Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

Ezra is lounging in the front yard, knitting, when Dreas gets close. They jump up, startled and concerned. "Andreas? What's happened? Come in, come in!" 

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah, perhaps around back? To the hose first?" Andreas responds weakly. "I wouldn't wish this on... Well."

[GamesMaster]

"Nonsense, you're going to need a whole lot of hot water and soap to get all that off. And we should burn those clothes," they add, wrinkling their nose. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh, I just meant to start," Andreas says quickly, very much agreeable with the idea of hot water and soap. "To get the... top layer of filth off." He shudders, tail lashing with distress. Damnation. I can't afford to burn this clothes either. 

[GamesMaster]

"If you insist." As they walk around the side of the house, the gnome asks, "I thought you catfolk hated water?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Rude," Andreas says with a grin to show he's teasing. "I assure you, I detest being filthy far more than I could ever hate water."

[GamesMaster]

Of course, there's a reason cats hate water -- it puts his teeth on edge being soggy and cold, it takes forever for his double-coat to dry properly, and it stinks like minerals and pipes. Plus the smell of water clings to his fur while it's damp, leaving him unable to properly smell his environment, though that's about the same with the stinking mess on his fur already. 

[Andreas Amell]

"My regret soars the boundless skies," Dreas mutters to himself, ears tight against his skull. "Alright, that's... most of it off. I'll let the sun dry me a bit before I head in to get a real shower though, so I don't drip everywhere. But, uh, is anyone home? I kinda wanted to, ah, talk-- to ask something. As like a household?"

[GamesMaster]

"I think just about everyone's home," says Ezra. "After your shower, we'll call a household meeting?"

[Andreas Amell]

"I would really appreciate it," Andreas says with a tired but relieved smile. Alright, shake a bit, shower, then... Bright Gods, my stomach is filled with pixies. I really wish I still had the coin to get the delicacies and art supplies I was going to bring when I asked this... Damn thieving bitch!

[GamesMaster]

Cameron, Pip, Ezra, and Tadpole are in the common room lounging and eating some baked good when Andreas emerges from the shower, clean and damp. They seem to have been talking, but they change to greeting him when he arrives within earshot, before he's visible -- must be Tadpole's elven ears, catching his soft footsteps. Or the dripping of his damp tail. Or his sheer dislike of the situation radiating off his body. 

Regardless. 

Pip assures him he can speak for Scott, since Scott's not here, and Cameron points out Heidi only stays over part time, doesn't live here. So the floor is all his. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Hey everyone. Ah, first off-- thanks for letting me get cleaned up here, I was..." He shudders, damp fur attempting to puff out. "Yeah. I was going to head to a public bath house but," he grimaces, "I kinda got pickpocketed. And I had just moved a bunch of my coin to my small purse because I was planning to-- I had a large purchase planned." Maybe don't mention the big surprise gift I won't be able to give them now.

[GamesMaster]

Cameron nods sagely. "It happens," they say casually, as the others nod and make sounds of agreement. 

[Andreas Amell]

"I still have some coin," he adds hurriedly. "But... Well, I was kind of wondering if that offer to crash here was..."

[GamesMaster]

Pip straightens, eyes lighting up. "Oh, do you mean it?! How long can you stay?"