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Three Seashells - Action/Written

[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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[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?

Too much to pick up?

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

[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?

[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.]

Towels and buckets. All right!

[Luckily, Ariel has been here long enough to know what those are. There are a few kitchen towels, but otherwise, she ends up having to go back to her room and grabbing all of her bathroom towels, too. And even that doesn't seem to be enough.

... But what does she do with the bucket? It's just sitting there...]

[Thankfully, Miyabi found a sturdy ride most of the way from the cherry tree hill to where Ariel was, but ugh the ride was rough on her poor behind. Though graceful and pretty to watch, riding a deer when it's bounding isn't exactly a spa treatment. Miyabi grumbles, rubbing her sore bottom, and makes her way into the building and--

BUBBLES. BUBBLES EVERYWHERE.]

Aiee! [ffff.] Oh...this is worse than I thought. Uhm, hello?! Miss?

[Once she hears that screech, Ariel makes her way to the doorway with panic, because oh gosh did someone fall because of her? Oooh that would be bad. By the time Miyabi calls out for her, Ariel manages to poke her head around the doorway, and... oh, good, she didn't fall.

She manages a sheepish smile and a little wave. Uh. Hi.]

[Miyabi blinks and looks at the soapy mess with wide eyes, before she spies the young lady and (very cautiously) heads over towards her. Goodness, what could she have done to possibly make such a big mess?! Agh, this would certainly require some Divine Intervention of the Waterspout variety, but...uh--Miyabi doesn't...know that one.

Welp, this is as good an opportunity as any to practice, I guess.]

Are you the one I spoke to in the journal? Wh-What happened? No one's hurt, are they?

[That's a couple of questions that require a yes and no answer. So, instead, she just lets the situation speak for itself - she points to the washing machine, which she's turned off at this point... but there's still some suds slowly seeping out of it. That's what happened, at least.]

[Miyabi follows that finger and spots the machine, and promptly begins to laugh. Oh, she can recall her own adventures with technology very clearly (cooking chocolate is...not easy, she's learned). She waves her hand, mutters an apology, and shakes her head. Ah, she knows. She knows exactly how this went.]

You filled it too much, didn't you? [Another giggle.] This is why I prefer to wash everything by hand! Ah, but let me help you clean it up! I've never done this before so it, uhm...m-might not work...but it's worth a try!

...You might want to step back. [She's reaching for her sword.]

[... Sword, what -

Ariel's intrigued by the weapon, but she does as she's told and steps back, bringing her hands together as she does so. How is she going to clean with a sword? Is she going to cut the bubbles in half?

...

A smile slowly comes up on her face in anticipation. Oooh, that sounds really neat!!]

[Not cut, but (hopefully) guide the water and suds into those buckets Ariel gathered earlier. Miyabi paints a lines from the soapy water to one of those buckets, but...nothing happens. The ink just fades away, and the water and bubbles remain where they were. O-Once again, then! Miyabi repeats the action, but again nothing.]

Come on...

[Third time's the charm, right? Unfortunately, no. The water does move, but not into the bucket. It splashes the poor painter dead on, drenching her in water and soapy suds. vnjkfcs--!]

[... At first, Ariel isn't sure what she's doing. She moves her sword, but nothing's happening. At first, her smile starts to fade a little and become more awkward, but then -

The water splashes right in Miyabi's face. Whoa, what - What just happened here? Ariel's hands cover her mouth, first in surprise, then to hide the smile coming up. This one's much more humored, if a bit curious.

Still, she does move forward to brush her fingers across some suds on Miyabi's cheek, trying to get it off of her. Is she okay...?]

[Eh, that...that wasn't what she wanted to happen, but it was progress, in a way. Miyabi shakes the water and soap off her arms and squints her eyes at the touch to her cheek, mumbling an awkward thanks. She's never been good with water. Maybe if she actually practiced Waterspout more at the ocean or rivers, this wouldn't have occurred. Ah well, it can't be helped.]

L-Let me try again...I don't think this'll work, but I want to try one more time. [And she gets into position again, repeating the action before. Again, not much happens, other than a few ripples in the water and movement of the bubbles.] Bah, it's no good. We're going to have to do it the hard way. I'm sorry.

[Ariel gives a shrug and a helpless smile, as if to say that it can't be helped. But even though there's a huge mess, she still stares at the sword once she lowers her arms to her sides again. How did she do that? Spray the water in her face, anyway... She leans in slightly, points at the sword, and tilts her head with curiosity.]

[...This girl can't speak, can she? Miyabi tilts her head and pauses as she was about to put her sword back in its holster at her hip. What's she trying to say? Uhm...h-her sword? Miyabi holds Sumomo out, still sheathed, and in both her hands.]

You like my sword? Her name is Sumomo. [Note the little calligraphy brush on the handle of the hilt.] I use her to fight and paint.

[To paint? Ariel's never heard of a sword that one can use to paint with, too... She studies the sword, then moves her hand twice, once to indicate sword fighting, and the other to mimic how one would paint with a brush. She's pretty sure she's got the motions right, anyway. She tilts her head after that - why would you use a weapon as a... paint brush, too? She thought paint brushes would be a little... smaller.]

[O-Oh gods, pantomime. Miyabi's good with understanding animals, even the silent dim-looking ones like Ammy, but she still has a hard time understanding. Fight...paint...? Confusion? Uh...oh! Oh! Okay, she thinks she's got it.]

You want to know how she works? Well, Sumomo is special. By using the powers of the Celestial brush Skills, I literally paint to fight and exorcise evil from a place or thing. The brush skills are meant to manipulate the fabric of creation itself - they're used by the gods of my homeland.

Here, I'll show you. This one is harmless. [Miyabi draws her sword back and twirls it so the brush tip is facing towards the ground. She places the tip of the brush on the ground and spins around in a graceful circle. From the ink a soft, green glow lights up, and flowers burst to life from the ink itself.] This one is called Bloom, the power to create plants, or revive sick or dead ones.

[Ariel jumps slightly when the flowers burst up, because whoa, that was sudden, and flowers coming through the floor! Her surprise fades to intrigue, though, and she slowly kneels down to get a closer look at them. Her fingers touch the petals - yes, they're really real, and then she looks back to smile at Miyabi. She thinks she gets it - thinking about gods and whatnot is a little weird, her not knowing what those are... but she can use her brush to fight and create things like this. That's about all she needs to know.

And this is amazing! She almost wants Miyabi to do it again, really.]

[Giggling, Miyabi picks up a flower before they all vanish (Bloom doesn't last long on surfaces other than earth) and hands it to the young woman. A little white flower to perhaps tuck behind her ear or something.]

That's just one of the skills I actually know and have mastered pretty well. The one I wanted to use here was Waterspout, so I could move all this soap and water into the buckets...but I'm not good enough yet. We'll have to do it by hand.

[MANUAL LABOR, BOOOO.]

[Ariel takes the flower and, sure enough, she touches the petals for a moment before she tucks it behind her ear. After that, she folds her hands in her lap to listen, though she doesn't seem to be disappointed by the news. In fact, she seems to grow excited, and she makes a motion with her hands as if to get her attention, then points to the mop that's leaning against the counter. They're going to clean with that thing, right?]

[What's she trying to--oh. Oh! Yes, that'll work perfectly. Miyabi goes over to it after putting her sword back in its holster at her hip, and picks it up to begin mopping. It'll probably take them a long time to mop up the entire mess of water and soapy bubbles, but with two people, it shouldn't be as long. However...]

Is there another mop around? We can work together to get done faster! [The faster they finish, the less casualties there may be, after all.] I can go look if you want to clean up meanwhile. Just put the dirty water into the bucket, like this.

[And, after mopping up some water and soap, Miyabi dump the mop over the bucket and wrings it out.]

[Ariel leans in to watch what Miyabi's doing, and it's only when she understands what the other girl is doing that she answers her question. She blinks and looks up as if she was just asked the question, then nods and gives a light smile as she points to the closet. There were about three in there, she just wasn't sure how to work more than one at the same time. Even one seems a bit daunting.

She's a little wobbly, but Ariel manages to stand up again, and she reaches out to take the mop. Okay, now it's her turn. While Miyabi goes to get another mop, Ariel moves her own back and forth, though her movements are slightly stiff. She's never done cleaning like this before... Even so, there's still a big smile on her face, and she looks at Miyabi excitedly. Look! Look!! She's cleaning!]

[Oh, gods. This girl's never done a lip of cleaning in her life, has she? Sigh... Well, at least she seems to be enjoying herself while doing it. It's not very quick of efficient, but hey, they just got started and it'll probably take a long time to clean up the entire mess. She can get better in that span of time, certainly. ...Hopefully. At the very least, Miyabi can pick up the pace for both of them if she senses a bit of...dallying.

So, once she's armed herself with a mop, the little poncle goes over the assists Ariel, mopping up the mess. Needless to say, her movements are far more fluid and experienced. It looks less like work when Miyabi does it, really. In fact, it feels more like she's painting, or swaying about than mopping. The act was a lot like holding a large brush when she was little - so the grace and accuracy came naturally. Call it a mental/body habit.

The floors are still getting clean, at least?]

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