I saw Rocky Horror today- the midnight showing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was amazing. I highly recommend it. The live version or the theater, doesn't matter, though live is incredible. Anyway, this chapter should be a little shorter. Finally, you get to meet Admiral Jenkins, who is the *only* thing in the story that I own.
Chapter 3- Laundry Day
"I absolutely cannot stand this any longer," Scully announced after having walked into the kitchen in the morning. "I need to wash my clothes."
This being the third morning they had spent in the mansion wearing the same clothes, the others heartily agreed with her.
"All we have to do is find the washing machine," she said as she sat at the table.
"What, there's something we *didn't* find?" Mulder remarked. After combing the building top to bottom, they had found nothing of use. He scooped another handful of sunflower seeds.
"Well, there has to be some way we can wash our clothes. I'll do it in the bathtub or the sink if I have to," Scully said firmly.
"Let's get to it then," Mulder sighed. He would have preferred to finish the sunflower seeds first, but Scully had already stood and started toward the living room.
The magical people joined them in walking the halls in search of a washing machine. It was an uneventful and fruitless search, at first. Then they heard a voice.
"Halt!"
They looked around, but found no one. All five exchanging glances, they shrugged and started off again.
"Report!"
They stopped. None of them saw anyone, they were still alone.
"Down here!"
Simultaneously, Mulder, Scully, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius looked down at a brightly colored spot on the floor. The spot was actually a man- or at least, they thought so- though with very odd traits. He was two inches tall, and dressed in flourescent pink army clothes with a bright yellow helmet.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Admiral Jenkins!"
"Um, I'm Ron…" the introductions went around. Admiral Jenkins appeared to be nodding to all of them, though it was hard to see very much, since he was so small.
"What can Admiral Jenkins do to help these fine people!" Everything he said was an exclamation, and as well they were. His voice was comparatively quiet.
"We're looking for a laundry room, to wash our clothes."
"Ah, Admiral Jenkins sees! Come this way, Admiral Jenkins will debrief you!" He turned and began to march away, though each step only took him about a quarter of an inch.
"On a first date?" Mulder muttered. He was answered by a sharp look from Scully. Evidently she *really* wanted to wash her clothes.
Admiral Jenkins led them on through the house and into a spacious room with as few snakes as they had seen in any of the others. They saw a washing machine, and a dryer next to it. Piled up on some shelves in the corners were colorful, soft robes. Apparently, some people did not like to wear clothes while they did their laundry.
Each of them took a robe. Everyone turned toward the wall and began to undress, Hermione and Scully covering themselves as best they could with their robes the entire time. Mulder could not help glancing over at Scully, her smooth, white skin, her strong, shapely body… *No! Just stop for five seconds, will you!*
They all threw their clothes in and started the wash. They waited in their colorful robes, Mulder in red, Sirius in purple, Scully in a very flattering blue, Hermione in black, and Ron in green. With his red hair, he looked like a Christmas ornament. He seemed very reluctant to wear the robe at all. The first time he began to undress, Sirius gave him a shocking revelation of a warning, having to do with a cauldron full of botuber pus and dragon's blood. Afterward his hand drifted to the knot many times, but each time he let his hand drop with a murderous glance toward Sirius. He resolved to pout for the remainder of their laundry adventure.
"Admiral Jenkins, how did you come to be here?" Sirius asked.
"Admiral Jenkins has been here for quite some time! Admiral Jenkins cannot remember when Admiral Jenkins came here, or whether he did! Admiral Jenkins has top-secret orders in regards to this house, and Admiral Jenkins will honor them to the death!"
"What kind of orders?" Mulder asked innocently.
"Top-secret ones!" Admiral Jenkins repeated gravely.
"Ah, that kind," Mulder said thoughtfully. Scully raised an eyebrow at him. Mulder held up his crossed fingers in front of himself, as though to ward off evil comments.
Approximately an hour later, the dryer sounded. They began to sort through their clothes.
"Um… whose are *these*?" Ron asked. He held up a pair of tiny underwear, red with pink hearts.
With a short glance at them, Scully grinned and went back to her own clothes. Mulder felt himself go red as he snatched his underwear from the boy's hand. Ron snorted loudly, and Hermione joined Scully in a knowing smile.
"You should not laugh, Ron," Sirius admonished. "I think his underpants are very attractive."
"Uh, thanks, Sirius, I think," Mulder rushed as he quickly pulled them on.
"Why, what are *yours* like?" Ron sneered.
"My underwear? Puce," Sirius answered. He gathered his clothes and walked proudly from the room.
Later, when they were all properly clothed once again (except Ron, who had managed to leave his shirt off without comment. His hand drifted to his belt often), they heard Ron mutter, "Puce?" and scratch his head. Hermione shook hers disapprovingly.
"Where is Sirius? We haven't seen him since he left the laundry room," Mulder wondered.
"He's probably off talking to his little toe, or something," Ron said, and laughed. A moment later, Sirius entered the room.
"Hey, no fair!" Ron exclaimed.
"What?" Sirius asked, stopping in his tracks.
"If you don't have to wear pants, then neither do I!"
Sirius looked down. "I suppose I am not wearing pants, am I. Well, that is unusual…" he continued to babble on under his breath, and no one could hear what he said. Ron folded his arms and stuck out his lower lip. Hermione rolled her eyes at him as Sirius wandered from the room.
Darkness had started to fall. The day was ending. Mulder saw a pair of red eyes flash outside the window, but in a split second, they were gone.
Ron muttered, "Puce?" and scratched his head.
End
Next chapter- Ron makes up spells! Can you spell catastrophe?
Chapter 3- Laundry Day
"I absolutely cannot stand this any longer," Scully announced after having walked into the kitchen in the morning. "I need to wash my clothes."
This being the third morning they had spent in the mansion wearing the same clothes, the others heartily agreed with her.
"All we have to do is find the washing machine," she said as she sat at the table.
"What, there's something we *didn't* find?" Mulder remarked. After combing the building top to bottom, they had found nothing of use. He scooped another handful of sunflower seeds.
"Well, there has to be some way we can wash our clothes. I'll do it in the bathtub or the sink if I have to," Scully said firmly.
"Let's get to it then," Mulder sighed. He would have preferred to finish the sunflower seeds first, but Scully had already stood and started toward the living room.
The magical people joined them in walking the halls in search of a washing machine. It was an uneventful and fruitless search, at first. Then they heard a voice.
"Halt!"
They looked around, but found no one. All five exchanging glances, they shrugged and started off again.
"Report!"
They stopped. None of them saw anyone, they were still alone.
"Down here!"
Simultaneously, Mulder, Scully, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius looked down at a brightly colored spot on the floor. The spot was actually a man- or at least, they thought so- though with very odd traits. He was two inches tall, and dressed in flourescent pink army clothes with a bright yellow helmet.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Admiral Jenkins!"
"Um, I'm Ron…" the introductions went around. Admiral Jenkins appeared to be nodding to all of them, though it was hard to see very much, since he was so small.
"What can Admiral Jenkins do to help these fine people!" Everything he said was an exclamation, and as well they were. His voice was comparatively quiet.
"We're looking for a laundry room, to wash our clothes."
"Ah, Admiral Jenkins sees! Come this way, Admiral Jenkins will debrief you!" He turned and began to march away, though each step only took him about a quarter of an inch.
"On a first date?" Mulder muttered. He was answered by a sharp look from Scully. Evidently she *really* wanted to wash her clothes.
Admiral Jenkins led them on through the house and into a spacious room with as few snakes as they had seen in any of the others. They saw a washing machine, and a dryer next to it. Piled up on some shelves in the corners were colorful, soft robes. Apparently, some people did not like to wear clothes while they did their laundry.
Each of them took a robe. Everyone turned toward the wall and began to undress, Hermione and Scully covering themselves as best they could with their robes the entire time. Mulder could not help glancing over at Scully, her smooth, white skin, her strong, shapely body… *No! Just stop for five seconds, will you!*
They all threw their clothes in and started the wash. They waited in their colorful robes, Mulder in red, Sirius in purple, Scully in a very flattering blue, Hermione in black, and Ron in green. With his red hair, he looked like a Christmas ornament. He seemed very reluctant to wear the robe at all. The first time he began to undress, Sirius gave him a shocking revelation of a warning, having to do with a cauldron full of botuber pus and dragon's blood. Afterward his hand drifted to the knot many times, but each time he let his hand drop with a murderous glance toward Sirius. He resolved to pout for the remainder of their laundry adventure.
"Admiral Jenkins, how did you come to be here?" Sirius asked.
"Admiral Jenkins has been here for quite some time! Admiral Jenkins cannot remember when Admiral Jenkins came here, or whether he did! Admiral Jenkins has top-secret orders in regards to this house, and Admiral Jenkins will honor them to the death!"
"What kind of orders?" Mulder asked innocently.
"Top-secret ones!" Admiral Jenkins repeated gravely.
"Ah, that kind," Mulder said thoughtfully. Scully raised an eyebrow at him. Mulder held up his crossed fingers in front of himself, as though to ward off evil comments.
Approximately an hour later, the dryer sounded. They began to sort through their clothes.
"Um… whose are *these*?" Ron asked. He held up a pair of tiny underwear, red with pink hearts.
With a short glance at them, Scully grinned and went back to her own clothes. Mulder felt himself go red as he snatched his underwear from the boy's hand. Ron snorted loudly, and Hermione joined Scully in a knowing smile.
"You should not laugh, Ron," Sirius admonished. "I think his underpants are very attractive."
"Uh, thanks, Sirius, I think," Mulder rushed as he quickly pulled them on.
"Why, what are *yours* like?" Ron sneered.
"My underwear? Puce," Sirius answered. He gathered his clothes and walked proudly from the room.
Later, when they were all properly clothed once again (except Ron, who had managed to leave his shirt off without comment. His hand drifted to his belt often), they heard Ron mutter, "Puce?" and scratch his head. Hermione shook hers disapprovingly.
"Where is Sirius? We haven't seen him since he left the laundry room," Mulder wondered.
"He's probably off talking to his little toe, or something," Ron said, and laughed. A moment later, Sirius entered the room.
"Hey, no fair!" Ron exclaimed.
"What?" Sirius asked, stopping in his tracks.
"If you don't have to wear pants, then neither do I!"
Sirius looked down. "I suppose I am not wearing pants, am I. Well, that is unusual…" he continued to babble on under his breath, and no one could hear what he said. Ron folded his arms and stuck out his lower lip. Hermione rolled her eyes at him as Sirius wandered from the room.
Darkness had started to fall. The day was ending. Mulder saw a pair of red eyes flash outside the window, but in a split second, they were gone.
Ron muttered, "Puce?" and scratched his head.
End
Next chapter- Ron makes up spells! Can you spell catastrophe?