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[favorsthebrave]

WHO: Luck (favorsthebrave) and Clover (fourleafwords)
WHERE: The MAC's laundry room.
WHEN: Friday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Twenty-first-century technology: 2. Luck Gandor: 0.
FORMAT: Para at least to start with.

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[fourleafwords]

She'd only popped downstairs for a bottle of water - no way was she drinking anything that came out of the taps in this place, especially after that day when it started crying at her to not let it go down the drain, it was so rusted and gross down there. To be perfectly honest, Clover didn't much like going anywhere by herself, but a three minute trip to the vending machine wouldn't be that bad, right

[favorsthebrave]

Luck wasn't actually in the middle of doing violence upon the washing machine, although Clover may be forgiven for coming to that conclusion considering the sounds and his vaguely disheveled, disgruntled, shirtsleeved appearance. When he stepped back from the machine and looked toward her, however, the machine kept on whanging along on its own.

He started to speak, only to grimace and turn back long enough to lift the washer's lid - gingerly, like he half expected something to be flung out of it at him - interrupting the spin cycle and letting it thump its way to a stop.

Then he turned back to regard Clover, very wryly. "I was led to believe it was a laundry machine," he said, in tones that made it clear he was no longer convinced.

[fourleafwords]

For the moment, Clover had the advantage. It was true that her appearance and dress were about as subtle as an erupting volcano-she had a head of voluminous, cotton candy hair with bubblegum streaks tied up in pigtails, for starters. Her baggy coat - at least four sizes too large for her frame - hung down nearly as far down as the lower hem of her skirt, which was not far at all. The latter could have been mistaken for a large belt. Her thighs practically stretched down to Georgia. Despite just how unforgettable she looked however, Clover was not the one of the two of them that had broadcast oneself with video; at his first glance her way, she recognized this man

[favorsthebrave]

Luck regarded Clover steadily as she approached... or at least, he did until he noticed how short her skirt was. Ahem. Then he turned his attention back to the washer, giving it an aggrieved look. It hadn't seemed that complicated.

"It seems my first mistake was trying to wash my own clothes," he said, with a bit of a sigh. "A problem that could have been avoided if they'd bothered to leave anyone in charge of this laundry."