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.042 | Video. [Backdated to the day after the HEN PARTYYY]

Ladies. [YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE >C Arthur holds up his hand, showing off some HIDEOUS NAIL POLISH.] I have to admit, I'm impressed you managed to keep most of the paint in the lines. [Lowering his hand now. THAT'S ENOUGH OF HIS SHAME.] But I don't think I can pull this look off. Anyone have any nail polish remover?

[OOC: CISSIE AND POSSIBLY OTHERS PAINTED ARTHUR'S NAILS AT MARTHA'S HEN PARTY. Because he accidentally intruded while searching for his misplaced communicator. If you want to claim some credit for his woe, you're welcome to.]

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It's pretty cool. The trick is getting through all the heavy philosophical stuff instead of sticking to the juicy how-tos.

As a kid, I was a lot more interested in the how-tos, I'll admit.

Everybody is. I let my brother borrow my copy and he dog-eared the hell out of those pages. But the truth is that you can't seriously consider anarchy unless you work at understanding it.

OK, found my bottle! I'll get some cotton balls together and pick the place up a bit. Come by whenever.

I'll admit it was more of a phase in my case. I never really gave it much thought.

Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes.

I'm a heavy thinker when it comes to politics, because my race is right in the thick of it back home.

OK. My door's open, just follow the music.

I'd be interested in hearing more about it.

On my way.

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[And Arthur heads on over to the room in question, knocking on the door when he reaches it. Sure, she said it's open, but he'd rather be safe than walk in on a teenage girl at the wrong moment.]

[Wanda comes over to push the door open, holding a pair of scissors and a red t-shirt she is in the midst of creatively shredding.] Hey hey, c'mon in.

[Wanda has cleaned up some, but her desk and vanity are cluttered on top and there is a faint smell of makeup and perfume.] Feel free to grab the chair, I'll sit on the bed and play manicurist.

Hey.

[He takes a quick look around the room as he enters, then pulls the chair up to the bed.]

Thanks for doing this. [Wryly:] I don't think the polish was doing anything for my image.]

Yeah, peach...not your thing. You could pull off a guy-manicure but...nnno.

[Once they are seated she covers her legs with a towel and then gets the bottle, dampening a cotton ball from it.] Here we go. Gimme one of your hands. This won't take too long but I want to be thorough.

So, what do you do? I'm an aspiring magic and chaos-theory geek.

[Arthur chuckles, because for as put together as he tends to be, he's never gone so far as getting a manicure before. He holds out one of his hands.]

Back home? I was a librarian. People here are pretty territorial about the place, so I'm strictly a warden now.

[The stuff stinks a little bit, but it does do the job, drying coolly on its skin when she overlaps by accident. She flips the used cotton balls into the waste basket in the corner.] Yeah, I noticed that. I wondered what was up. I mean, that's most of our entertainment. I'm just glad I have my own stash of books now.

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