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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:40 pm
Ahhh, laundry day. Bonnie looked forward to it every time. As boring as it sounded, the grunt had fun doing it. How, some might ask? Well, it was simple. Laundry was relaxing. Washing clothes gave her a break from having to deal with the drama of every day life. There were no higher-ups in the laundry room - actually...there was no one in the laundry room. Just her, the washers and dryers, and her pidgey.
"This is nice, isn't it, Cyclone?"
The little bird pokemon, who was perched contently on her shoulder, ruffled his feathers in agreement. On laundry day, which just so happened to be Sunday, both Bonnie and Cyclone could spend private time together. The two of them even had their own little routine going on. The first load goes in, then comes out. Then, while the second one is drying, they would have lunch in the laundry room, and then finish their chores. After that, the rest of the day was theirs' for the taking.
It was just one of those days. Bonnie plopped into one of the few chairs after putting in her first load and let out a sigh. There would probably be some sort of mission tomorrow, more than likely. Great, just great. Oh, well - time to savor her relaxation time while it lasted.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 2:42 am
 That sort of time never lasted as long as it should. A few minutes later, the buzzer on a dryer went off and its rhythmic thumping slowed, with soft pings and pops as the metal started to cool. A tall blonde man in jeans and a t-shirt walked in not long after, toting a half-full laundry basket with a Pikachu riding on top of the pile of uniforms with one paw around a bottle of detergent. Switch eyed Bonnie and Cyclone, then scrambled up his human's arm and onto his shoulder as he set the basket down on top of the dryer and opened the door. The electric mouse's whiskers twitched as he waited for the load to stop tumbling. Noticing the other Rocket and her second load yet to be washed, Hayes gave her a smile and motioned to a quiet washer with a flick of his thumb. "Hi. You good if I use this one?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:31 pm
Bonnie raised an eyebrow and blinked in surprise. It was apparent that she hadn't expected anyone else to show up. No one ever showed up while she was doing laundry. Well, not until today, at least. Guess there was a first time for everything.
To answer his question, the persimmon-haired grunt just shrugged. She then leaned back in her chair and set Cyclone on her lap. Why would she care if she used the washer? It didn't matter to her. There were plenty of them, and he was free to do what he wanted.
"I don't care."
Cyclone, though he usually waited patiently to get his feathers preened at this time, was otherwise preoccupied. He tilted his head, staring at Switch intently. He was certainly a different pikachu; never had he seen one with green eyes. It was nice, though. Perhaps they could become friends.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:38 pm
The less than friendly reply didn't see to phase the other Rocket. He just nodded, swung the top of the washer open with a "Great; thanks." and began loading clothes in - mostly grunt-level uniforms, but also the odd dark shirt and pairs of boxers. Feeling watched, Switch glanced Cyclone's way, but his attention was on the dryer. The tumbler managed one last slow rotation, and then the electric mouse was on the ground in a flash and burrowing into the warm pile of clothes inside. For a moment he disappeared; then his nose appeared from a sleeve and he took a better look at Cyclone, cheeks sparking as they absorbed static electricity. "You're better than dryer sheets." Hayes measured the detergent, tossed in a missed sock, and started the machine. "Just wait 'til they're in the basket, right?" "Chuu," his clean laundry muttered, then "Pika!" when Hayes started disturbing the nest to fold and sort. "Sorry, buddy." The grunt suppressed a laugh and kept going.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 1:25 pm
Now Switch definitely had Cyclone's attention. He seemed to lean in closer after the mouse pokemon hopped into the dryer. He had hopped into the dryer! The pidgey could never do that! It'd be too warm and scary. Open spaces and large expanses were more his thing, not tight and enclosed ones.
"Your pikachu," Bonnie couldn't help but remark, "he's really cute."
Right as she said that, her own dryer seemed to stop. The female grunt then got up and took out her clothes. Lying the pile in the basket, Cyclone would scoop down, pick up a piece of clothing and hold it while he fluttered in the air. Bonnie would then proceed to take it and fold it, doing this until all of her articles of clothing were neatly folded. Teamwork always made things go faster.
"My name is Bonnie, and this is Cyclone, my pidgey."
It was time to get the ball rolling, and now Bonnie didn't seem to mind about making a new friend.
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