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Laundry day
Characters: Harmony Kendall and Roy Miller
Rating: PG for now
Trigger Warnings: Possible vampire stuff
Location: The apartment building's basement laundromat
Day and Time: Saturday 25 June, afternoon
Status:PM to join Completed
Harmony was doing her laundry. Only a small proportion of the wardrobe of clothes she'd built up at the castle had come through with her to her new apartment, which was a nightmare, because the only clothes store in town was the supermarket and that only had a couple of rows of clothes that Harmony wouldn't be seen dead in. Or undead. Whatever. Anyway, she'd run out of smalls and decided that if she was going to have to spend time in that disgusting laundry room in the basement, she might as well wash everything. Well, everything she could. What she was going to do with the things that needed dry-cleaning, she had no idea!
She'd spent the duration of the washing cycle hanging around in the laundromat, because those were pretty much her only clothes and she'd have to go naked if someone stole them, and, since she had to be there anyway, she'd had a half-hearted go at clearing up some of the rubbish cluttering up the room, mainly because sitting there staring at it had been even more depressing than trying to do something about it. By the time the machine pinged its completion, all the rubbish was at least in a pile in the darkest corner of the room. Humming with satisfaction, Harmony unloaded her laundry and bunged most of it into one of the driers, then began to peg up her lacey underwear (too delicate for a great galumphing drier like that!) on the line she'd carefully cleaned and then hooked back up again across the end of the room.
Rating: PG for now
Trigger Warnings: Possible vampire stuff
Location: The apartment building's basement laundromat
Day and Time: Saturday 25 June, afternoon
Status:
Harmony was doing her laundry. Only a small proportion of the wardrobe of clothes she'd built up at the castle had come through with her to her new apartment, which was a nightmare, because the only clothes store in town was the supermarket and that only had a couple of rows of clothes that Harmony wouldn't be seen dead in. Or undead. Whatever. Anyway, she'd run out of smalls and decided that if she was going to have to spend time in that disgusting laundry room in the basement, she might as well wash everything. Well, everything she could. What she was going to do with the things that needed dry-cleaning, she had no idea!
She'd spent the duration of the washing cycle hanging around in the laundromat, because those were pretty much her only clothes and she'd have to go naked if someone stole them, and, since she had to be there anyway, she'd had a half-hearted go at clearing up some of the rubbish cluttering up the room, mainly because sitting there staring at it had been even more depressing than trying to do something about it. By the time the machine pinged its completion, all the rubbish was at least in a pile in the darkest corner of the room. Humming with satisfaction, Harmony unloaded her laundry and bunged most of it into one of the driers, then began to peg up her lacey underwear (too delicate for a great galumphing drier like that!) on the line she'd carefully cleaned and then hooked back up again across the end of the room.