Title: A week at the MR...Oh wait at HSU
Author: Kendra
Ratings: TMC (Too Much Christian...which is a good thing)
Summary: We're not just a campus any more.
Archive: ok
Disclaimer: They own it all, I can only wish.
Note: This was just hastily done on the spur of the moment after reading everyone's emails. Sorry if I've forgotten anyone and yes...I stole blatantly from what everyone has been gushing over. There are mistakes...be warned.

The General stood leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a glass of orange juice, he was pretty much dressed, although he was barefoot and his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging freely. He couldn't help but grin when he heard his secretary walking up the steps of the trailer, right on time for work...which was something new he chuckled to himself.

While he was standing there musing pleasantly and before he could get to the door to open it for her, there was an awful commotion, as if someone had dropped a two-ton engine down the front steps, that had a bell attached to it. When he heard the muttered cursings emanating from the Water Ho as he opened the door to make sure everything was fine, he was nearly barreled over by Kendra who was walking up the steps as best she could carrying an old, heavy, black case.

"Love? Would you..." the General began to ask if she needed help, but she just walked through the door as he followed her inside and watched as she unceremoniously dropped the case to his kitchen table/impromptu desk, with a loud 'thud'.

"There's no way that thing would ever break," Kendra winced as she took a deep breath and stared at the black monstrosity.

The General took a tentative step forward and glanced at the large, black case and then to his secretary who was now standing there smiling brightly. "What is it?"

"Oh...it's a typewriter," Kendra gleamed as she opened the case and revealed a very old, very heavy, black typewriter.

"Love, we have the computers, why do we need...this?" he asked while leaning forward and attempting to hit a key, but found it would not move. "I do believe it is broke."

Kendra raised a brow in disbelief before remembering that it wasn't electric. "You have to use a little more umph...hit the key harder," she instructed as he did so and the thing finally worked. "See...just fine...I knew that little spill wouldn't hurt it," she sighed as she grabbed some paper out of the computer's printer and sat it beside the Underwood typewriter. "You're all set!"

"Set for what?" the General questioned as he looked at the typewriter with trepidation.

"Jael's special request,"Kendra insisted with a giggle. "She wants to see you writing poetry on that thing...or was it the wool coat appointment? Oh well...you can type in the coat," she mused as she forced the General into the seat before the imposing machine.

"Oh...very well then," he agreed as the two tried to figure out how to feed the paper in and after a few minutes managed to accomplish that. "So, what now?"

"Practice," Kendra grinned. "You have to look believable, like you're a lovestruck poet in 1900...piece of cake for you."

"Well then," the General sighed as he tried typing his first word but found it very different than his computer keyboard. "How could one type on these things with any speed? I'll need to use the Force to depress the keys," he mused as Kendra leaned over his shoulder to watch what he typed.

"Let's regroup...use the hunt and peck method like you used to back before our computer lessons," she instructed as he did just that and the typing speed actually increased dramatically. "Cool, see...you'll be writing poetry in no time."

~~*~~

"Ohhhh...that was wonderful!" Kendra squealed giddily. "Could you do it one more time?" she sweetly asked, as the General just raised his brow.

"But we've been at it all morning," he tiredly sighed.

"Please...once more could never hurt. Besides, you have to practice for Laure," the Water Ho insisted as the General grinned, then hit the repeat button on the CD player and the music picked up from the beginning once more.

'Never knew I could feel like this...'

"Excuse me...could you just skip to the 'come what may' part...that is just so awesome," Kendra insisted as the General grinned and did as requested.

Meanwhile outside the General's trailer:

"What do you think is going on in there?" Tara questioned as she and Jen watched the windows vibrate and the sounds of music come echoing outside.

"I don't know...but the General is damn good at singing," Jen remarked as Tara nodded her head in agreement.

"Reminds me, I think I need a General singing appointment," the Frosh Water Ho mused as Jen had to agree with that assessment.

~~*~~

"Sign here...and here...and here...and right here," the Galactic Express driver instructed as he kept finding more places for the General to sign for the package. "Have a good day sir," he added as he made a mad dash back to his truck.

The General stood in the open front doorway and shook the package, trying to determine what was inside since it hardly weighed anything. "Were we expecting a delivery?" he questioned his secretary who was busy installing a new screensaver of the General with his black hair.

"Hmmm? Oh...no," she replied, half listening then suddenly it struck her that it had to be Judy's special request. "Oh...yes, yes, yes!"

"Huh?" the General mumbled as his secretary quickly came to his side and scooped the box from his hands and began to open it like a kid at their birthday party opening presents.

"Yes!" Kendra giggled as she pulled out a sexy black hat and quickly placed it atop the General's raven-black hair. "Perfect! Judy will so be tickled when you help with inventory," she gleamed as the General grinned wickedly.

~~*~~

"I don't know about this. Are you sure Emmy requested this for her appointment?"

"Yes, it says so right here," the Water Ho insisted as she pulled the General by the hand and made him look at the computer screen one more time. "Right there...as plain as day."

"Well, if it's what she wants," he mused as he walked to the stack of new deliveries that had just arrived from Galactic Express. "I've just never known her to wear something like...this," the General remarked as he held the bright, tartan petticoat and stocking up for a closer inspection. "A cancan outfit? Tantric cancan...you grrls are quite imaginative lately," he chuckled mischievously.

Kendra just sighed as she watched him place the outfit back into its box and then gather it up to leave. "Oh...don't forget...Spectacular Spectacular," his secretary shouted as she couldn't help but feel swoony when he repeated the words back to her. "Yep, Emmy is so going to love this appointment."

~~*~~

"Love, have you seen my tie?" the General questioned as he stepped into the den dressed to the nines in his black coat with tails, red vest, tight black pants, and shoes with the slight heel on them.

Kendra couldn't help but catch her breath and pick up the first piece of paper she found and used it to fan herself. "No," she croaked.

"Found it," he gleamed as he walked back into the bedroom to look into the mirror to fix his tie before stepping back out into the den. "Castanets," he remarked to himself as he began to check his pockets and then sighed with relief as he found them. "Well, I'm off to meet Julia for our lunch appointment," the General remarked as he headed to the door humming.

~~*~~

"Ah, Tara's appointment," Kendra giggled as the General met her at the door on his way out, as she was walking in and noticed him now wearing the shiny black suit which made him look wet.

"Yes, have a good day," he exclaimed as he held the door open with one hand and clutched a large bottle of glitter in the other, letting her inside before strolling to find the Frosh Water Ho.

"Don't forget the umbrella!"

"Got it," he shouted as he lifted it over his head as he walked.

~~*~~

"Gen, you awake?" Kendra called as she knocked on his trailer door and he yelled for her to come inside. "Where are you?"

"Back here," he insisted as she followed his voice down the hall and stopped at the open bathroom door and gasped. "Care to join me?"

"But, but...it's not in the script...I mean, we hoped it would be ...but..." his secretary stammered as she found the General lounging in the tub. She needed no other invitation and was quickly joining him in the warm water in seconds.

~~*~~

"You know, if I wanted to live in Paris, we would have moved there," Darry remarked as she caught a glimpse through her bedroom window of the huge, red Moulin Rouge windmill turning in the breeze.

"Yes, yes I know..." Cic replied before they started back to their normal activities.

~~*~~

"Oh dear," Pelham remarked as he, Dor, and Xani stopped in their tracks as they gaped at their new surroundings.

"This is just wonderful, I have no library still. But they've managed to build the frickin Moulin Rouge in a week," Dor snapped.

"I always wanted to live in a French brothel," Xani purred before Dor elbowed him in the ribs.

~~*~~

"Mastah, do you think this is the environment we should be exposing Cara to so early?" Dande remarked as she gazed out her front window to the garish décor, which now adorned the campus.

"Could be worse," Qui-Gon sighed as he came to stand behind her. "Maybe if we pretend it's not there it will go away," he suggested.

"Now, you know that will only cause more problems," Dande insisted as Qui-Gon begrudgingly agreed with a nod of his head.

~~*~~

"What the hell is going on?" Ellie remarked as she stood in the blazing Egyptian sun trying to call HSU. "All I keep getting is an answering machine that plays cancan music," she snapped as she tossed the phone behind her and mistakenly hit Indy upside the head.