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Dorm laundry room, Tuesday after classes

He found out where to wash his clothes. Now, using the machines was altogether a different matter.

"Hello! Mechanical thing! Ahhh but I've come to get my clothing cleaned!"

Prince Edward stripped down to his royal boxers and shoved his clothes atop the washing machine.

And stared at the pile, perplexed. "Wash!"

More confusion!

He lifted the lid and dropped his clothing inside. "Ahhhhhaaaah! Where is Nathaniel when I need him!"

[Establishy unless you want to run into the senseless boy. ETA: Dinah has been most helpful ah-hah! Thus after the thread with her, he is gone from the laundry room!]

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Dinah now had a plan. Also, a camera. Also, bait. She blinked when she walked into the laundry room though, not expecting a nearly-naked guy to be there spoiling her plans.

"Hi? Prince Edward guy? What... are you doing?"

"OH!" he exlaimed, whipping around to find a woman there! And not just any woman, but Dinah!

His hands covered his privates even though he was wearing boxers, and well his boots.

"Dinah! My clothes! They are not washing!"

Dinah smacked a hand over her eyes in reaction to Edward's embarrassment, then felt ridiculous. "Uh, you can put something back on, I won't look. You mean the machine isn't working?" she asked, walking toward him, almost stumbling over a box of Tide.

"I don't have anything!" he practically yelled, feeling his entire body heat up. "The clothes I own are in there!" he moved one hand to point to the washer. "They're just sitting in there. In a pile. Just...sitting."

Dinah had to peek through her fingers at this, then give up and clear her throat, putting down her camera and basket of baity T-shirts before lifting the lid of the washer. "Edward? You forgot to push the button. And put detergent in." She frowned, pulling out a shirt, then checked him out of the corner of her eye. "Did you put pants in here?"

"Button? What button? Detergent?" He was so confused.

"Pants. Ohh! Why yes!" he grinned. "Pants and hose!"

"Damnit," Dinah pulled out his shirt and held it out to him, not looking, not looking, okay, forget it, he was cute, definitely looking, even if he was was a big dork. "Someone stole your pants and hose!"

"But it's dirty!" he said, taking his shirt and dropping it to the floor. "Ew."

GASP!

"No! Let me find this clothing villian! I shall dispatch him at once!" He struck a princely pose! Ah-hah! In his boxers and boots.

Which cracked Dinah up completely.

"Ahem! Sorry, sorry. Are you going to find him like that?"

There were worse ideas. Really!

Prince Edward looked at her for two point five seconds and then he GOT IT!

"Oh! I have no clothes! I... have no clothes!" he repeasted lamely.

"You have a shirt." She looked at the floor. "A dirty shirt. Uh, want to borrow a T-shirt as you go off dispatching? It might be a *little* small...."

He couldn't wear a dirty shirt, and he pouted down at his princely puffy sleeves. "That would just be unsightly! A dirty shirt."

His smile was instant at her offer. "OooHoo! Dinaaaaah! How lovely of you to offer!" Smalll didn't seem to register. "I shall be most appreciative!"

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Dinah handed over the biggest one she had - which was still only a medium, girl's size- a blue one with "New Gotham P.D." on the front and "NGPD" on the back, and stifled a cough. "Okay, did you see anyone come in here, or leave, after you put your clothes in the washer?"

And seriously. Stealing a naked guy's clothes. Mean.

But funny.

"Thank you!" He took the shirt and worked it on. It was... tight. And on backwards. "Lovely!" It came to his navel.

Oh, joy!

Prince Edward tapped his chin. "No. I saw no peasants." Because anyone who was going to steal clothes was certainly a peasant. "We should find the person or persons and demand justice!"

Must... not... laugh.

Impossible not to grin, though. "I want justice too! But." Dinah grimaced. "Maybe they're stealing them with magic." Or teleportation. Or a clothes-retrieval device.

Yeah, she might be in denial about sentient washers.

"We can't just interrogate everyone in the dorms about it."

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"I understand magic, but the rest..." he shook his head.

He was definitely in denial. And in more ways than just the dealing with sentient washers.

"Why not? We should go room to room and... I don't know what interrogate means, but I'm certain we can do it."

Dinah facepalmed and said, "Prince?" Nice puppy? "I don't think people would take us real seriously if we just showed up and demanded our clothes." She paused, struck by something else. "You do have some other clothes. Right?"

"Hm," he said, rubbing his chin as he clearly was thinking.

"No. I don't have other clothes."

A beat.

"This is a problem, isn't it?"

The effort not to giggle was clearly not worth it. "Yup, I'd say so." She grinned. "Okay, I can show you how to wash this shirt, so at least you have one clean one. But I think you're going to have to go into town-- after borrowing some pants," she added hastily. "To buy some new jeans or, or, tights. Or whatever." Hey, far be it from Dinah to dictate anyone's fashion choices. "Okay."

She picked up the shirt, and put it in the washer, closing the lid, then went over to pick up her detergent. "Watch this." She put money in the slot. Measured out the detergent. And opened the lid to put the detergent back in.

[and I go away for a bit, back in a couple hours, so your call on what just happened to the shirt!]

Prince Edward gasped again. "Amaziiiiiing!" And it truly was!

Except... "Was that coin? But I have none. I have to have coin to clean my shirt?"

WOE!

When the washer was finished, he would find that his shirt was not there.

DOUBLE WOE!

Dinah cracked up again, then felt a little bad for doing so, because clearly? Prince Edward was not a musical actor, he was several tacos short of a combo plate. Merlin didn't know about modern things either, but this guy....

"Well, I guess you could get a job? Or write home for some money?" she suggested, still smiling. "Sing for money on the street?"

Stop using your powers for evil, Dinah, said the Barbara in her head.

Sing he could do. But... "What is this job?"

Writing home for money? NEVER!

Wait. Never say never.

"Uh." Oh, even Arthur would stare at this guy. "Something you do to earn money? Labor or goods for coin? You give people something, they give you cash to spend on other things? Like, oh, cleaning stables or I don't know, killing monsters?"

A beat.

"Where did you say you were from, again?"

Meanwhile, the washer merrily worked away. Wush swush swish wash.

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Oh. That all sounded terrible. Except for the killing monsters. "I hunt trolls but I do that for no monetary value. I do it for sport, ah-hah!"

He struck a pose. "From Andalasia! Beyond the meadows of joy and the valley of contentment!"

A beat.

"If I want clean clothes, I must get a job?"

Any monsters on this island were either going to die fast or die laughing. Or both. Especially if Arthur and Edward teamed up and went ogre or troll-killing.

"Aha. I'm from New Gotham City. Between the Turnpike of Terror and the Atlantic Ocean of... Hugeness." Dinah wrinkled her nose. "And yes, you need a job. You could walk around without clothes all the time--" Which hey, had her vote. "But Prince Edward, other people have to be compensated for stuff you need."

Was there a prayer in Fandom that he'd understand that? At all?

Swush Wush Swish Wush! Five minutes until his shirt was done.

His eyes narrowed, picturing the place she said she was from.

Nope. Couldn't do it ~~but his mun was dying laughing~~.

"Hugeness is great!"

Sigh.

"I must... borrow clothes, and get a job. And earn monies to pay for... things?" He was positive he was getting it now!

"Yes!" Dinah bounced on her toes, glad to see daylight in this discussion. "Exactly! Unless, like I said, your parents want to send your stuff." She rested back on her heels, and shrugged one shoulder. "Lots of people have them. Um. A couple places might be hiring in town. I know that Luke's Diner is looking for help?"

Lacey... would kill her. Just. Kill her. Oh, well, she wouldn't tell her.

Two minutes 'til the shirt was done!

"I have an evil step-mother. I shall ask her for nothing since it is she who sent my beloved Giselle from me."

Dramatic pause.

"I shall find this Luke Diner and ask him to hire me! I still have not yet found this Jim who is to tell me where I am to meet Dipshit Lee. Ah-hah! But I shall prevail!"

He leaned against the washer, and vibrated himself.

And then it quit and he seemed perplexed.

"Is it finished, Dinah?"

"Do I even want to know about this Lee person?" Dinah's face hurt with not laughing. ~~As does the mun's.~~ "Yup! All done!"

She opened up the lid of the washer, and stared. Then ducked her head in. And straightened and looked around wildly.

"It's gone! Your shirt's gone!"

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"Oh! He wants to make me fly!" he exclaimed. "He had these... arms, though I did not notice!" Much. "He is a Dipshit and I must find Jim. Do you know Jim? I am to meet Dipshit Lee for he has challenged me!"

Prince Edward looked in the washer at her announcement and went to draw his sword. Except he kept forgetting it wasn't there!

GASP!

"Who could have taken it, Dinah? We were right here! Oh! Some is going to be very sorry for taking my princely wardrobe!"

There was a lot of giggling at the arms comment, but Jim? Jim who? Jim why? Jim.. GYM. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

And the mun finally gets it too. *facepalm*

But this flew right out of her head as she looked around, under, and next to the washer, then glared at it. "Oh my God, they really weren't kidding. Either some insane magician has hooked up a way to steal clothes, or the washers really are eating clothes."

~~I was going to tell you, reallllly! Hee!~~

"Who wasn't kidding? You mean..." OHHHHH! "...you knew about the eating clothes?"

Wait. What?

"Technology." He's recently learned that word. "It eats clothes." Amaaaazing.

Prince Edward suddenly hopped up on top of the machine. "Never fear! I shall slay thy metal beast!"

"I thought it was a joke!" Dinah protested, gesturing to one of the flyers on the wall. "I thought someone was kidding and stealing clothes! And apparently on this island, yes, it does!"

She blinked at him jumping on the machine. What the heck was he going to do to it, though? "Edward, I really don't think that's a good idea--"

"People are not amusing, Dinah! We must make them pay for their dastardly deeds!" Yes, he's not quite getting it. Not quite.

He glared down at the machine and hopped off. "You are quite right. I don't have my sword. I may not slice it into submission."

"..." Because really, what can you say to that?

"Not a good idea. You might get electrocuted. Um. Lightning'd?... It would hurt you to stick a sword in it," Dinah said, breaking down the problem into the smallest parts she could think of. She gave the washers and dryers an untrusting look. "I'm really sorry about your shirt. And your pants and hose. And I have no idea how to get them back."

Was now a good time to tell him he had the shirt she'd loaned him on backwards?

"And that would not be good. I wouldn't be alive to find my Giselle."

He gave her a warm, kind, wide smile and stepped closer to try and pat her shoulder. "It is not your fault, dear one. You have been most gracious and helpful. I shall take your advice and get this job and pay for what I need. It will be odd, but I will do this."

... He could wear the shirt just as it was. She didn't have it in her to tell him it was on wrong.

"You're welcome. I really hope you find your Giselle. And a job." She sighed. "And your pants." Just not too soon.

Dinah picked up her basket, detergent, and camera. "Hand-washing only until this is solved. And maybe you can borrow some pants from your roommate or someone?" The boots kind of made the boxers-and-short-short-tee outfit, though.

"Ah, I shall ask," he said, nodding. He even felt his cheeks turn warm.

Odd blushing sensation.

"And thank you, for all of your help."

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