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Field Trip to the Laundry Room!
Characters: Alice and OPEN
Setting: Laundry Room, around noon
When Alice read the notice that the basement was accessible, she was excited for all of five seconds before she realized there was one minor flaw in her plan to wash her clothes. She only had the one set of clothes, plus the t-shirt Rusty was letting her borrow, and she wasn't willing to go naked until her clothes finished. That realization put a bit of a damper on things, and she had almost decided that she simply wasn't going to head into the basement at all. Still, the idea of not having to wash her clothes in her sink again called to her and eventually she decided that, if nothing else, she would at least wash her two shirts.
Stripping out of the t-shirt she was wearing, she pulled her hoodie on so she wouldn't be indecent and, picking up the two t-shirts, ventured out to the elevator. She hurried passed the bar before finding her way to the laundry room. She heaved a sigh of relief at finding it empty, although it was obvious by the way one of the dryers was going that someone had already been there. Dropping her shirts into a washer, she added the detergent and turned the machine on. With nothing to do but wait, she hopped up onto the washer she was using. Sure, there were chairs, but she had a better view of the door this way. Lazily knocking the heels of her tennis shoes against the washer, she tucked one hand into the pocket of her hoodie, fingers curling around the knife she had stashed there. She knew she was being paranoid, but considering the laundry room was right next to a bar, and there were probably other inmates in there right now getting drunk, she didn't really care.
Setting: Laundry Room, around noon
When Alice read the notice that the basement was accessible, she was excited for all of five seconds before she realized there was one minor flaw in her plan to wash her clothes. She only had the one set of clothes, plus the t-shirt Rusty was letting her borrow, and she wasn't willing to go naked until her clothes finished. That realization put a bit of a damper on things, and she had almost decided that she simply wasn't going to head into the basement at all. Still, the idea of not having to wash her clothes in her sink again called to her and eventually she decided that, if nothing else, she would at least wash her two shirts.
Stripping out of the t-shirt she was wearing, she pulled her hoodie on so she wouldn't be indecent and, picking up the two t-shirts, ventured out to the elevator. She hurried passed the bar before finding her way to the laundry room. She heaved a sigh of relief at finding it empty, although it was obvious by the way one of the dryers was going that someone had already been there. Dropping her shirts into a washer, she added the detergent and turned the machine on. With nothing to do but wait, she hopped up onto the washer she was using. Sure, there were chairs, but she had a better view of the door this way. Lazily knocking the heels of her tennis shoes against the washer, she tucked one hand into the pocket of her hoodie, fingers curling around the knife she had stashed there. She knew she was being paranoid, but considering the laundry room was right next to a bar, and there were probably other inmates in there right now getting drunk, she didn't really care.