sees April. ] Oh... hey, April. Did you just get here?

[aggressiveapathy]

Nah.

[Still holding up the camera, though she looks a little disappointed he's stopped singing. Way to ruin the youtube video, man.]

Bacon?

[acahellyeah]

And sausage, frying right up. Want some cake? [ He dumps the pancake onto a plate of them before offering the plate over. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[She looks at her camera then back up at him before she lowers it.]

I guess. If there's no encore.

[acahellyeah]

You want an encore? [ He looks at her camera and raises his eyebrows, before continuing excitedly: ] Is this going on Youtube? I should change.

[aggressiveapathy]

[There is a slow blink as she tentatively takes the pancakes. Wait. Someone who enjoyed their shame going on display?]

Yeah. I've got like two subscribers already. But they might be raccoon perverts or something.

[acahellyeah]

[ He has no shame about his singing. None. ]

What kind of videos have you posted...?

[aggressiveapathy]

Porn.

[There's that good old deadpan. As usual.]

[acahellyeah]

... Maybe you shouldn't put me up on your Youtube, actually.

[aggressiveapathy]

[Shrugs and holds up the camera.]

Whatever. Still waiting for a show.

[acahellyeah]

Okay, do you have any requests?

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. Like you'd know good bands...

[She hesitates for a tiny moment]

The Way You Look Tonight. That's a good one.

[acahellyeah]

[ Andy clears his throat and picks up the syrup bottle again. ]

Okay, cool. [ His other hand is already tracking the pitch of his voice, moving up and down. He starts busting it out, singing into the bottle and dancing in place a bit. ]

[goryteller]

[Katurian is a less than impressive roommate. Late to dinner. Absent at breakfast. When he's there, he makes jokes and laughs loudly with Andy, but there is a distance in him, inexplicable but ever-present. April is a new, but not necessarily unwanted element. He decides he wants to teach her how to be a good roommate, how to clean up after herself and help with the chores even as he slips down into distraction.

He pads down the stairs Wednesday evening, his eyes dark and tired.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[These lessons would not be easy going for Katurian. Even if he does get a glance bordering on concerned- practically outright gaping as far as April and worry went- as he enters the shared living area looking like that, being a good roommate was not on April's list of skills to acquire. That's why the world had Andy's.

Still, making a dude a decade older than her throw her underwear around was bordering on flat out kinky instead of adorably weird even to her, so she was hauling a small bin of those down to the laundry when they crossed paths. A thing of bubble-gum scented bubble bath sitting proudly on top of the pile.]

So is your room like, haunted or something.

[goryteller]

[It takes him a moment to recognize what she's trying to say.]

Hah?

[And then it hits him -- Katurian feels at his hair, mussed and out of control. He decides to take April's words as a joke, a private little dig at his current state, rather than a genuine question about ghosts. (Either one seems entirely valid.) He laughs hollowly, then catches the bubble bath out of the corner of his eye.]

What is that?

[aggressiveapathy]

[Eyebrow is raised, but whatever. If he didn't want to dish, she wasn't about to put the effort into finding out about his drug habit or whatever was going on here.]

Poison.

[She knows you can read, Kat. Don't ask things you already know the answer to.]

[goryteller]

[He trails his hand around the laundry bin, slips in, and grabs the bubble bath. He turns it around and reads the back as though maybe, maybe it isn't what he expects.

He stays like this for a moment, silent. Holding the bubble bath. Then:]

You're not doing what I think you're doing.

[aggressiveapathy]

[She stands still and watches his examination silently, bored expression slipping in to place. Maybe the ghosts were talking to him or something.]

Okay. I'm not.

[goryteller]

[Katurian looks at April, looks at the bubble bath, looks down the stairs, and then starts his descent.]

This isn't how you clean clothing. This is how you ruin fabric.

[aggressiveapathy]

[She pauses for half a moment, then follows down after him. He had her bubble bath. And, you know. Was going to the same place she was anyway.]

Bubblegum is amazing. Are you against my clothes enjoying a relaxing bath or something.

[goryteller]

[Clap clap clap, go Katurian's shoes as he walks down the stairs. Then he rounds into the bathroom.

He twists off the cap.

He starts pouring the bubble bath down the toilet.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[April leans against the doorway to the bathroom, narrowed eyed. Seriously, dude. Not cool. But not worth the effort of doing anything more than watching.]

Why do you hate joy? You owe me five bucks.