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[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?

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[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!

[He blinks at the wave and her unsteady movements, brow knitting in concern. Is she...mute? From brain damage, perhaps?]

You can't speak?

[... Well. She knew it would come up sooner or later. She glances away, eyebrows up and lips quirked down, and shakes her head. No, she can't. This'll make things a little more difficult, huh...]

Not at all? Were you in some sort of accident, or..? [Yeah, he's thinking aphasia from brain trauma. She does seem to be understanding him well, and there is that issue with her balance as well, so it looks more like that than some damage or deformity of the vocal cords...]

[Mmmmmm sort of. She gives a half smile as she tries to think of how to explain this... Ariel touches her throat, then gestures to her legs, as if to try and say that she exchanged her voice for her legs.

But it's still very hard to actually get that across. Bah.]

[Hmm. She didn't refute the idea that she was in an accident, so he figures she's just pointing out where her symptoms are. At any rate, that's not a condition much can be done about, at least as far as he knows.]

Okay. Well, stay right there. [And he goes rummaging for a mop and bucket. He doesn't really want her walking around if the floor is slippery, but he does offer her the bucket since she wants to help.] Fill this up, would you?

If you mop and rinse everything coated with bubbles with water after you towel them up before it starts to dry, you should be able to avoid film.

Yeah, that's it.

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

[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?

That large building. 4?

[Urk - After that one experiment, Ariel... isn't really inclined to let Shikamaru see her in such an embarrassing situation.]

Not yet, but I can clean this up. It's just picking up bubbles, right?

[And a mop and a bucket of water and towels - but she doesn't quite... know that.]

[Ariel leans up as much as she can to see what he's doing, only to blink in surprise when he hands her the bucket. Fill it with... water, she guesses?

She smiles and nods as she takes the bucket, then mostly uses the counter for support as she moves to the sink, sets the bucket on the bottom, and beings to fill it with water. She watches that for a few seconds, then looks over at Everett, trying to see what else he's going to do, or what she can do.]

Mop and rinse everything with water.

[...]

Even the walls? [Not that there's a lot on the walls, but still. Better safe than sorry in situations like this.]

I would wipe the walls down with a damp cloth rather than rinsing them with water as you would the floor. It will clean them of any lingering residue well enough without causing problems with water in electrical outlets.

Heh... it's a little more than that.

[Don't worry - after that one experiment, he isn't planning on rushing to her. They ended things well, but that would be awkward... And also impossible, as he's on the other side of the forest right now. Someone will show up soon, he knows.]

But it's easy once you have the right tools.

[He grabs the bucket, sets it on the floor and starts mopping up the soap suds. He has to wonder what massive volume of detergent it would take to get them that far down the hall, and can tell that clean-up is probably going to take a while, but he's too much of a good person to let her risk tripping and hurting herself.]

So I take it there aren't any washing machines back in your world?

[She blinks. The poor girl can't speak? She must be speechless from nearly ruining all her clothes.]

It's okay~. If anything is damaged, bring it by Carousel Boutique in house thirty-three. I could even get you measured for something new, if you want!

The right tools?

[... Hmm. Maybe it's like what the other people are saying.] Like a "mop"?

[Ariel shakes her head as she leans on the counter, just watching what he does. So that's what a mop does? You just push it back and forth like that? So it's a bit like a mass of rags attached to a stick...

Now she looks off to the side, to where he came from. Maybe there's another mop in there...]

The electrical outlets are those holes in the walls, right?

Thank you - What's your name?

Yeah.

[And he'll draw a quick picture ~~art not by me~~ in his journal for her, so she knows what to look for.]

Looks like this. There should be one in that room.

Yes, you should try to avoid getting water into them if at all possible.

Adele. And yours?

Oh, um, hello.

[She scoots over to the wall and tries to use it to brace herself and stand. It's not working.]

Hey, like, are you alright? This looks like a real mess in here. It's like the washer exploded or something...

[Oh, gods, that's quite a ways away...though it'd be suicidal if Miyabi went to a place covered in soapy water and suds as far as the eye could see as a puny little runt. She'd surely drown. no doubt about it.]

All right. I'll [...] try to be there as soon as I can. Just gather as many towels and buckets as you can in the meantime!

[She's going to have to hitch a ride. A fast one. Maybe a deer...a stag, most definitely. Hrm, but she'll need to bloom up a lot of clover to convince the bigger ones for a ride that far into the village...ergh.]

... Ariel-chan...

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

How many bubbles is a lot of bubbles?

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