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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?
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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?
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...]
And [...] how to clean up a lot of [...] bubbles?
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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!
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What are they?
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Are they all that fuzzy? [And... kind of precious?]
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[... Oh, wait. After a few seconds' pause:]
After I get this place cleaned??
[Or maybe not...? Oooh it'd be nice to ignore this and go right over and see this kitten for herself. But then she'd be leaving it for other people...]
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[At least, it's what she is now. What she was in the past...]
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I've never seen so many amazing things!
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You make it sound like it's a bad thing to be, though.
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