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[swerval_zero]

*Armed with detergent and snacks, Zero sets up camp atop one of the dryers*

Right. Laundry. Squall, these things stink.

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[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie comes shuffling into the laundry room, shirtless and in a pair of worn-out old pants, his arms full of last night's filthy clothing. He stares at the washing machines with a perplexed expression.

[swerval_zero]

Hello, there. Need some help?

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hello." He lets out a self-conscious chuckle. "I thought I'd made a step forward last night, learning how to use that newfangled gun, but I find myself stumped again. I'm beginning to think I may be better off with a bucket down on the beach."

[swerval_zero]

From what I've heard of the beach, I'd give it a pass if I were you.

It's actually not that difficult, 'specially since someone's rigged these to not take quarters. First thing is, sort 'em out, lights and darks. Oh, I'm Zero, by the way.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie smiles and pulls his dark blue coat out from the pile of otherwise white (when clean) clothing. "Hello. Archie Kennedy. I believe I saw you in the library last night. Of course, it's hard to say for sure, what with all the chaos."

[OOC: Sorry -- had to go out and do stuff for a bit. Pesky RL.]

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, that was me. Oh, hey, you wanna pitch that coat in wi' my jeans? Easier'n doin' a whole load just for it.

(OOC: Same. Darn RL.)

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"I would appreciate that. Thank you." Archie hands over the coat, as well as the black neckcloth, then puts the other pile of clothing into another washer.

"Damn." He's blushing now, feeling more foolish by the moment. "I . . . I don't have any soap. If you could kindly lend me some, I'd be more than happy to buy you more at my earliest convenience."

[swerval_zero]

*measures out a capful of detergent* No prob. It's on the house, my zombie-slaying friend.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Zero, I appreciate it. I suppose I can buy this in town somewhere? Assuming the stores are still standing."

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, assuming that new grocery store survived, you should be able to get it there.

[chasingangela]

Angela lugs down a mesh laundry bag full of clothes and a box of Tide. Sheepishly, she reads the instructions on the detergent and washer before beginning to sort her clothes into three piles. (Light, dark, and hideously stained or covered with zombie goo.)

"I can't believe I'm so, like, useless," she says. "My dad always did the laundry at home."

[swerval_zero]

*around a Twinkie* S'novva-- *swallows* S'not that hard. How'd you spend the zombie apocalypse, Angela?

[chasingangela]

Angela nods, but still looks a little doubtful as she dumps detergent in two washers and starts the cycle.

"I was kind of all over. See, I was at work in town Friday night, so I kept getting shuffled around by Maia and Mr. Phale. And then yesterday I came back to campus and was on the support team under Angelus and John Sheppard. I got to dress a couple wounds and kill one zombie, which is more than I ever want to see again in my life. What about you?"

[swerval_zero]

I was helpin' out at the library. Got more use out of a gun than I ever thought I would, that's for sure.

[chasingangela]

Angela nods. "I only used my gun twice, but I was glad I could. It's funny, I always thought violence was, like, so wrong, but..." she makes a little helpless motion with her hands. "I guess zombies make sense as an exception."

[swerval_zero]

Well...they are dead already, like.

[chasingangela]

Angela frowns. "Do you think they, like, know that?"

[swerval_zero]

I never thought about it like that, but I don't think so. I don' think they have enough mind t'think about it, like.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn walks in, changed into a different pair of pants that just don't feel as comfortable as her leather ones, carrying laundry in a bag. "I just started picking up clothes from around the room," she says. "I know some of them are mine."

"So," she says. "How do I make the machine work?"

[swerval_zero]

This one's set up for idiots kids. You sort your clothes into lights or darks, put in some detergent, and press the button.

*notices Aeryn pulling out a pair of leather pants* Er, I don' think you can put those in the washer.

[can_be_more]

Right. I can do that.

*looks at clothes, which are all dark*
*throws everything into washer*

And I wasn't sure. I think they're past gone, but I thought I would try.

[swerval_zero]

Pity, s'a waste of good leather. Maybe there's somewhere in town you can get new ones.

[can_be_more]

The trip is being planned for tomorrow. That and... homecoming shopping. *visible shudder*

[janet_fraiser]

You're getting a dress and going for the full Earth formal gown tradition? *impressed look* You are brave.

[can_be_more]

*quickly* I never said that. I don't know what I'm doing yet!

[janet_fraiser]

*tries to hide a grin* Okay, okay. As someone with experience with the whole Homecoming thing, I just assumed.

If you do decide to get a dress? Make sure you take someone along who knows what kind of dress is generally appropriate for Homecoming. Personally, I'm thinking of skipping that whole 80's theme thing. I've lived through it once; I'm not wearing the clothing again.

[can_be_more]

Right. Chiana showed me some of those clothes. I'm not wearing any of that.

[janet_fraiser]

I always knew you were a sensible person, Aeryn. So let me know if you want company if you go dress shopping. Otherwise, I'll probably see what I can find on my own.

[can_be_more]

Beka and I are heading out sometime today. You're more than welcome to join us. PleasepleaseIhavenoideawhatI'mdoing.

[janet_fraiser]

Oh, good. I really don't like giong dress shopping on my own. Fitting room lighting is the most sadistic invention known to mankind. Don't worry. The Fraiser household has survived many a school dance before now. We'll manage.

Zombie Cleaning Tips

[janet_fraiser]

Hey, Zero! *dumps laundry into a machine, pours several different things in there, starts it washing* I've decided I officially hate zombies.

Actually, I decided that a while ago. Friday night, as a matter of fact.

I found lemon juice gets zombie goo out of your hair really well, though. Nice of you to offer to help everyone with the laundry.

Re: Zombie Cleaning Tips

[swerval_zero]

Hey, Janet! Oreo?

Actually, I scrubbed my hair with like, a whole bottle of shampoo an' it's pretty squeaky clean now. It's this *tugs ponytail to show ragged chunk taken out of it* that I'm worried about. An' I figured wit' the crew around here, some of 'em wouldn't have a squallin' clue how to use a washin' machine.

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[janet_fraiser]

Oreos? *dives for bag and grabs one* God, yes. Thank you.

Oh my God. *wide eyes* What happened to your hair? Do we have a hairdresser in town who can take care of that for you?

See, and that's nice of you to help them figure it out. Otherwise everyone would be walking around with pink socks and shrunken t-shirts, and that's never good. Unless they're really built, and then the shrunken t-shirts are good.

Re: Zombie Cleaning Tips

[swerval_zero]

Zombie bit it. I don' know yet if there's a hairdresser, but if it comes to it, I can probably trim it up on m'own.

That's me, little miss helpful. *kicks dryer* I didn't think of that before, dammit.

Re: Zombie Cleaning Tips

[janet_fraiser]

Close call there. Glad it was just your hair, though. That's okay. Maybe after the next crisis we can help them shrink their clothes?

Re: Zombie Cleaning Tips

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, guess I got lucky. It shall be our civic duty.