Candice could imagine a lot of worse things to be stuck doing than laundry duty. Was if fun or exciting? Not really? Was she likely to get killed? Also not likely. Still it was something to do, at the very least. The normalcy of it was comforting. She didn't mind the reprieve from the dying.
She would not ever say she had much skills in laundering. Candice was often lazy and uninterested that she skimped out on even separating her clothes properly. Though her uniform got special treatment, and so she decided to try and extend it's lifespan. There was no way she'd start wearing the inmate scrubs.
Candice never measured much and was more into eyeballing it as a form of measurement. She did try and not over-pour the detergent because she knew that excess could damage clothes over time. She was pretty close, and satisfied, poured it in. She might have used a little too much, but they'd just be extra clean! Besides it smelled nice, and that was something she missed, fresh air and clean smells. She was perpetually covered in that prison smell.
She kept the same loose pouring methods for the rest of her load. The constant whir of machines was grating, and she wanted to hear the roar of conversation more. It made her feel less alone. At least she was with others and alive. How long would she be content with that? They were just waiting it out at this point. Resources would run out, as well as people. They would run out of patience and sanity. It was a slow end. Her machine beeped and she pulled out her clothes, a fresh clean sent wafting from them. Candice was pretty happy with them, and everything looked clean so she'd say it was a job well done.
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2. A little too much detergent was used. +2
3. Some extra was spilled into the load. +2
3. Full cup of the stuff! +2
= 6
1 bar gained!
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