+Once they got back to the hotel Geller tried to stifle Jenna's laughter with a hand placed over her mouth as they scurried like little insects into one of the rooms and closed the door. Maybe no one was back yet. That would be ideal. Once inside the bedroom he tossed the bags of robes onto the bed and the fabric spilled over the tops like something heinous threw up on the bedspread. Flopping down onto the bed he finally let the laughter out. It just couldn't be helped in the face of such ugliness. His roughly calloused fingers were already plucking at the fabric and pulling the robes one at a time out of the bags.+

"Oh dear God what have we done!?"

+It was truly a horrid thing to do to one's friends and family, but they had gone too far to go back. Laying back on the bed he languidly rolled to his stomach and crawled across the mattress until he could reach the phone on the bedside table. Lifting the receiver of the beige phone he pushed it between his shoulder and his ear as he reached out to dial "0" for the front desk. The phone rang several times before someone answered and transferred him to the concierge desk as requested. Once the concierge was on the line Geller placed an order with him. Surely in a big hotel like this in the French Quarter (around Mardi Gras no less) the man probably got much more outrageous requests.+

"Hello this is Mr. Geller in Room ---, can you please send up a bottle of champagne with some glasses. Some oversized safety pins, some unlined note cards, and some colorful ink pens."

+Had to hand it to the consierge. He was a professional. The man didn't even bat an eyelash at the strange request, just said that someone would bring the items up momentarily. Adjusting his balance on the bed he reached out to set the receiver down and then rolled back over to look at Jenna with a grin. The tip of his tongue was stuck out and curled up over his top lip making a funny expression as he gave a jostle up and down of those bushy black eyebrows.+

"Soon. The supplies will be here soon! Now we just need to figure out who gets what."

+Pushing back against the bed he hoisted himself up to a sitting position and then shifted his weight to draw his legs under him so that he was kneeling on the bed. Looking down at the myriad of multicolored cloth he began to pick through them. He and Jenna both decided on which robes should go to which people, some getting matching ones because there had only been a limited number of styles, and there were several of the robes left over. The Reverand had told them more people would be coming that they didn't expect, so he would stash those extras in the bottom of a suitcase somewhere later. In the end his choices were....+


For Maya and Zoe



For Nike and James



And for Venus and himself....the grand purple garment.




+Once Geller had made his choices he watched as Jenna made hers, and the fact that neither of them could stop laughing or stop cracking Harry Potter/Jedi jokes was just making all this priceless.  When a knock came at the hotel door he went to get their supplies.  The pens, notecards, and safety pins were tossed on the bed as he took it upon himself to pop the cork on the bottle of champagne and pour them both a glass.  The bottle was set on the floor as he sat back on the bed to look at Jenna's choices.  Then they could both begin writing little notes to pin to the garments. For instance...+


"Maya, you're my favorite Jedi Knight."

"Zoe, you're a shameless hussy cousin. COVER UP!"

"Venus, purple is your color."

"Nike, it's a magical burka, in case you ever travel to Iran."

"James, every manwich needs magical robes."


+Only when Geller and Jenna had burning abdomens from all the howling with laughter, and after a note was pinned to each robe, only then did they strike out like mad champagne filled fools.  They delivered their little packages within the hotel room and without.  No one was safe from Reverand Zombies tacky robes. Bwuahahaha!+