The next morning 2D wakes early and dresses in his bathrobe, grabbing his toiletries and heading out from his room, to the bathroom for a shower. As he is about to open the corridor door that leads from the car park. He looks quickly in the direction of the Winnie hoping to see any signs of movement from Murdoc. Seeing nothing he sighs heavily and opens the door. He's just stepping past the front desk when he hears a knock on the front door. 2D stops and crinkling his nose turns back to the door. He presses the button for the intercom and clears his throat.
"Allo?" He asks simply, sticking his finger in his ear and trying to clear it. After a few seconds and having had no reply. 2D pushes the button again and asks again. "Allo!? Is there anybody there?" He waits again, but still there is no reply. He sighs and opens the door, sticking his head out and looking around. Eventually he looks down and sees a rather large parcel on the stoop. Opening the door wide. The early morning light pours into the dark dank foyer, and almost blinds the Keyboardist for a moment. He squints painfully in the bright orange light and shades his eyes with his hand. Looking down again, he steps out and looks in puzzlement at the parcel, scratching his head. Looking back out over the empty landscape. The Keyboardist sees no sign of the person or persons who had left it, so looks back down to the parcel at his feet. He picks it up and is rather surprised with how heavy it is. Shutting the door with his foot, the Keyboardist man handles it into the lobby, depositing it on the front desk. He looks around it for the name of who it was for, but finds nothing. He shrugs and continues on to the bathroom, deciding to leave it for Murdoc to work out.
Murdoc wakes up and stretches. Heading to the toilet for a quick slash, he picks up his mobile and begins flicking through a long list of unanswered messages, while circling the bowl with a steady stream of urine. He finishes and tucks himself back into his dirty Y-fronts. Still going through his messages, he heads to the cupboard on the left of the Winnie, and opens the door. Grabbing blindly at a pair of crumpled musty smelling jeans on the floor. He closes down his phone finally and tosses it onto his bed, pulling on his jeans and rustling about in the cupboard for a reasonably clean shirt. He sniffs a few, but finds they're all pretty rancid. So goes through a few of the ones that are still hanging on the railing above. But all of them are equally as bad. He stands up and scratches his head.
"Hmmm? I guess today must be laundry day then? I wonder what D is up to?" He mutters and reaches up to a basket on the shelf above him and pulls it down. Dropping it on the floor at his feet, he picks up all the dirty clothes and tosses them in. Kicking the basket a short distance down the aisle towards the door. He sneers at it in annoyance as it is brought to a stop by the bear skin rug on the floor. The Bassist steps over to it and picks up the basket. Tossing it to the door and straightening the rug with his foot. He shuts the cupboard and partially walking back to the bed, reaches across it for his phone. Tucking it into his front pocket and heading back to the door himself. He picks up the basket, and a few articles of clothing that had fallen out, then opens the Winnies door. Dropping it out and stepping down onto the cold car park floor in his socked feet. Murdoc grabs the basket and makes his way to 2Ds door. He arrives and kicks at the door with a socked foot. Then looks down and grimaces, turning his head back to the Winnie and thinking about his Cuban heels. Having got no reply to his knock. Murdoc drops the basket again and bashes on the door with a fist.
"Oi! Faceache!? Don't ignore me ya bastard! Git out here and do this laundry. I've got far better stuff to do today!" He waits but still gets no reply. Angered he grabs the door handle and slams his shoulder against it, forcing the door open. "FACE ACHE!" Looking around inside he sees the room is empty. "Oh. You're not in." Murdoc sighs and turns back to the basket. He kicks it a little way away from the door and heads back to the Winnie for his boots. Accidentally stepping in a puddle of water on the way, he shakes his foot and mutters a string of angry words. A few moments later he steps down from the Winnie in his boots, holding a wet sock between his talons. He drops the sock in the basket and kicks it with his foot towards the corridor door.
The corridor door opens in the lobby, and a basket of rancid clothes flies through the air and slams up against the wall. Landing roughly next to the jukebox. It's contents spill out across the floor, and the basket rocks to a stop in relatively the centre of the room. Murdoc steps in and blows out a frustrated breath at the sight of the dirty clothes on the floor. Walking slowly towards them, he tips the basket upright with his foot and slowly circles the room, kicking the clothes back into a small pile. Determined not to bend over and put any more effort than what he was already exerting into the task. He spots the parcel on the front desk from the corner of his eye and lifts his head.
"Helloooo? Now where did you come from?" He smiles, licking his lips greedily. Forgetting the laundry for a moment. The Bassist walks over to the desk and places a talon on the side of the box. Pushing against it to slide it around in search of the label. He notices straight away, that it is much too heavy for his finger to do that. So instead puts his whole hand on it and uses that to slide it round. Finding no name, he is about to open the box, when he remembers that this is how Noodle had first arrived at Kong and stops. Slitting his eyes and leaning over, studying the parcel carefully for any Japanese type of evidence. He finds none and straightens up again thinking. The box is quite plain and it is impossible to really tell where it has come from. The Bassist presses his ear against it and listens for any sign of breathing from inside. He can't hear anything from inside either. But is not trusting enough to allow himself to fall for that again. He remembers the last time that happened. He'd got such a shock when the young girl had burst out, he actually thought he was having a heart attack. He smiles and waves the box off. "I can play games to luv. You like the box so much? Stay there. I don't care. Muahaw,haw,haw." He chuckles and walks back to the laundry in the centre of the room. Looking down at it, he realizes he has to bend down and pick it up now. But doesn't really want to. He reaches for his cigarettes and remembers he'd left them back in the Winnie. Rolling his eyes and slumping his shoulders, he shoves his hands deep in his front pockets and heads back to the Winnie to get them.
2D returns to the lobby from his shower. A towel draped over his head, as he is drying his hair. Suddenly he trips head over heels over something on the floor in the middle of the room, falling heavily onto his chest. The young man rolls onto his side and sits up painfully. He takes the towel from his head and winces painfully at the basket of dirty laundry. Rubbing his chest painfully and sucking short breaths between the gap in his front teeth.
"Who left that there? Ow. That really hurt." 2D moans and slowly gets back to his feet. He sighs and picks up the laundry basket. Taking it to the kitchen to throw it all in the wash. It doesn't take the Keyboardist long to realize who the culprit must have been. "Fwoorah! Muds! Where didja dig this lot up from? I fink I'm actually goin' blind?" The Keyboardist complains as he walks past the front desk.
A few moments later, Murdoc returns with his cigarettes. Putting one in his mouth, he lights up as he heads over to where he'd last left his laundry. He draws heavily and blows a couple of lazy smoke rings. Then bends down to pick up the basket. He stops when he sees that it is no longer there and stands up again. Looking around confused. He rests his weight on one hip and rubs the back of his hand across the stubble of his chin while thinking about it. Going through a mental log of the things he'd done that day, he mouths quietly as he points vaguely to the corridor then over at the wall. Remembering how he'd, not to mention the basket, had entered the room. He finishes by pointing down at the floor at his feet and spreads out his hands, as if expecting it to of been sitting there the whole time. And he'd only imagined it's disappearance. But the basket is still not there. He shifts his weight to the other hip and scratches the back of his head.
"Who the fuck in their right mind would want my laundry? Hmmm? Unless it's some cute little fan girl of mine? Wha, whaaaa. That actually wouldn't bother me you know?" He remarks to himself, and shrugging decides to head to the kitchen for a liquid breakfast instead. As he passes the mysterious parcel, still sitting on the desk. The Bassist shoots it a quick look and stops. Crouching down and peering up at it from over the edge of the desk. He pokes at it with one of his long talons and thinks for a moment. "You know strange parcel? I think you do look a little on the damp side. Yesssss. I do. So you know what I'm going to do fer you? Put you in the dryer. That'll fix it. Ahaw, haw, haw." The Bassist stands up and picks up the heavy parcel, shifting the weight till he feels comfortable and heading towards the kitchen with it.
In the kitchen. 2D has already loaded most of Murdoc s dirty clothes in the washer beside the fridge. And has just wandered outside to the balcony with a small glass of Scotch. Sitting down in one of the deck chairs. He quietly sips his drink and hopes that Muds has figured out something for them to do today. As he was becoming really annoyed with how boring it all was without an album to record, or an interview to do. Murdoc walks in and carelessly, but deliberately, drops the parcel on the table with a load thump.
"Whoopsie. Heh, heh. Butterfingers." He chuckles to himself and looks over at the washing machine. Instantly he recognizes his clothes and blinks hard for a moment, pointing. "Heeeey? How'd?" He shakes his head and walks over to the balcony door and sticks his head out. Seeing 2D look back at him with a small expression of confusion. Murdoc shrugs and pulls his head back in the room. Knowing for sure that at least he no longer had to worry about his laundry.
He whistles happily as he opens the dryer and picks up the parcel again. Loading the box into the machine with just a small amount of heaving and shoving. He gives it a solid kick with his boot, and it finally pops straight in, and the Bassist slams the door shut. 2D had entered the room just in time to witness the box being placed in the dryer. And is now standing there sucking the tip of his index finger, trying to work out exactly what Murdoc was doing. Murdoc steps back from the machine and sees the Keyboardist pull his finger from his mouth, and begin to mouth his question. The Bassist turns to him quickly and giving him a threatening look, shakes his head. 2D understands the action immediately. So shuts his mouth quickly and just watches. Satisfied, Murdoc steps back up to the machine, and presses a few buttons to start the cycle. Making a few random duck noises as he does so. 2D stands silently by, watching the box tumble over and over inside. Listening to the loud banging and thumping, before turning back to look at the devious Bassist, who was now sitting cross-legged on the edge of the kitchen table with an evil grin spread across his face.
"Muds? Why didja put the box in the dryer?" 2D asks walking over to the table and leaning his weight back on it. Both men silently continue to watch the box tumbling over and over for a while. Before Muds finally answers.
"I dunno? Why didn' you stop me?" They continue to watch the box. Almost seeming to be memorized by it. 2D lazily shrugs and without taking his eyes from the machine answers.
"I dunno? Woz I s'pose ta Boss?" Almost equally as dazed and without taking his eyes from the machine. Muds lazily shrugs back.
"Maaaaaaybe?" Murdoc blinks and shakes his head, as he comes to realize he was being hypnotised by the machine. He stretches out his long legs and drops down from the table. He looks at the now zoned out 2D and considers slapping him. But changes his mind and goes to the balcony instead. Taking the bottle of Scotch that 2D had left beside the toaster. "I wonder what's in the box?" Murdoc suddenly stops and says to himself as he's about to flop down on one of the deck chairs. He thinks about it for a short moment, before shrugging it off and deciding that if it was important? He'd just blame 2D for it, and ask for a replacement.
