[LAUNDRY DAY]

[cakeordeathnote]

[ladies and gentlemen! if you direct your attention to a small room down the hall, you will find one (1) laundry room containing one (1) scrawny panda man who is seated on top of the dryer, like so. the washer to the right is whirring and shaking which can only mean one thing...

...today? is laundry day. well. that would explain why he's in just

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[gamesonthebrain]

*peers into this room, it is noisy but not from people talking... skinny half-naked guy on top of dryer? intrigued! has been wearing these clothes for a while longer than he'd like to, as well*

... *steps in and glances around, then at dryer-guy, little grin* Is this a private washing machine or can anybody use it?

[cakeordeathnote]

[the upside to being trapped in a mansion of OCD whacks is that at least it'll always be clean!]

[still has his eyes shut, but clearly listening]

No, they're communal as far as I'm aware. If not...I do doubt anyone here will object to cleanliness.

[gamesonthebrain]

That's good then. I'm getting tired of dirty clothes. *strips down to striped boxer-briefs and settles beside washing machine, will wait until Mr. Meditation's done with it*

[cakeordeathnote]

[looks over]

We will be running a second load after this-- a demonstration round to show others how to use the machine. And to cut down on laundry room traffic. Killing two birds with one stone, you could say.

[gamesonthebrain]

...Now that you mention it, I haven't done laundry in a year. Wonder if it's like riding a bike.

[cakeordeathnote]

One certainly hopes you can't crash a washing machine. Perhaps we should be wearing helmets?

[this tone would be joking, coming from somone with better control of inflection.]

[gamesonthebrain]

I'll put one on if you can find one. *goes along with it, assumes he's joking!*

[cakeordeathnote]

Mmm.