18th Contraption: Early October Gifts & October Catch-All

[pineapplesalmon]

Who: César and YOU
What: César's Regains (Bathroom and Latin American cooking ingredients); also, October Catch-All
When: Regains are very early October, Catch-All is all month
Where: See Top-levels
Warnings: None right now except the throuple is getting a bathroom big enough to comfortably share... so.

1. An adoorable dilemma [OTA, very early October, catch anytime from Sundries to Room 102] It's very early in October. César stares at the larger of the two presents he has from Sundries. The small envelope he has in his hands. But it's the dark wood door with a red bow on it that has his attention. "... how am I supposed to get that to our room?"

By dragging it, of course. Out of Sundries and towards the elevator at the front of the ship. And then getting it into the elevator. Then heading to the second floor and around to Room 102. That's the path he's planning to take, anyway.

César could use some help. The door's proper wood, and he's obviously having a bit of a time with carrying it. Or someone to laugh at him. He's kept the bow on. And he can't help but remember the time he helped Ava with her PEZ Dispenser the entire time.


2. A taste of home [OTA, very early October, AFTER 1, Kitchen]
The second present is a simple envelope. The piece of paper inside simply says "kitchen". So to the kitchen he goes once the other present has been dealt with. Likely the next day, to be honest.

Someone can catch him staring into either one of the cupboards or a fridge, looking near tears. He hasn't had the ingredients to even make food from home in a long time. And there's more ingredients besides that.


3. WILDCARD [OTA]
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1, at the elevator

[lightconductor]

Watson comes around the corner, takes in this scene (husband, door, elevator, chaos) and sighs.

"César," he says flatly, "my husband, my beloved, what have you done this time?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César starts at the sudden voice, then starts laughing hard enough that he nearly loses the ability to keep the door from falling on him. Oops. Might take a moment before Watson gets an answer.

[lightconductor]

"Careful," Watson chides, stepping forward, because no he is absolutely not going to allow César to get squished by a door in front of him. It would be an incredibly embarrassing way to die. "I'll give you a hand."

[pineapplesalmon]

César manages to not get squished with Watson's help. It probably wouldn't have killed him. Probably.

"Gift. Has bow." César manages to laugh out, not able to keep his eyes open. "New month."

Look, César probably goes on a mini rampage the last day of the month to get new supplies from parts of the ship before it heals.

[lightconductor]

"You were sent a door?"

This is better than the alternative, that César has, for some reason, stolen a door. Which he knows better than to rule out as impossible.

"Well, let me help you. Though what we're going to do with a door in the room, I'm sure I don't know."

[pineapplesalmon]

"An entire door." He moves over to let Watson help him carry the load, trying to get his laughter under control but not too hard.

César's definitely would steal a door for a project if necessary. A lot of his leather and unusual fabric are from upholstery. So.

He looks up to shake his head at it with amusement and then stops everything because he's squinting at something that just distracted him completely. "... a note on the bow. 'Open me'. Oh! Maybe it leads to a pocket dimension!"

[lightconductor]

"Well, when you get a mysterious door in the mail asking you to open it, how could you possibly say no?"

This is ridiculous, his voice says, but he's here for the ride anyway.

"Lead the way."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Exactly!" César's voice is full of laughter, and he agrees it's ridiculous. "Team lift! At least it isn't fair. We're right next to the elevators."

[lightconductor]

Into the elevator then, where they can lean it up against the wall for a moment.

"Ah, I can't reach the button from here, love. Can you?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César obliges and presses the button. "Do you need me to stow anything in my pocket really quick while we wait?"

[lightconductor]

"No," Watson says, "wait, yes."

He'd hooked his cane over his arm while lifting, but he passes it to César. "Hold onto that for me, please."

[pineapplesalmon]

That was the specific 'something' that César was asking about without asking about it directly, yes. He grins and takes it. With a bit of theater, he slides the entire thing into his pants pocket, then gives the outside of the pocket a good, smug pat.

"Looks like it just fits."

Ding! They've arrived. (Look, it's one floor.)

[lightconductor]

Watson rolls his eyes with a small but tolerant huff.

"All right, ready when you are." He lifts his end again, prepared to follow.

[pineapplesalmon]

César chuckles and picks up his side. "All right, here we go."

He starts walking backwards towards their room. "What do you think it might lead to?"

[lightconductor]

"Goodness, I'm sure I don't know. Not a way out, I'm sure. Hopefully it's a pleasant surprise."

He's not holding his breath.

[pineapplesalmon]

"It's a very fancy and modern looking door. It's likely a room of that nature." César doesn't know if that's a good thing or not. "Maybe it'll be a sex dungeon?"

[lightconductor]

Watson snorts.

"Please don't make me laugh while I'm carrying your bloody door," he says. He shifts the entirely to his good shoulder and reaches into his pocket for his phone to unlock the cabin door.

[pineapplesalmon]

César carefully takes on a bit more of the weight himself as Watson gets his phone out, chuckling. "Yes, I'll wait until we've got the door placed before I make jokes."

[lightconductor]

"Yes, thank you, it will save me from dropping the dratted thing on my foot from laughing so hard."

He opens the door, and leads them in, heading for a spare corner where they can set it up on the floor.

[pineapplesalmon]

"And that would be terrible, because I can't massage a broken foot."

César has to do a little hip push to the side to make sure the door stays open long enough to not swat him as it closes. Spare corner is where he was thinking, too.

Yup, that's going to be where it goes for the time being. Time to sit it up, then. And once it's set down, he pulls Watson's cane out and out and out from his pocket, offering it back to him.

"This has to be one of my oddest presents yet."

[lightconductor]

Watson takes his cane back with a nod.

"It's... peculiar. Well. Do the honours for us, my dear? It is your present."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Well, here goes."

There's no frame, but when César turns the knob to open it, the door swings open anyway to reveal... a bathroom. A very nice bathroom. With deep, dark wood walls, three spacious vanities, a giant jetted tub, and a view that looks to be in a high rise. There's at least three other doors. César's jaw drops.

"... No way." And he's inside it in an instant, turning around and looking at it in awe.

[lightconductor]

"Oh, good heavens."

It's... spooky, but also beautiful. Watson leans to look inside, over César's shoulder. "It's a bath? You were sent a bath?"

His eyes are on that tub.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Apparently—come on!" César takes Watson's free hand and gently pulls him inside after him, walking further into it. "Our own vanities! The tub! It has a TV!"

[lightconductor]

This is a level of unprecedented luxury. Watson looks around them, letting his fingers trail along a polished counter top.

"It's stunning," he says. "The tub -- I haven't had a proper bath since, well, December." And he frowns, because that's not exactly the best memory.