Dorm Laundry Room, Sunday Evening

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Okay, so Kyle Reese hadn't figured out that you have to wash clothes yet. Alice was kind enough to tell him outright to damned well do it, and so after putting it off for a while, he made his way down to the laundry room to see what this machine was that washed clothes.

It had started off simply enough. Clothes into the machine. Powder into the machine. Press a few buttons. Easy, right?

Easy, until the machine started bucking and spitting and jumping around. Reese dived for cover. "Damned machines," he hissed from his hiding place. The washer was overpacked, unbalanced and spitting suds and was, unfortunately for the unarmed boy with machine issues, bucking and frothing between Kyle and the door.


[OOC - So open.]

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle was a little too busy get ready to tackle the machine, which he promptly did after a few seconds. He leapt to his feet and lunged at the bucking washer. Now he was trying to hold on for dear life and resist letting go every time it jerked and hit his chin.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean... oh god, Jean was just going to try and unplug it before Kyle ended up with a split lip or something.

She leaned over the machine, careful to avoid Kyle and reached for something that was much lower down than her reach. Maybe if she just-- "Hold still!" --Now she was gonna have a bruise. Great. Just great.

There was one hard tug on the plug with her telekinesis mostly out of sheer frustration.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

The machine shuddered to a halt with Kyle on top. He was still holding on tight, but as soon as he loosened his grip he slid off, slipped in the suds and found himself staring up at the ceiling. "Good job, team," he called.

[longislandiceme]

"Whoo!" Bobby totally lifted one hand in Gabrielle's direction for a high-five. They had high-fives in the Very Special Greece, right? "Go team, uh, us!"

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

They had jock chest-bumps in the Very Special Greece. "Go team us!" Gabrielle bounced his way for said high-five.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand promptly slipped in the suds, yes. At least she waited until afterward?

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean put her hand to her mouth, gasping at that. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"I just need a second," Gabrielle said, waving a hand vaguely in the air. From the way she said it you'd think she was used to this sort of thing. FUNNY, THAT. "Did we get it? Are the dorms safe?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle rolled over and pushed himself carefully to his feet. He tapped the washing machine with his foot, because that was always a good way to judge whether a machine was dead or not. "We got it." He peered at the machine. "And it got my clothes."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"...we could get you new ones?" Jean offered, leaning over to lift the lid.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I should be able to salvage something," he said hopefully.