stockercontrol (stockercontrol) wrote in taariq, @ 2008-05-07 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | castor, sarah |
Laundry day! Whose wearing granny pants?!
Who:Castor and Open
What:Doing laundry!
Where:Laundry room
When:10:12
Warnings: none
Summary: ...
Castor was currently sat on a dryer. It wasn’t turned on, this time. But it wouldn’t be the first time that poor dryer had been abused by any of the crew when it had an uneven load in it. But right now he was attempting to get some old clothes people were going to throw away in to something new and decent looking for the survivors. He frowned and sighed. He’d just wear the silly patchy clothes and give away some more of his shirts. Most hadn’t a change of clothing and so he had to make people share! He had a pile next to him that Farah had donated though, but he knew it just gave her an excuse when she got back to go shopping. He hadn’t known she’d had so many clothes in truth though when he’d walked in. But there was a fair few to go around now. At least for people to have about three outfits each at least. He was also trying to make a few skirts for little Roxie too. So he sat, sewing waiting for the washer to start gurgling so he could take out the load of his own clothes, some of which he thought may fit Julian. A few of his t-shirts and shirts could fit the ladies as well. Ox and Nox though were a lot bigger than he was and he didn’t think they’d want to borrow his clothes. It would make them look quite ridiculous. His t-shirts would end up half tee’s on them. He’d have to see if Brody had any shirts they could borrow, he was more similar in size to them.
Monday’s were never fun for Castor. But you do what you have to in this life. Less often you get to do what you want to. Today was laundry day and as per usual he found himself having to be Mother and remind people they needed to wash their clothes! He had the tokens out on the table and the little laundry room had piles of clothes here there and everywhere of various peoples. They did it on one specific day on long journeys to limit the amount of power used. He held up an old shirt that had been Zip’s and was quite pleased with the patch work he’d managed for it. It didn’t look too silly and besides it was only for a while that they’d have to wear this stuff.
He sighed looking at his watch. Would he have to do everyone’s laundry again? He didn’t have time! Though of course he would. Because he was Mother to the crew and had to look after them all. “Ah!” He hissed and started to suck his index finger. “Gmmm eegdle..” He mumbled around his finger.