[OOM: On the roof, in a tent that dreams of being a studio apartment...]

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*Raph is attempting to feed himself. No it's not the act of eating that has him flummoxed, it's the part that comes before the eating that seems to continually get the better of him. Cooking is not Raph's friend. This is why there's a still slightly smoldering pot in the kitchen sink, and why he's grumbling as he eats his sandwich on the couch of the living room portion of his studio. Only slightly louder than his cantankerous mutterings is the sound of the Wizard Wireless off in the corner. Holyhead Harpies are playing Pride of Portree*

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"I'd be ever so grateful, thank you, sir." She says, and steps forward, not-quite-silently, but with the practiced ease of someone who makes just the right amount of noise to be unnoticeable. This time she sets off no traps.

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Yeah, uh...no problem.

*Raph steps back, pulling the entry-covering flap with him as he goes.*

I'll get you a towel. Gotten kinda used to not havin' crap tramped 'round my house.

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Jocasta takes that as an invitation and moves forward more confidently, stepping into the tent cautiously...

...and this will be your standard 'holy crap look at this thing' reaction. With an impressed look. "Oh I say, a magic tent!"

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*Raph is headed towards the large Linen Cabinet that lines most of the wall to the left.*

Huh? Oh right, the tent. Yeah. Bought it some place called Diagonal Alley, or some junk.

*He shrugs away her amazement in his new quest of fetching a towel he doesn't mind getting crap covered.

The studio is a modest one. There's a living-room area directly in front of her, with a small kitchette table to the right.
Further right is the breakfast bar and galley kitchen
Counterclockwise from there is a tiny hallway which leads to the bathroom.
A large comfy looking bed sits across from the kitchen. It should be noted that on the bed is a black fuzzy blanket with a ninja design, and a small stuffed pale girl doll all dressed in black, with a large ankh.*

Here, catch.

*He tosses a towel.*

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Still standing in the doorway, she catches the towel one handed and proceeds to carefully wipe herself down, starting with the shoes to avoid treading in... well, crap.

"Thank you very much," she repeats. "I am sorry to impose on you like this."

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*Raph removes a shirt and some pajama bottoms from the closet, before closing the door.*

Don' worry 'bout it. Ain't no big deal. She...the tent, I mean, she'll clean up your clothes if you ain't in'em.

*He sort of holds out the spare ...temporary...clothing out for emphasis. There is particular attention in the lack of eyecontact during this offer.*

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This is Jocasta blushing BRIGHT PINK, as she takes the clothes off him.

"Well, thank you very much," she says, and even if he was looking for eye contact, he wouldn't get any. "I... uh... is there somewhere I can go?"

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*Still not looking at her, he points down the small hallway.*

Bathroom.

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"Thankyou!"

It's almost a squeak, and she races to the bathroom to avoid embarrassment, even if the door closes quietly behind her.

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*Now that she's out of sight, Raph can face-palm with impunity...and maybe finish his sandwich.
...
Oh crap. Did he leave weapons in the bathroom?*

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That little squeal of delight? That says yes.

"Oh, sai! We did these in the fourth year! And is that a Klatchian shortblade?"

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*He looks up from his sandwich, and calls out to her with a mouth full of food?*

A what-ian what-now?

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The door opens, just a scratch, and an un-clothed arm waves a knife at him.

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*ACK! ARM! Raph nearly chokes thinking she might step further out of the bathroom. Yet through it all he manages to cough out:*

Hissatsu.

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"Oh!"

Arm is retracted.

"It's in very good condition. Are you a... ninja, then, sir?"

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Usually, yeah.
Name's Raph, by the way.

*Because after you invite a woman to get undressed in your bathroom is usually the best time to introduce yourself.*

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The door opens and out steps a much cleaner, freshly washed Jocasta in his clothes. Clothes which don't do as good a job of concealing her many wepons as the training suit. That, she is carying in folded arms, but one hand extracts itself to shake.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Raph. Um, where shall I put these?"

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*A good, firm, strong handshake follows.*

Oh you can just toss'em on the floor in a heap. Bigger the pile, faster they'll get cleaned.

*He doesn't appear to be joking.*

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She bites her lip curiously, and does has he says, watching the pile with apparent interest.

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*While Wiggs waited, Raph returned to the couch; there was a sandwich to finish, afterall. Fifteen minutes after the pile of clothing hit the floor, it disappeared. Almost as soon as it was gone from one place, it appeared cleaned and folded in another. The other being the end of Raph's bed.*

It work?

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Jocasta's too busy staring to answer for a few seconds, then she's heading over to the bed and unfolding her uniform.

"Oh!" She says happily. "That's super, isn't it?"

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Sure as hell beats actually doin' laundry, that's for damn sure.

*He turns and nods in the drection of the uniform.*

That standard issue?

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"Oh yes," she says. "This is for training only of course. I have my father's old gear inside. It's what I was wearing when I fell in."

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Trainin' only? What they make you wear on duty?

*Raph has images of Home and Away game uniforms running through his mind.*

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"Oh it's very similar, just higher quality," she explains. "There's no point ricking ruination of the family robes."