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MCA laundry room- Thursday late afternoon

Rey had gone off with Summer to Coruscant to help her get set up there... and got back just in time for Jello to fall from the sky. Which was sort of weirdly perfect and also annoying, so she'd sent a text and gone home.

And now she was downstairs in the laundry room with wet hair after a shower and different clothes, shoving the clothes she had been wearing in a machine. If anyone else wanted to get in on this otherwise very small load, now was the time.

[I need fluff. Open for replies and anyone who'd be in the MCA laundry room!]

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Oh hey, here came Beau in jeans and a tank top, stalking into the laundry room with water still occasionally dripping from the stray locks of her still-damp hair and her usual robes balled up and stuck under one arm.

"Awwww, man, this is bullshit," she grumbled, not to anyone in particular.

[Gonna be slow today but I had to.]

"It really is," Rey agreed, sighing. "Want to throw that in?"

“Oh, yeah, that’d be cool, yeah,” Beau said, “‘cause I didn’t have any other laundry to do right now.”

Partly because she didn’t own that many clothes, but details.

“It’s not going to, like, run or anything, if you’re worried about that,” she added. “It’s — it’s like real high quality dyes and stuff.”

"Hadn't actually thought about that," admitted the girl who stuck to neutrals, holding the washer door open. "But it's good to know. Though if this doesn't come out I'd need new clothes anyway."

She might not end up wearing the white in Fandom much when she got that.

“I don’t usually think about it either,” Beau said with a brief, sarcastic chuckle. “Most of my shit’s blue anyway, so it all kind of matches, right? Though you know, we could always take this as an excuse to pick up a couple more new sets of clothes, because why the hell not.”

Because yeah, the white was probably not going to stay that way long with the weather here.

"I won't be home for a while to do that," she said.

Rey was maybe a little hardwired towards what she was used to. Though she should expand her horizons, because laundry strikes happened.

“No, I meant like clothes from around here,” Beau clarified, indicating her own outfit. (There was not much of that tank top, admittedly, because sleeves were bullshit and also she didn’t put all this work into those abs to cover them up, okay?) “It’s kinda useful sometimes, like if you need to blend in on the mainland. Or, like, in an emergency. Just saying.”

Like laundry strikes, yeah.

"I guess. I'm not sure I can get clothes and furniture in one week."

Yes, she was joking. She wasn't that bad.

“Yeah, dude, that’s like a lot of commitment,” Beau said, totally deadpan but with a slight smile.

"Furniture is, the clothes might actually help," Rey allowed. "And I might hate doing laundry."

Probably because she did it so much.

“Doesn’t everybody, though?” Beau pointed out. “It’s way easier here than it would be in the Empire, and it’s still the fucking worst.”

. . . not that Empire, but it wouldn’t have occurred to her to clarify.

Yeah, Rey had to blink at that. "The Empire?"

“Yeah, the —“ Oh. Right. “The Dwendalian Empire, sorry. Habit. It’s where I’m from. It’s like — plumbing and electricity and shit don’t really exist there.”

So that was actually a relief!

"What do you have to do for this there?" Rey wondered.

It was still a pretty shitty empire though, with its limited list of legally approved religions and all that.

"I mean, I didn't," Beau replied, because what was the point of having money like her family did if you were going to do your own chores, "but it was all hands on all the time. You couldn't just, like, throw it in the machine and go have lunch or whatever."

"What did you have to do that it was so busy?" Rey asked.

Well, shit. Beau really didn't want to have to talk about her parents being rich assholes who had people to do that for them, but she had been an observant kid.

"I mean . . . " She boosted herself up to take a seat on top of one of the machines, one leg dangling over the edge and the other tucked up against her chest. "A lot of scrubbing. A lot. No fancy ass detergents. I mean there's soap, but it's not specially formulated to lift grease stains and clean up your house while it's at it or whatever. Hot water, usually. And all that shit is heavy when it's wet, and you have to do it by hand, so thank fuck for the spin cycle, right?"

Kamordah was still a pretty remote town, for all that it was affluent, so it took a while for things like gnomish technology advances to get there.

Beau considered for a second.

"That said, fitted sheets are going to be a fucking pain in the ass no matter what, probably."

"I've figured those out here," Rey admitted.

Because of course she had.

She didn't even have anything to put a fitted sheet on right now, but she'd learned some things from the dorms.

“Seriously?” Beau looked incredibly affronted by this, but that was because patience was something that tried very hard not to exist in the same space as her if at all possible. "Well, that's just unfair."

She wasn't actually taking it all that hard. She just had to whine sometimes.

"It's a little tricky, but you just..."

What followed were a series of gestures, miming what to do with an actual fitted sheet, which probably made sense only if you already knew how to fold one.

Yeah, Beau's approach to fitted sheets was to make two attempts at folding them, inevitably give up, and then just roll that shit up into a ball and toss it in the linen closet.

Which was why she just nodded along with that series of gestures, putting in an occasional "uh huh" or "wow" and comprehending exactly none of it.

~~For the record, Beau was correct.~~

"It just takes practice," Rey finished, dropping her hands.

"Sure. I mean, everything does, basically," Beau said, "but I feel like this is a diminishing returns kind of situation here, you know? Nah, but that's dope, though, that you're like an expert on it."

She tapped a finger against her lips. "How about you, what's laundry like where you're from?"

"Desert planet," Rey answered. "Very little water, and you have to work very hard to get it. So if you care then you're careful, and you're mostly stuck spot cleaning. I brought back a lot of Tide pens."

Beau was kind of grimacing at the idea of that much sand, but she nodded.

"Makes sense, yeah. If I ever have to go back to Exandria --" not home, because nearly all the people she cared about were here -- "I might have to take a page out of your book. Those things fuckin' work. I kinda wasn't expecting it, like I thought it was an obvious marketing gimmick, but nah, they really do."

"They do. I also had a lot of little tricks I looked up and tested out before I left," she said. "As long term solutions they're not great, but they help."

It wasn't so much that Beau cared about keeping up some kind of immaculate appearance, because please, as it was some vague sense of obligation to keep her Cobalt Soul vestments presentable. Which was weird and kind of irrational but whatever.

"I might have to hit you up for some of those," she said, idly swinging her foot back and forth a bit, lightly kicking the machine each time. "Like, if we figure out a way and I have to go back, I mean." Her tone was mostly neutral, but there was just enough of a grumble in it for someone to deduce that she really didn't want to.

"So, like, desert planet. Is there anything to do there? For fun?"

"No," Rey said, pretty much immediately. "You have to keep yourself entertained. I scrounged up enough to do that, luckily, but mostly you work, and then get home before dark, and then probably set yourself up to work tomorrow."

"Oh, man. Yeah." Beau made a bit of a pained face at that, an awkward and not terribly effective attempt at being sympathetic because honestly, she looked kind of like she was constipated. (Which she was, emotionally, so.) Plus this was making her think of the people living and working in the fields just outside of Zadash, a little bit. "What was your go-to for keeping yourself entertained?"

And Rey wasn't bothered at all by this; it was just what she did.

"I had scavenged an old computer off a ship," she said, smiling. "There were maps, a flight simulator, things to read... it was old, but there was so much information on it."

Sure, Rey. Get Beau’s secret nerd side interested, why don’t you, however unknowingly.

“Kind of like a time capsule,” she suggested, looking intrigued despite her best efforts. “Anything you could use? Or just kind of a historical thing?”

"All of it was a learning tool," Rey admitted, "but the simulator was how I learned to fly a real ship."

“Nice,” said Beau, this time clearly genuine about it. Hey, she was a big fan of independent study. “Like, a space ship kind of ship?”

Skyships weren’t exactly commonly available, but they did exist in Exandria. So she had to clarify.

"Yeah. I'm still new at the real thing, though," Rey said, like she wasn't scary good at it. "Do you not have those?"

No judgment, Earth didn't.

There was a definite "you're kidding, right?" vibe to the way Beau laughed at that.

"I've heard of some ships that are powered by magic and can fly, but I think they're pretty rare," she said. "That's the closest we come, and I'm pretty sure they can't fly that high."

Because, you know, oxygen.

"This place is, like, way ahead of us in terms of technology."

Which, considering how far behind the GFFA Earth still was, probably said something.

"Oh." Yeah, that did. "How's adjusting to this been, then?"

"I mean, I've had --" Beau's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Almost a year now, holy shit, to get used to it? So I think I'm doing pretty well. I don't have a computer or anything, but I know how to do a bunch of shit on my phone now, and, I mean, I'm a pretty quick learner, so I'm doing okay."

She should . . . probably not be allowed to drive, though.

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