Laundry Room, Wednesday Afternoon
Topher was sitting on top of a laundry machine, flicking buttons and knobs while someone else's laundry was getting washed. It was a fairly simple mechanism, as far as he could tell. Not too complicated or anything. Of course, he'd never tried to use one. He wasn't particularly bothered with the idea of interrupting the cycle of whoever's clothes were being washed, because this was all in the name of science and it therefore trumped personal clothes-having. Naturally.
Hmm. What would happen if he changed it from whites to colors? Well, only one way to find out, he guessed.
On the machine next to him, he'd laid out a series of fairly meticulously folded clothes. And one girl's shirt that did not belong to him and had a curious stain on it. You... probably didn't want to know what that was about.
No, really. You didn't.
[[Topher's here for Ben, but it's an open laundry room! And if you want it to be your character's clothes that he's messing up, that is all the funnier! Clothes owner has been arranged!]]
Hmm. What would happen if he changed it from whites to colors? Well, only one way to find out, he guessed.
On the machine next to him, he'd laid out a series of fairly meticulously folded clothes. And one girl's shirt that did not belong to him and had a curious stain on it. You... probably didn't want to know what that was about.
No, really. You didn't.
[[Topher's here for Ben, but it's an open laundry room! And if you want it to be your character's clothes that he's messing up, that is all the funnier! Clothes owner has been arranged!]]