Laundromat.

Aug 26th, 2013 05:56 PM

There are a lot of people that are well off enough to never wash their laundry with the hoi polloi, and on occasion Rhesus wished that she was one of those types. It wasn’t often though, because it was somewhat akin to being a cab driver or a nurse in the trauma ward of a city hospital; you couldn’t help but see the spectrum of humanity in all of its glory. She was currently watching a young man stuffing his clothes in the washer with all the joy of a man dragging corpses from a battlefield, and the little woman guessed that she could smell his crunchy socks from the length of the building if she wanted to try such an experiment.

She peered at the trash can to the side of her and ignored the yammering of the old analog television that was bolted unto the ceiling, the remote control hanging by an industrial strength chain from the looks of it, something that would probably pull the TV down from its moorings before giving up its grip from the remote, but that wasn’t nearly as fascinating as the articles of clothing that various people gave the fuck up on. Piss stains. Skid marks. There was a Philadelphia Eagles shirt with dried blood on it, along with several holes that made Rhesus think of knife fights. Then there the minor atrocities such as olive oil stains, coffee, house paint, and the hair some goddamn dog shed…

The man, a student most likely, barely out of boyhood – he’s met by a cute lad with bangs and hipster glasses, and Rhesus squints as the heady mist of lust forms between the two. Lovers, no doubt, and they care barely keep their hands off of each other but they manage it thanks to Rhesus and her overall look, the visage of a woman that obviously ate a small mountain of pills in order to be sane enough to tie her shoes. “The bathroom,” Cute Hipster says, giving Rhesus a curdled dairy product look, sour and yellow, and Crusty Socks doesn’t say anything but he smiles, grabs a pair of undies for some arcane reason and leads his beau into the bathroom; from the glimpse that she got from it the thing looked tiny.

Then the flimsy door shuts and locks, and for the moment Rhesus is all alone with the television.

Sep 6th, 2013 10:09 AM

Jack strolled into the laundromat, hefting a bin liner filled with sour smelling clothing, one of the downsides of being behind a bar as it turns out was being ground zero for whatever happened when someone had a little too much, hence the stink of dried vomit filling the air around him. He poured the clothes from the bag into a machine, filled it with powder and spare change and set it running. He turned and looked closer at the woman he had seen out of the corner of his eye coming in. Oh god, it's her. He didn't really mind Rhesus, but the fact that a conversation with her left him with the feeling that he needed a translator and she needed a room with padded walls.
" Hi, sorry I didn't see you there." Distracted by the syrupy sacchirine flow of emotion leaking through the door to the bathroom he looks at the door he shakes his head. " Well I don't think there going to be disturbing us for the moment, so how are you?"

**RebornSeas** · Sep 8th, 2013 09:04 PM

Nevada hated laundry. Less the actual cleaning process, and more that it required action on her part, combined with how horribly exhausting it was to drag her laundry bag, detergent, and softener down to the basement to do it.

Let alone today. No, today... the Washer and Dryer that normally sat eager for use down in the basement were out of order. OUT OF ORDER even. And like the Washer and Dryer, she Broke down. For an embarrassing half-hour before picking herself up, washing the runs of Mascara off her cheeks and preparing to go Outside.

All her hoodies were dirty. Which meant going upstairs to find that ugly hooded poncho that had been given to her for last Christmas (It was Garish enough that she choose against hardening her mask - in tones of white, off-white, and silver it didn't look like a Christmas tree throwing up a rainbow, and although it was most unlikely to come across other Lost, at least she didn't need to see it). It also meant hunting down quarters - she barely managed to find five dollar's worth - and Sunscreen.

Preparations complete, she called a cab, and got it to drive her to a laundry mat. It was, she realized once she got there, NOT the closest one to her apartment. She paid anyway, and dragged her laundry and supplies into it. They were not any of her business, provided they didn't come at her for anything. If they did, she would try to disappear in the streets outside.

And 'Lo: Other Lost. At least they wouldn't need to see the hideousness of her poncho, though the solid whiteness of her figure might catch a look. She sighed, brought the clothes to the washer. Then saw the prices. Well, there goes three loads. She put her darks and colors into the machine, added detergent and softner and inserted the quarters...

It didn't start. "Nononono, please work." She read the instructions again, hoping she had just missed a step, or could get her quarters back. "Please just work." Tears were coming to her eyes and then she got sight of the two 'Lings again It wouldn't do to show her distress

2 suxx to Look like she isn't panicking

She took a breath and bottled everything in. She was fine, she'd figure this out.

Sep 9th, 2013 05:47 PM

Rhesus turned to look at where the familiar voice came from, along with the sudden stink of vomit by way of well drinks, cheap booze and a lack of wisdom. So she turns, looks at the man, and Christ if she looks the same as before, just like the color or your skin or eyes, or hair for that matter, just a batshit madwoman at the coin op. She turned her head to the side and cupped her ear with her hand towards the door, where muffled grunts and a soft banging could be heard.

She chuckled, and put a finger to her lips. “I’m wine enough, Jack… thank you for asking. It would seem that we will drink deep, like fine fine… never thought that such a thing would happen in a place like this grimy soap bar. I wonder what sort of fetish that is, or this is… y’blow?” Rhesus jerked a thumb at the bathroom, shrugged her shoulders, and turned her head to look at the albino that seemed to be having a problem with her machine.

Her fingers twittered, wriggled as if she couldn’t wait to get her hands on something, quickly at first, and then they slowed to a fifth of their original speed as Rhesus slid over to the albino and looked up at the woman. “It might eat the money but I don’t think that it’s a pig. Piggy bank. The ceramic thing that’s something of a cliché? Right, that thing.”

She ran her fingers through her hair and nodded.

Then a pause.

“You are a dreamy thing.”

Sep 10th, 2013 03:27 PM

Well that wasn't so bad, its not her fault that laughter's like fingernails down a fucking blackboard for me He thought. Finding that Rhesuses odd ways of speaking was actually a little interesting now he'd sort of gotten the hang of it, a bit like one of those quick crossword things. Standing by himself as he looked the albino over, albinos he was willing to agree were just ordinary people, but ones who went around dressed up in what seemed to be an oversized white lampshade were probably not those with the firmest grip on reality. He couldn't talk really, hell, he was just lucky that some mess of a junkie hadn't looked to closely at his shadow while he's behind the bar, last time that happened the place he was working in got smashed up by some nutcase shouting about monsters from the other side of the mirror.

He went over and lent on one of the thrumming machines, and tried to engage with this new arrival, hoping that he could counterbalance how unnerving Rhesus could be to people who hadn't gotten used to her own little brand of eccentricity." Guess you haven't been here before, that one's always a bit stuborn to get going, just have to know where to knock it." He slams his palm into the machine just below and to the right of the coin slot, this makes the washer make a distressing noise.

OOC: does it work or not? Your choice.

**RebornSeas** · Sep 10th, 2013 07:19 PM

The Albino glanced down to the oddly-speaking woman, not sure what to say. "I'm... not sure if there's enough similarities to make that comparison?"

She moves out of the way and nods at the man's assessment. then when the machine starts making that horrible noise she jumps back three feet. "GAAAH!"

Sep 11th, 2013 06:17 PM

“You object to my subjective opinion? I suppose what shows modesty on door part. No, wait… you were talking about the washy assembly of interconnected components arranged to transmit or modify force in order to perform useful work, yes? Yes.” Rhesus gave the albino what she thought was a winning smile and nodded just before the washing machine started to churn and wheeze. It seemed to startle the albino and it didn’t do any favors for Rhesus either.

Her eyes went to the bathroom door for a moment, now a soft steady thumping to go with the sickly sweet emotions that radiated outward like a space heater. “At flecce there is bat,” she muttered, drinking deep; any port in the storm when it came to emotional harvesting.

Cautious, her eyes went back to the noisy machine and gave it a gentle poke with a sneakered foot.

**RebornSeas** · Sep 11th, 2013 10:51 PM

Nevada nodded to confirm Rhesus's conclusion that she'd been speaking of the Washing machine and piggy banks. Of course, after they both jump slightly at the horrible noise it starts to make, she adds, "Th-though perhaps the components aren't arranged well enough to do useful work? Th-that sound bad."

She turns to the Silver man leaking alcohol to ask for advice with the machines, but realizes she didn't know their names. "Err, Thank you, Mr...? I- I'm Nevada Neige. And um..." She raised an eyebrow to Rhesus, woundering if she'd give a name too.

Sep 12th, 2013 01:34 PM

"I'm Jack, sorry 'bout that, that thing isn't very kind on the ears" He said by way of introduction, finding the screeching that came from the washer brutal on his ears, but he had elevated faking nonchalance to an art form. Now that he was up close he could tell that she was a changling, the washing machines gleaming when they hadn't been cleaned for half a decade was a hell of a clue after all. " Don't need to thank me, think of it as karma, you come to clean your clothes in a hole like this, you deserve something to make it a bit less shitty." The corners of his mouth tilted upwards momenentarily in the closest he could come to a reasuring smile.

Sep 12th, 2013 06:28 PM

“Rhesus.”

The little woman looked at the albino and nodded, jumping on one of the washers and taking a seat, her heels thumping on the front of the machine, and she looked like an overly large crazy kid instead of a rather small crazy woman for a moment. “Uneven, that there is this knot of oddity, the few of us here in this space… barring the two boys in the closed space, if you follow thee.” She looked at the offending washer with the horrendous noise for about a half of a minute, and then turned to look at the others.

“Are we worried about the lost lucre? There might be a car in the thing that I can use to fret the shiny you put in there.”

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-09-08 20:31:10		Nevada Neige rolls 10 to Manip+Sub+SkillSpec+Mantle+SL2 (10 Again)		1, 10, 3, 4, 3, 7, 5, 3, 8, 3, 5		2 successes

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