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Rose hadn't gone up to the second floor of the hotel, yet. She'd wanted to, because she was curious, but really, all the talk about people who had been eaten killed any desire she had to check it out, until things were cleaned up and fully investigated. She knew the people in Eden well enough now to know that the people who were up there knew what they were doing when it came to unusual deaths.
And that was fine by her, for the moment, she had other things she could be doing. For one, the electricity was on, which meant that the washing machines should be working.
Since she didn't much fancy washing her clothes by hand, this was a Very Good Thing.
However, the machines were a bit disgusting, and in need of a good scrub-down. She wished she'd thought of it sooner, but initially when she'd arrived, cleaning up machines that didn't even work had been far from her mind.
So, anyone looking for a particular blonde Londoner can find her in the laundry room, on her hands and knees scrubbing the grime from the inside of the dryer, utilizing cleaning supplies she'd managed to dig out of the store.
And that was fine by her, for the moment, she had other things she could be doing. For one, the electricity was on, which meant that the washing machines should be working.
Since she didn't much fancy washing her clothes by hand, this was a Very Good Thing.
However, the machines were a bit disgusting, and in need of a good scrub-down. She wished she'd thought of it sooner, but initially when she'd arrived, cleaning up machines that didn't even work had been far from her mind.
So, anyone looking for a particular blonde Londoner can find her in the laundry room, on her hands and knees scrubbing the grime from the inside of the dryer, utilizing cleaning supplies she'd managed to dig out of the store.