From the Causeway Parking Lot to the Mansion (and back and forth again), Friday Afternoon

[newroutines]

You know, Mike had never expected to suddenly not like the style of furniture he owned, all dark and heavy wood. Don't get him wrong, it was still great to see his familiar stuff again, and he had missed it. And he still liked it all, too. It was just that when the truck with all his stuff arrived on , the guys driving it took one look at the island and all its stairs and decided they really weren't getting paid enough to haul everything across town. They'd help get stuff off the truck, and wait around, but they weren't going to drag anything across what they defined as an unreasonable distance between the parking area and the house. Guess they were used to neat suburbs.

Mike wasn't going to fight them about it. He was just getting Derek to help him. A fit normal person and a werewolf were going to be able do this, right? It was just... a heavy dresser, and matching shelves, and his bar, and a couple of armchairs, and a table with some chairs, and then assorted boxes of household appliances and clothes and random crap he hadn't managed to stuff into his car when he'd driven himself up here.

And his bed. He honestly wasn't sure they wouldn't have to take the frame apart to carry it home. This was going to be a long day.

"Guess there's no choice but to just get started."

[ooc: Open to the housemate as well as other random helpers/observers!]

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[justlurkinghere]

See now how just having a sleeping bag in a creepy old house was the superior plan?

"This'll be fun."

[newroutines]

Fun fact: it still wasn't the superior plan. Not even with heating.

"Mmhmm," Mike replied, scratching the back of his neck and raising his eyebrow at the stuff. "What d'you think is a good thing to start with? The stuff that's not so heavy?"

Not that there was much of that. Because quality heavy wooden furniture.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April had noticed the stuff on the causeway and been eyeing it for a while when she spotted Mike.

"Dude, how far are you carrying all this?"

[newroutines]

"Phoenix Way," Mike said, shrugging. "So... halfway across the island and over about a billion steps?"

Such a fun day.

[justlurkinghere]

"Far." Thank you for being concise, Derek.

[throughaphase]

When Kitty showed up, it was because she'd seen things actually being moved and kind of figured out something was going on. So she just went over to the house, noting, "This looks like the least fun ever."

[newroutines]

"What, carrying far too much shit across a town that has far too many stairs?" Mike asked, putting a box aside. "Now why would you say that? We're having the time of our lives."

Some sarcasm there, yes. But cheerful enough!

[justlurkinghere]

"You mean you don't want to join in?" For shame, Kitty! For shame!

[ohjellybean.livejournal.com]

"Booze!" Laurie offered. Or maybe that was just how she called Kitty now.

The margarita she had in a plastic cup for her was probably helpful with figuring that out, though.

[robinonadderall]

Did someone say random observers? Because that's what Stiles was doing. He hadn't even known furniture was going to be moved today, he was just planning on staring at Mike...

...starting a conversation with Mike. Yes, that's what he was doing here.

[newroutines]

Mike was just going to have to get used to the staring, right? It didn't really come off as starting a conversation, so he was probably going to have to do that himself.

He nodded. "Hey, Stiles."

[justlurkinghere]

"Carry something or I'm throwing you off the island." Derek was an amazing fake boyfriend.

[ohjellybean.livejournal.com]

Laurie wandered over to Stiles, discreetly (for Laurie values of discretion) offering him one of her margaritas. "It'll be even better to watch with this, honey."

[throughaphase]

"Never thought I'd see you here," Kitty totally lied on her way back with a couple more chairs.

[bitten_notshy]

It was definitely the random walk-ons portion of the day now. Jack watched Mike and Derek for a moment before he rolled up his sleeves and went to talk to them.

"I could help," he offered. "I stay at your place sometimes, anyhow."

[justlurkinghere]

"Pick something," Derek said with a nod at the terrifying pile of furniture.

[newroutines]

"Dude, anything is all yours to carry," Mike said, because he was a little less succinct than Derek. "Thank you." Also, more polite. "Sooner this is done, the better."

[ohjellybean.livejournal.com]

Random observers? Yes, please.

This was Laurie setting up a lawn chair outside the mansion with a cooler of pre-made margaritas. Subtlety was not a thing she did, no.

[newroutines]

It may not have been subtle, but at least it made Mike laugh when he came back, hauling a peculiar looking coffee table (wrapped in protective plastic) with him.

"Isn't it a little cold to be having margaritas outside?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Seriously." Yes, Derek. Seriously.

[so_hawkward]

Clint might not have noticed the procession of goods if he hadn't gotten a message from Kitty and come out of his nice, warm home. He certainly didn't want to help Derek, but it was apparently all Mike's stuff, so... "Do you want some help? I'm good with quasi-heavy lifting."

[newroutines]

See, Derek? It paid off to be the nice one!

"oh, man, if you don't mind?" Mike said, nodding. "I don't think I realized I had this much shit when I was still in Tampa."

[throughaphase]

"Aww, you came," Kitty greeted him with a smile. Not that she hadn't expected him to, but she wouldn't have blamed him with this being Derek's place.

Well, Mike's place that Derek squatted in.

[ohjellybean.livejournal.com]

"Clint!" Laurie hissed, beckoning him over. "Come drink margaritas and watch the heavy lifting with me!"

Yeah, probably not.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just spared him a glance before picking up the heaviest thing that was still waiting to be moved. Because this was apparently a macho time.

Or because he wanted this over with already.