Disclaimer- If you think I own these characters then you probably also believe that I can't believe it's not butter(©) really is butter.

One of my friends thought the Argentinean falling through the floor was treated as normal by the Bohos and wondered why, therefore, they set a challenge to everyone on their mailing list. This is a response to that challenge to use Toulouse, a stranger, Christian's garret, an alarm clock and Christian's first meeting of the Bohos in a story of less than 2500 words and answering the question of why they act as though it's normal for people to fall through the floor. Obvious answer, because it is normal.



B.C- Before Christian.


Tick tock tick tock BRRR.

A heavy hand shifted from under the covers and hit the alarm clock, only to find the ringing continued and was getting further away. Sitting bolt upright in bed, Peter glared at the door as it clicked quietly shut and then up at the newly made hole in the ceiling.

For Christ sake Toulouse! he bellowed, can't you get someone in to fix your floor, my ceiling?
came the reply. We were wehersing.
Ah yes, your Swiss play. Well I'm not in your play so keep in out of my room. And next time you somehow manage to not wake me when you fall through the floor you might just leave quietly instead of pretending to be an alarm clock. That's the third time this week.

His reply was an explosion that sent plumes of dust drifting through the hole.
You and your explosions! Peter screamed up at the rehearsing Bohemians. Keep them to your self!
This time there was no reply and he put his head under his pillow to block the voice of Toulouse singing to the hills.
* * *

Tick tock tick tock BRRR.

God dammit Toulouse!
Peter grabbed at the source of the sound and heaved at the object he caught. He sat bolt upright as a crash echoed through the small room. He stared up at the now newly fixed ceiling and then down at the shattered remains of his alarm clock.
That does it!

The next day he purchased a ticket back to London.
asked his father, you finally learnt I was right? The Moulin Rouge corrupted you and you have come home to clean your act up?
replied his son, I got tired of French midgets acting like alarm clocks.
* * *

Guess what. The land lady just told me that we are getting a new tenant below us, a young English man.
There was a general groan as each member of the Bohemian cast recalled the trouble they had had with Peter. At last they decided to stick to their rehearsal and introduce themselves later.

Everything was going fine until the Argentinean's eyes crossed and he feel backwards as dead weight.
The floor gave way and Toulouse hurried down the stairs as fast as he could to explain the situation to the young man from London.

He was standing by a table upon which sat a typewriter and seemed too shocked to properly take in what he was being told. A few seconds later, the new tenant, Christian, was in the Boho's flat, standing in for the Argentinean. Before long he would alter the play beyond all recognition and the hole in the roof would become more than normal, it would become a permanent fixture of the two rooms.



Ok, there you go. My response to why it seems to be classed as normal for people to fall through the roof along with one or two slightly insane conditions.
How'd I do?