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[10_20_15_5_50]

What the hell.

[Sam's laughing a little as she speaks. The reason why is clear as soon as her drone shows her, standing as she is beside the doorway of her bedroom... which is almost entirely blocked by furry masses. She presses a hand against the pile, testing its give, and there's a gritty shifting sound as her hand sinks a couple of inches. The noise should be familiar to a few of her fellow Haveners, if not telltale until---]

Got some bigass beanbags over here. And since I'm assuming someone did this---since nobody's talking about a beanbag invasion---I've gotta say, I'm kind of impressed. Check this out.

[She moves out of frame to take hold of her drone, pointing it up to and then pushing it through the little 'window' left open, near the top of the doorway. The short hall that leads to the rest of the apartment? FURRY BEANBAGS. It's furry beanbags as far as the eye can see---which isn't far, because, again, beanbags.]

Am I ever glad we made the moose door open out.

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[10_20_15_5_50]

Is that how you got so many?

[At this point, Sam is just kind of dragging herself through the things, trying to see if the rest of the apartment really is filled. The hall? Nothing but beanbags. The main living room? Beanbags. The kitchenette she's yet to eel into, but it looks like nothing but beanbags (and probably Bon Ron, somewhere) from here.]

How did you get them all in here?

[diagnosispuberty]

Hey, I'm not a beanbag breeder. They just showed up. [Opening the door the slightest crack now.] I blame the city. It's probably a sign of the end times. Let the moose eat them.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Unless you've broken out some seriously weird science when I wasn't around, that isn't an option. I think these are gonna go to the ground.

[diagnosispuberty]

-- like, out the window to the ground? [Today just got FUN.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[As an immediate answer, there's the dry crunch of a beanbag being forcefully seized, and a muffled clunk as the window is shoved so Sam can be sure it's opened as wide as it will go.]

DESTINATION DEFENESTRATION!

[diagnosispuberty]

[Like a tiny hyperactive shot, Hiro bolts from his room, grabbing an armful of beanbag's and scurrying to fling them out the window.]

I AM A GOD OF DESTRUCTION!

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Given an armful of beanbag takes one (and would for anybody small enough to fit inside the place) Sam stays near the window so as to reach out and steady the noodly little nerd if he gets too enthusiastic and overbalances. This strategic placement doesn't stop her from methodically shoving more beanbags over the sill.]

This is strangely satisfying.

[diagnosispuberty]

[Overbalancing is sort of Hiro's thing. But fortunately the window isn't quite big enough for him to pitch forward and end up on the ground below.]

It's productive destruction! Can we make a bonfire out of them outside?

[10_20_15_5_50]

No! The stink would be awful, no matter if it's faux-fur or real fur. We'll get them all outside, and then to the warehouse where the people who actually want them can get them. Though... I might keep one. And put it at Breakdown and Knock Out's place.

[diagnosispuberty]

Aw, you're no fun. [Flinging contentedly for a moment.] Yeah? Just one?

[10_20_15_5_50]

Maybe two, if you want one of your own. [Sam gently guides Hiro away from the window, and then proceeds to turn with a beanbag like this is discus. The 'track' bit may be a lost cause, but she could cut a few 'field' events.] Breakdown makes for a great viewing deck, but something softer to sit on would be nice, too.

[diagnosispuberty]

...ehhh, as long as they don't actually multiply.

[Hiro tries to throw the next beanbag like a frisbee. It ends up smacking into the suddenly-appeared neck of Bon Ron. Bon Ron looks very woeful.] Whoops.

[10_20_15_5_50]

If they did, we'd have to lend all three to Subzero. 'Here, science this out.' You'd have first dibs if we had more space, though.

[She underscores this assertion with an affectionate pat on the head, even as she stretches to give Bon Ron a consolatory pat on the neck. The moose still exudes an air of 'what have I done to deserve such treatment?']

I hope the little bots are okay in all this.

[diagnosispuberty]

Mannnn...I need a bigger lab.

[Hiro will go over to slump against Bon Ron's neck. Console him, robot moose.]

Oh yeah, they're probably hiding under your bed. I programmed them to go there in case of emergency. [...Hiro, wtf.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Maybe for your birthday.

[Bon Ron turns its head, so that there's a slight (but supportive) curve in its neck for Hiro to lean into. It's fortunate for all that the moosebot has the temperment of an especially large and patient dog.]

Oh, okay. [Sam nods, as if this makes sense---and it does, sort of, because no threat should make it that far into their apartment.] I'd hate to step on Bert is all.

[diagnosispuberty]

Pop quiz: when's my birthday?

[Hiro asks this, teasingly, patting affectionately at his favorite moosebot.]

Nah, he's got foot-sensors now. He's an empowered bot.

[10_20_15_5_50]

April second. You're an Aries.

[Sam punctuates her passing this 'pop quiz' with a brief raspberry.]

Any other upgrades to the household I ought to be aware of?

[diagnosispuberty]

Your butt's an Aries. [Someone's grouchy you were right, Sam.]

Nah, not this week. I've been too constrained by space.

[10_20_15_5_50]

What, you'd expect me be guessing and trusting in shear luck? Wether you did or didn't, bringing my butt into this doesn't behoove ewe.

[you brought that barrage on yourself, bucko]

Good to know. Though, there's something I want to know, regarding one of your non-pet projects.

[diagnosispuberty]

[For that, Sam, you get one of the bean bags chucked at your head.] Ugh, the worst.

...I don't do projects on pets anymore, you won't let me. [Bon Ron gives a woeful look, because he remembers the last one, and does not want to suffer through wearing rocket boots again.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[the lady is muffled, briefly, BUT NOT EVEN PHASED]

You had that coming. And no, no, I don't mean li---would the foot sensors not count as a pet project, or are upgrades your loophole, bud? Either way, I was wondering whatever came of those jetpacks you'd discussed with Knock Out.

[As fond as Sam is of the medic, she's sure his poker face is better than Hiro's; questioning Doc Knock is just impractical when she knows the noodle she rooms with is a terrible liar.]

[diagnosispuberty]

That was a joke, Patchowski. Don't they have those on your planet?

[He says it with a grin, though, because he's a little twerp like that. More beanbags go out the window as he things for a moment.] They're...in development. [Aka, finding fuel that won't blow up the apartment is proving to be a problem.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

I'm sorta skeptical, because jokes are supposed to be funny---at least on my Earth.

[She nods, though, even as she pushes another beanbag up to and then over the windowsill.]

Just warn me when you're getting the things off the ground.