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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:17 pm
The day was going rather well so far. She'd finished the bookkeeping for last month, with the ledger was safely in the mail to her parents. The potions essay that was due next month now had a completed outline, to be filled in once they actually covered the relevant topics in class. And best of all, she'd finally finished her latest book, To Kill a Sorcerer. It was turning out to be a rather good day, indeed.
All she had left on the agenda was to finish her laundry which, by her calculations, had finished their spin cycle approximately two minutes ago. Pushing open the door to the communal laundry room with her basket, she noticed with satisfaction that the washing machine she'd picked out had indeed just finished. She opened the door and looked down the line for an open dryer. Seeing none, she frowned and looked down the line the other way. And back up the line again. And down the line once more.
How was is possible all of the dryers had been taken? And from the looks of the timers, not one appeared to be due to stop within the next 20 minutes. Starting to panic, she looked down at her clothes, then back up at the line of dryers. She simply couldn't wait that long. Even now, bacteria and mold were coming to rest in the damp folds of her clothes, multiplying and growing...creating that disgusting musty smell she'd have to wash her clothes yet again to get rid of. That was the choice wasn't it? Let bacteria infest her clothing, or spend the money to wash her clothes again. Her pocketed wallet burned against her side at the impossible choice...
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:32 pm
Some chores were just required to get by as a person. One of those was the joy of washing clothes. It hadn’t been so bad at home where she could get to it just involved going half way down the hall but here it required a complete change of floors! After the first two times, Zedena had discovered that the best way to deal with her dislike of it (and not completely forget about her wet under garments) was to take a book with her and sit outside for an hour and relax. Now, as she felt a sudden change in the placement of the sun on her skin, the young woman knew it was time. She had done this weekly and normally at the same time. It was predictable to know when an hour had passed now.
Snapping her book shut, Zedena stood and walked back in towards the laundry room. Looking up, those green eyes caught a glance of someone’s jet black hair walking in before. Do not take the last dryer. You will have to pay double. Zedena warned to no one but herself.
Slipping in just as the door closed, she eyed the same girl. Skilled in the means of watching someone without being noticed, she kept one eye on the other being while grabbing her basket. It was on the third pass that Zedena gave in. “Something wrong with the dryers?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 6:17 pm
Falys started at the sudden voice intruding her thoughts. Bright green hair flashed in the corner of her eye and she turned, blinking in surprise. "No, they all appear to be in working condition... It just seems that someone has taken them all." She failed to keep an angry grumble out of her voice, and cast the line of dryers a baleful look. For a moment, she wondered if this new arrival was somehow the perpetrator, but immediately dismissed the idea as ludicrous. Why would she come back when none of the dryers were even close to finishing?
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and sucked in a breath. There had to be a solution. One way or another, she would save her clothes from bacteria. "I don't suppose you know where there might be another washroom?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 6:01 pm
Zedena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All in use? How could that be when none of the washers had been in use before she even…
The thought wasn’t even worth finishing. What logic was there in a place of magic? Little to none.
At first she ignored the question, going instead to the washing machine where her own clothes were and starting to retreave them. Yet she too needed a dryer. Pants were not meant to be air dried.
“Sadly, I do not. Unless you mean a bathroom and then it’s just down the hall. But I am pretty sure this is the only public laundry room in the dorms.” She gave a sigh as she dropped the clothes into her basket. “You wouldn’t happen to be able to get into the teacher’s area would you? I believe they have one.”
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