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[OTA] Laundry

Who: Lightning, Little One/Buttercup, Open
Where: Storage Car (laundry floor); Sleeper car
When: Apple, Day 4
What: With three days' worth of laundry, only some of it blood-stained, Light decides to get ahead of the game in the name of team points.
Warnings: Potential language
Notes: Starting in actiontags but use whatever you're comfy with and I'll match <3

Sleeper Car

[ Four large suitcases have been dragged out of the luggage car and left in the common section of the sleeper in the morning hours of Day 4, one of them already containing some of Lightning's red clothing and another her first pair of cargo pants and socks. She hopes it'll be self-explanatory, but just in case, she knocks on each cabin to get the attention of anyone inside and calls out a quick, ] Got any dirty clothes? Put'em in the cases out here.

[ That should be enough that everyone'll notice. She pauses in the midst of the suitcases, running a hand through her fringe distractedly. Do they have markers anywhere? She could write on them... but no, she'll just assume no one's an idiot. ]

Storage/Laundry section

[ She's hopefully collared Little One and/or Tony by now, but if not, it's not her lookout. She needs those stupid points to see if the train'll sell her a proper weapon - if they need 'em too, they'll show up.

The suitcases have migrated from the sleeper now that it's been a few hours; they're lined up against one of the walls in the store so she can sort the contents. She's trying not to look out of the window - they're passing through what she can only assume is the lime green sector of the void, and the entire room is limned in a sickly glow. She's stood, bathed in green void light, holding a box of detergent. It's a ridiculously mundane task to be doing in this environment, but it's this or go stir-crazy. ]

Let's.... try doing the purple first.

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[Give it say, half an hour and there is now a clefairy making himself at home on the laundry pile with what might as well be a smug look, wings tucked against his back and ears twitching cutely.

Not even pokemon are immune from 'if I fits I sits' and he seems quite at home just being a cute pest. One that is polite enough to not destroy any clothes. Just sit on them..

What do, Lightning?]

[ Give it another fifteen minutes and Lightning's done her knocking rounds and is back, staring at Princess.

So. It's gonna be like that, is it. ]

... [ why is it staring at her like that ] Find somewhere else to sleep.

[Yep.

Because he knows he's cute? Cute enough to attempt to get away with snuggling down into the clothes a bit with what could pass for a purr or curring like sound. Whatever it is, He's content.

But very much not wanting to move.]

[ Ugh, Princess is adorable. But then, he would have a better chance of that giving him the victory if he didn't look so smug about it. She crouches down, and gives him the Look that used to work on her teammates-- which she promptly ruins by smiling at the noise he's making. ]

You sure? Everyone's gonna throw their dirty clothes in there.

[Victory!

Well, that's what he's claiming as he seems to nod. More clothes means more of a nest and it isn't like he's a stranger to clothes piling on him.

Actually, he looks pretty thrilled at the idea.]

[ Game Over, defeat in record time. No one must know.

If anyone else objects to him sleeping on their clothes, they can take it up with him themselves. And speaking of no one being around, she reaches out with a little hesitancy, and pats him on the head. ]

I've already sorted ours for you. If you want to do these first and let me know when they're dry... [They're underthings, and Sarai has opinions about that. It's all well and good and nice that Light is willing to wash everyone's clothes, but ain't nobody but Sarai (or Dread himself) is touching his smallclothes. Or her own!]

Just show me where to put them...I don't want anyone else touching this stuff. The rest of the clothes are fine, though!

[ You know what? She's Fine with this. She was willing to grin and bear it for the sake of points, but there's no way she's arguing someone washing their smallclothes themselves. She glances around, checking that nothing's loaded into the other machine, and indicates it with a nod of her head. ]

Thanks for that. Let's see now... you use the machine at the other end, and I'll come find you when it's done.

[There's just...something not right to Sarai about making someone else wash that sort of thing.]

Magitek...well I'll get it started by shoving this stuff in there, at least! [She's a bit bemused by it, and her potential inability.] I'm not terribly familiar with magitek devices--I still take my clothes down to the stream with a bit of soap and beat them against a rock 'til they're clean, at home.

Still, if you need help lugging, I don't mind. [She's not in it for points, inasmuch as Sarai isn't very good at sitting still. She's probably doing chores for the team they have no members for, too...]

[ Deep down, Light's enjoying getting to do something as mundane and helpful as laundry. But it's very deep down, and if anyone acknowledges that she has feelings she'll kill them. ]

We did that a few times on the road, but they've given us the tech, might as well use it. [ Will she admit that she spent the morning puzzling through the manual for these things? No. ] You need to fill that drawer to the middle line with the detergent, then make sure everything's closed and hit the blue button on the left. I think.

It certainly seems simple enough. [And Sarai can follow directions, at the very least.]

I have to wonder if I ought to try getting pigment for dye, just in case these outfits of ours fade, eventually. [It's an idle thought, really, but she's got enough alchemy ability to make clothing dye and paint at the very least, if it came to that.]

I might have to consider getting a few jars for that sort of thing, just in case. [In truth, her notebook is becoming more of a grocery list, by now.]

[ Is there anything Sarai can't do? Lightning wonders. And then huffs in amusement at a thought. ] Wonder if the train'd react if we dyed all our gear different colours.

[Oh, Sarai might laugh if she could hear Light's thoughts. She's not very good in a tanking role, and when she tried her hand at armorsmithing, well--let's just say they'd make better dinner platters, than armor plates...]

Huh. That's an interesting thought. It's almost tempting enough to make an attempt, so long as we had some replacements...

[ That's a short list, Sarai. Face your comparative competence. ]

We have seven shirts each, I'm sure someone will donate one when we find dye. Anyway, I'll come find you when your load's ready - unless you're alright with me just using the ICP.

[How about 'look threatening'? Seems she's got something lacking there, too. Even with the horns and claws, she's too short, apparently, to look threatening, and exudes harmlessness...]

It isn't as if I have much to do right now. I could offer a hand, keep you company? I'm sure it's boring just watching clothes dry! But even I could offer one of my shirts. Maybe we'll find other clothes when we stop, too. That might be nice, I might like a frock...even if I don't wear it often!

[ Fair, she's going to have to leave all of the first impression intimidation to her husband. ]

It's gonna be an hour of sitting around, but I won't stop you... What's there to dress up for?

Well, there's always chatting, or sitting in companionable silence. There's just not a great deal to do here on the train, once cleaning and other chores are done...

[And privacy's not much of a thing. But yes, she does tend to leave the intimidation thing to Dread. He's good at it...]

Nothing yet, but there's no telling there won't be. And it always helps to clean up nice if we need to do something diplomatic...

[Though Sarai realizes that's probably going to be something she does...]

[ If Sarai hadn't realised that before, she definitely will when the momentary look of horror at the word 'diplomatic' flashes across Lightning's face. ]

You think we'd have to do something like that?

Yes? [It wasn't as if Sarai hadn't had to do such things, in the past.] Although I am fairly certain that we could choose to play to our strengths. If it's not your forte, it is mine, and I'd be happy to shoulder most of that burden, if necessary.

[At least in part because it didn't bother her a bit!]

[ ... Sarai, you're too good for this sinful train. ]

In that case I'll definitely help you find a dress... if we ever get to a shop.

[Fair is fair, if you ask her! She's a bit...odd-looking to do a stealth mission, though she does know how to be stealthy...]

You're on, I certainly wouldn't mind the help! Though you don't seem like a dress person. Perhaps a sort of dress suit? You don't have to go on a diplomatic mission, but sometimes I feel as if it helps to look sharp.

It's not as if I wouldn't convince Dread to do the same. Dress up, I mean. [And poor Dread, he does often acquiesce to the whims of his wife...]

Why do we no just be doing them all together, priestess? [Surely that would be easier?

It had not taken much to convince Little One to help. She wasn't about to say no to a priestess and on top of that she was bored. There wasn't much to do on this ship-train, everyone was stupid light followers and older than her. She had to be on her best behaviour and she was stuck inside.

Also the weird message had said red team had to do laundry.]

We do no be having any water... [Impossible to do laundry without water. But no there Lightning is holding some strange powder like you can wash clothes with string and powder and metal boxes.] Do you be wanting me to be fetching some?

Don't call me priestess. [ she should really be more patient, but the text on this box has no chemicals she recognises and she genuinely can't decide if it's safe to use on strong colours. By the time she's decided to hell with it, she's already answered Little One - Buttercup - absently. She winces internally, but the damage is done. ]

Uh, so... the water goes into the machine through pipes, and these clothes are new, so if we wash them all together the colours might run. For now, we'll keep them separate. Later, when they've faded, it won't matter.

[What kind of priestess didn't want to be called such? Maybe Lightning came from a really really strange world. Her eyes glint in annoyance but she just looks down with a shrug.

She listens though, the water moved through pipes and the colours might run away?

Urgh she had a headache. This train was so stupid.] So the machine do be bringing the water? [Is she understanding this right? She peered inside the machine.]

If these work anything like the ones back home, yeah. If you put the rest of the purple in there, I'll show you how to work it.

[ She deserves that look, she figures, so she doesn't comment on it. ]

You do be having these at your home? [Her world must be strange indeed. But then again, she seems to be the only one who hadn't known what a train was...

She began gathering the purple things, pushing them into the machine. She's interested in how this works, it's a very strange thing indeed.]

Most people back there did, yeah. [ She lets Buttercup handle the purple load. She seems like she picks things up quickly, and not having to babysit is improving Light's opinion of her exponentially. Subconsciously, anyway. ]

I've met a few people who didn't have modern technology back in their worlds. Don't think they'd have picked it up as fast as you, though.

[The praise made her brighten, she was trying hard to follow Lightning's instructions and she was glad it was paying off.

But also...] You did be meeting people from different worlds before?

[ She only notices the brightening because she was hoping for it, and tries not to visibly relax at the sight. ]

Yeah, I was in another world that wasn't my own before this one, but it was less about trains and more about beating the crap out of each other for two gods' stupid crusade.

You did be fighting directly for the gods?

[Two gods? Which gods? If they were fighting was it the shadow god? Or were just two of the light gods bickering?

Gods are a mystery but ancient stories told of the gods all arguing all the time.]

Sounds like something right out of a fairytale, huh?

[ brb kid, loading the other machine with an armful of cargo pants and socks. ]

It do be sounding like a story. [Not that she doesn't believe her. She's a priestess even if she gets mad when she gets called it. If anyone was going to meet gods it was a priestess.

She finishes putting all the purple things in the machine.] Do I be shutting the door?

[ Given that she had the same reaction when she arrived in that place, she just shrugs acceptance. ]

Yeah. Then pour this into the drawer until it reaches the line. [ Here, have the detergent. ]

Did you help out with this stuff back home too?

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Yes ma'am. [Pouring the powder ever so carefully to the line. Lightning hasn't spelled out the consequences of it being too low or too high but considering this machine looked like it could eat her she imagined it would be bad.]

I did be helping washing clothes yes but no like this. We do be using a bucket and water and soap. Do you be knowing soap? You do be making it with fat and ashes and lime. It do be smelling less weird than this white stuff.

[She would like to think something as common as soap would be known in other worlds but everything is so weird here.]

Edited 2019-07-22 15:31 (UTC)

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