Three Seashells - Action/Written

[upthere]

[Ariel's closet is getting ridiculously full. With every piece of clothing that got dirty, she got a new one rather than washing it, because the washing machine was a mystery that she couldn't figure out and didn't really want to figure out. But forty dresses and other such things in her closet? This is a little too much.

So, Ariel's in the back of the kitchen where the washer and dryer are, and she's got a frown and a squint on her face as she leans to try to figure this out. The clothes go in... here, right? Right. That's the only place they can go. And then... This detergent stuff goes in with them. How much goes in...?

Surely, the more that goes in, the cleaner it'll be, right?

...

Well.

Twenty minutes later, the entire first floor and even the bottom of the stairs of Community Housing 4 is absolutely covered with soap suds. Ariel's by the entrance of the kitchen, on her knees and trying desperately to get the bubbles back into the kitchen. It's... mostly a futile effort, so she holds her hair with both hands, unaware that she just got bubbles in it, and then she slides across the suds to get to her journal on the counter.

The image shows her looking off to the side awkwardly, before she smiles widely and writes. She's... trying to be innocent, like she did nothing wrong, but... ahaha...]

Does How Could someone tell me how the clothing cleaner works? Is that what it's called?

And [...] how to clean up a lot of [...] bubbles?

Comments

[Written]

[inkdrops]

[Oh, dear, this does not sound very good at all. See, this is why Miyabi prefers to just hand-wash all her clothes, and hang them out to dry when she could. Nothing gets ruined that way, either, even if it takes longer sometimes. After a moment of looking at the written message, and the poor girl's face, she scrawls her own little message, pulling on her boots just in case.]

How much is a lot?

[Written]

[upthere]

Too much to pick up?

[Uhhhhhh she doesn't want to say more than that. This is embarrassing aaah.]

[Written]

[inkdrops]

[Pfft, that sounds like a lot, then. Miyabi's already on her way out the door of her tiny house, calling for the Mallet with a sharp whistle.]

Then I think you need some help picking it up. [She draws a smily face.] I can help you if you want! Would you mind telling me where you are, miss?

[Voice]

[endgames]

...you mean the washing machine?

[Uh oh, yeah. He can get an idea of what happened here.]

[Written]

[upthere]

Is that what it's called?

[She writes that word below it, in smaller print. Just to repeat it to herself and get an idea of what it's called.]

[Voice]

[endgames]

Yeah, that's it.

[Seeeems like she has a mess on her hands.] Has anyone come to help you out yet, Ariel?

[Action]

[ribbonbon]

[Pilouette is just heading walking down the stairs, about to go out for a walk. However, when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she's greeted by an ocean of soap suds. While she doesn't really know anyone on the first floor, she's pretty sure this isn't a normal occurrence.]

Wh-What in the world...?!

[Action]

[upthere]

[OH FFFFF-

Ariel darts her gaze from side to side, then tries to stand herself up and maneuver her way to hide herself. Whoever that is, they'll likely be upset by this, and that is not a good thing when Ariel's trying to fix this problem.

A problem that keeps showing itself since the soap suds are still gushing out of the machine.]

[Action]

[ribbonbon]

[She tries to find the source of the suds, walking into the kitchen towards the washer, still kind of half-amazed, half-freaked by all the bubbles.]

Golly, what a mess! I wonder if the washer down here is busted...? I hope not or they'll probably want to use the one on the second floo-OH!

[It would seem that in the midst of griping, Pilouette has made an important discovery: saddle shoes do not offer good traction, especially when one is standing on soap bubbles. With a squeal, she slips and lands flat on her butt.]

[action]

[herd_effect]

[This resident of the first floor will be stepping out of his apartment to grab a snack from the kitchen, only to find himself stepping into that enormous pile of suds. Whoops. He wonders briefly whether something exploded, then spots Ariel over there on her hands and knees and quickly makes his way to her side.]

Are you all right? What happened?

[action]

[upthere]

[Aaah someone saw her. Aaaaah it's someone on the floor aaah

Ariel looks up at him with wide eyes, then quickly puts her hands on her knees and looks away, biting her lip and blushing with embarrassment. Does she have to say - ... point it out? It's embarrassing enough!]

[written]

[fleurdesel]

You put clothing of similar colors into the washing receptacle and add a small amount of detergent. Most models require no more than a quarter of a cup. Then you adjust the temperature settings with the nob, close the top, and set it to wash.

Towels. And a mop, for the bubbles. Preferably before they all pop and dry, otherwise it will leave a film on every available surface.

[written]

[upthere]

A quarter cu

A small amount, about a quarter of the cup. I'll do that next time!

What do you mean by "film"? [Because oh gosh there is so many there's bound to be this "film" thing.]

[action] Somehow, I think I'd pay to have a huge clusterfuck thread of CH4 people.

[analyzing]

[Tra la la, so Rise's on her way back to her apartment, see? And her apartment's on the third floor— not that that's ever given her a problem. Three floors? Eh, she can handle it.

Except that when she pulls open the door to CH4 today, soap suds will casually just ruin her nice clean boots like...so.]

H-hey! What..?

[action] *YES.*

[upthere]

[EEK oh god. Not another person!

Ariel will just. Hide behind this counter here and peek her head out a little. She is totally innocent of this, she totally didn't embarrass herself with all of this, totally.]

[Video]

[seakingbait]

[Blink. Oh dear.]

...B-be careful! Too much soap can ruin your clothes!

[Because clearly this is the issue here.]

[Video]

[upthere]

[Blink. Uh oh.

Ariel looks down at her clothes, which are currently covered in bubbles. Aaaaaah ha... She bites her lip, plays with her hair a little with both hands, and smiles as much as she can. It's kind of already too late for that...]

[Written]

[all7seas]

Why on earth do you want to clean up bubbles? Bubbles are fun. And clean.

[Written]

[upthere]

[Normally, Ariel would agree, and she did have fun with blowing them out of her hands and popping a few of them! For the first thirty seconds. Then it kept spewing out and then everything was awful.

So, she presses her lips together, shakes her head, and writes back.]

But this is too much! And the cleaner won't stop spitting them out!

[Voice]

[concasse]

... Ariel-chan...

[Sanji senses a disturbance within the force. And your washer, young lady]

How many bubbles is a lot of bubbles?

[Video]

[upthere]

[... Aaah, Sanji.

Ariel gives a sheepish smile and switches from written to video, and she just. Turns the journal around to show him the kitchen.

And the hallway.

... Yup. It's a lot.]

[Written]

[needabourbon]

Clothing cleaner? [She must have meant washing machine. This girl sounds in distress and it probably wouldn't be a good thing if soap was just left all over the floor.]

Do you need help cleaning? I'm in CH5. I can be there shortly. If you want.

[Written]

[upthere]

If you want to help?

[Because there is a lot and she's sure not many people would want to help if they saw it.]

[Action]

[broji]

--a few more adjustments and it should... Hmm?

[Ginji's heading out of his apartment and tucking a wrench back into his tool belt when he encounters...bubbles! Slick floor! Not what he expected!! Fortunately, the freezing rain taught him a thing or two, and he manages to catch himself before he falls flat on his back.]

[But a sudsy floor is never a good thing, and it could cause some real trouble (and possible injuries) if it isn't cleaned up. So did the washing machine break down? Ginji checks the hallway and then makes his way into the kitchen where, as expected, the appliance is oozing foam.]

Oh, uh... [Wow, what a mess!] Do you need some help?

[Action]

[upthere]

[Ariel looks at him with wide eyes, then glances off to the side while running a soapy hand through her hair and biting her lip. Oooh, he noticed... Though she does look at him with a sheepish smile, and nods slightly. M-Maybe... yes, she could use some help.]