2024-12-30 - Quandary at the Laundry

Ah yes, the elegant side of park-work that no one talks about: make sure that your uniforms, costumes and every other garment needed to function in daily life is operation and not stinking of sweat and exertion. Sure, there are some smaller venues that take care of that for their workers, but that's just not feasible for a population like Spellbound. Thus, Declan has his two laundry bags hefted onto his shoulders as he makes his way into Swirlies.

Thankfully, there are plenty of machines for the taking and he commandeers a pair side by side. One for his 'daily' wear and one for work attire. There are just a couple of others inside as far as he can tell. One is in the middle of a very animated phone call and the other is laid out on the couch watching "Cops" on the tv setup in the lounge.

Wearing a simple pair of gray sweats and black tanktop, he loads his machines, dumps in the soap, gets the machines rolling and heads off to grab a smoothie. Swirlie's is the best place for multitasking!

Laundry was among the most dreaded of chores, and Diana had seriously considered buying new undergarments over lugging her clothes all the way to Swirlies Sips and Suds. But Amazon Prime hadn't exactly caught up to overnight delivery on the island, so here she was at 3:27 AM with two monster loads of laundry.

It's after a late night shift as The Enchantress, and Diana looks like she came out of war. Her dark curls are thrown in a messy bun on top of her head, and iridescent glitter clings to her cheekbones and false lashes. She's wearing the last of what's clean, a pair of grey sweatpants with the logo of her parents show on the hip, and a white ribbed tank top. Over it is a zipup hoodie she'd acquired at some point recently. She didn't remember who it belonged to.

She blinks and then frowns, seeing Declan. "I had my money on this place being dead. Don't look at me," she shields. "I'm a shadow of myself." She was kidding... mostly.

It was laundry day! Oh, boy... was it. Aisley came into swirlies in a black Rolling Stones t-shirt, a pair of black and grey men's boxer shorts, and flip-flops. A netted laundry bag was being dragged across the ground - it was dirty anyways, what did it matter if he was dragged or not?

You could only get things spilled on you, peed on or covered in paint so many times before you were out of clothing. Things happen. Things needed to be cleaned. There weren't a million hours in a day and sometimes 3:27am was the only time she had to clean her clothes. What was she not expecting? Was there being other people around to witness her in her obvious laundry day outfit.

"Hey, it's the not breakfast laundry club." Aisley drags her bag over to a washer and flips the top.

This truly is the time of day when no one does their laundry unless they absolutely have to. He's certainly one of those. But a smoothie is just what he needs to give him a jolt of energy. He's leaning back against the bar when he spots the familiar form of Diana drag herself in. Lips curl high as he doesn't even try to hide his enjoyment. "This is a far sight from the perfectly made-up magician I'm used to seeing," comes that Irish lilt. "Your shadow still looks better than a lot of folks 'best', Di, so hush."

"Want something to drink while you get your stuff goin'?" And there comes another! Dragging her clothes behind her without a care in the world. That nearly has him laughing for some reason. "Hi there, yeah. Not sure what her story is, but I forgot I have an early morning show right after rehearsal for another. If I didn't get it ready now, I'd freak the fuck out."

He lifts one of those big shoulders in a shrug, "Lesson learned. Maybe. Hopefully." Another bright grin, "I'm Declan, by the way. Smoothies are one me, apparently. Want something?"

Lala's been here, left, and is back again, a couple of dyers swirling away with her clothing, about fifteen minutes out from finishing, which must seem like the right time to order up a boba, because that's what she does. Bundled up in leggings, leg warmers, a t-shirt, sweater, and coat, she's all in shades of dark grey, the spill of her long hair pulled up into a messy knot. She still looks cold, even though they're indoors. Maybe sipping on a chilled taro root boba tea wasn't the best choice for the weather, but it is the best choice for the soul.

She's always in here at the asscrack of dawn, but that comes of working nights. "Morning." For other people. For her it's basically dinner.

"Watch it..." she warns, wagging her finger. But Declan does the smart thing and plays to Di's ego which earns him a smile. She glances over at Aisley, recognizing her from... somewhere.

"What do you recommend?" Diana asks, squinting at the menu across the room while she flips the top on her machine. She hadn't done laundry here yet. "Oh, the tropical smoothie sounds nice," she decides as she shoves unsorted clothes into the industrial sized washer.

"Diana," Di introduces to Aisley. "Were you at the character breakfast?" She vaguely recalls her getting taken down by a gaggle of small children. It was metal.

Lala gets a wave. "Morning"

It's the Irish accent that draws her towards the two talking before they even direct any bit of the conversation in her general direction. Aisley looks over at Declan with interest and then over at Diana and she stares at the woman for a long time, "I know you from somewhere..." not in what she is wearing currently, but she knows her.

Laundry starts to get unloaded with no sorting whatsoever and just tossed into the waiting laundry machine, "Is there vodka in this smoothy?" she wonders with a serious tone. It was still night time... wasn't it? She hadn't gone to sleep yet. That counted. Shaking her head, "Something with pineapple?" offering instead, "Thanks Declan, I'm Aisley."

Ah, yeah, that was it... Looking up from her washing machine she looks back at Diana, "Oh, yeah, that was me. Piled high with children." Realizing where she knew the woman from, "You were the magician? Threw the sparkles?" nearly getting hit in the face by a princess hat still had silver glitter on her face.

Morning wandering into the nearly empty laundromat she upnods Lala, "Hey, Morning."

Lala is hard to miss, even if she is wrapped in various monochromatic shades. Sipping at her drink, Declan gives her a wave, just as she greets them. He pauses and stares for just a beat, almost as if something is familiar, but he can't quite place what they would be. "Hi there!"

Does Declan deserve that finger wag? Almost assuredly. But the smile she gives him makes it worth the risk. Diana's order of a tropical smoothie on a frigidly cold day outside (which begs the question: why the tanktop, idiot?!) has him laughing. "Wishing you were in a cabana or something?"

"I think this is a B.Y.O.V. sorta smoothie place, sorry..." He smirks before ordering the pair a couple of drinks of their requested varieties.

Angelo comes in with 2 cotton laundry bags on his back and the jug o'suds in the other. He's still in sweats and a t-shirt stretched over himself and a navy blue UofM hoodie half unzipped. Someone is not at the gym this morning. Catching the conversation he dimples a grin Diana's way, "Were you on roster for this one? You get the kid that cries so hard over getting their way that they pass out or was it cool?" He greets teh room, "Aaaaaaaallo eveyone."

The first bag is set down the the second before he opens the former up to get out a spiral notebook flipping it open for instructions. "The hell..."

"If I wish it hard enough, it might just happen," Di says, plopping a tide pod into the washer. With the lid shut, she selects her cycle preferences and moves to the card slot thing.

"Yeah, that was me. Sorry about the unicorn. I saw one of your kids nearly ran after it," she recalls. "Are you a nanny?" She guessed. Her brow quirks when Angelo walks in talking about a roster. "For the machine?" She asks, and presses start. "Was there a sign up sheet?" If there was, oops.

With the first load in, Di looks for a second open machine. "We could probably find some vodka fairly easily. Isn't there a liquor store near by?" She didn't actually know. She'd been sticking to the bars.

Lala smiles in response to Diana's wave. She sips a few tapioca pearls through a wide straw and chews them. Breakfast of champions! Standing closer to the dyers, the former Floridian does her best to soak up the ambient heat of the laundry's machines. She has her keys and phone left at one of the folding tables, along with a deep blue laundry basket bag on wheels, awaiting all the freshly folded laundry that has yet to be.

"I missed a magician and sparkles? Now I'm a little bit jealous," she says. "Sounds like you had fun."

"I always wish I was in a cabana," she mutters, when Declan teases Diana. "Hey." She upnods to Dec. Honestly, he probably saw her walk into the gym, think about it, then turn around and walk out. She does that quite a lot. "Hey there," she says in greeting to Angelo. "We're all having cold drinks on a cold morning, because we like to feel alive."

"Hey, it's not your fault." Aisley says to Diana, "It wouldn't be the first time I've been run over for a unicorn." Who says things like thought outside of Nanny's? A somber nod of her head confirms that suspicion, "Yeah, the resort's Nanny. Rotating children on various days sometimes," Like the character breakfast, "I have several families children at once."

The laundry machine was loaded and looking up to see Angelo come with his Jug of Suds and Diana tossing in her tide pod, Aisley realizes her error, "Uh, anyone feeling generous and can spare me some soap? I forgot some."

It had been wishful thinking when she'd asked if the smoothie bar had vodka. It was a smoothie bar, not a Las Vegas daiquiri bar. Diana grabs her attention, "Is there?" Is a liquor store nearby? Still fairly new to the islands she was still learning where things were and what was available to her as an employee.

"A magician with sparkles, a unicorn, a yeti, a dragon, a fairy, and a vampire?" Aisley tries to recall all of the magical characters that had made an appearance.

Declan grins as Angelo arrives, flicking him a pair of fingers in salute as well as a broad grin. " 'sup, Angey? Want a drink? I'm buying, apparently."

He laughs softly toward Diana and nods again. "If there was a place in the world that that could happen, it'd be here, I'm sure." He grabs his mixed-berry with protein scoop smoothie and takes a loooong drink from it, before smacking his lips with a sound of satisfaction. "Tarjay is close, but gonna have to pass on the hard stuff this morning." Yes..morning.

Lala gets another look and smile, maybe it was the gym he saw her in once, but it's that voice. "Oooh shit, you're the DJ! That voice is--" He bites off what he was about to say and clears his throat. "Yeah, cool. A celebrity." They all are, in their own way. "I'm Declan. Need another..." He peers at her drink. "...boba?"

"Woof, yeah, let's find you some vodka," Di says in response to Aisley's job. The request for soap is met with a gifted Tide Pod. "Happens to the best," she assures.

Di smiles when she receives some backup from Lala. "Maybe we can beg management," she says. "Set them up on that undeveloped island. Maybe there's a nice beach..." of course it was... not exactly beach weather but surely someone had weather manipulation powers that would work to their benefit? She chuckles when Declan says this is the only place it could happen. "I wouldn't mind a power where I can conjure up a cabana and cabana boy serving me drinks with tiny umbrellas. That'd be... lovely, honestly."

As for finding liquor? "I think?" Diana says. "Deck, do you know if that one place is still open?" She didn't.

Angelo laughs, "Nooo," he answers Diana with some amusement, "For the character breakfast. Wanted to go to that one but the pirates were on call for the birthday party the day before." There's a squint back to Lala curious. "We got ya. What... what is the vodka for?" A grin to Declan he says "What's your new Year's plan, Decky?" If he's getting angey'd he will follow suit.

As Aisley seems to be the answer he leans, pointing behind he informs, "The good news is everything's fairly nearby." He'll let Diana give the specifics as she was asked. He waves to the new person taking pause from deciphering the bag of laundry and how to tackle it. "Angelo." Looking back to Lala he asks, "we got a wish list going with drinks and cabana staff going?"

Lala pauses as one of her dryers spins to a stop, turning to tug it open and reach inside to see if everything's dry, or if it needs another spin spin. She seems satisfied, though, because she sets her drink aside and then grabs an armful of clothing. Most of it's black or a shade of grey. Monochromatic seems to be her thing. "Oh, yeah, guilty." She shakes her head and says, "No, thanks, though. Another one'll put me in sugar coma zone and I gotta fold this and scoot." She pulls a pocket watch out of her back pocket, checks the time, and says, "Expecting a delivery this morning. It's taro root, by the way, best boba you'll ever have." Bold claim!

"I'd take a sauna in a pinch," she says with a laugh. "Though the island thing has promise." She tucks her watch away and gets to folding. She's fast and efficient at it, slowly stacking clothing into her wheeled hamper bag. Only after Angelo introduces himself does it occur to her she hasn't introduced herself. "Oh, Lala. Is me. I forget how to human sometimes. Comes from living the vampiric hours." She hmms.

"Pirates on call you say? Sounds promising. Oh, as far as a cabana goes, as long as it's surf, sand, and boat drinks? All good. If you can blend it with fruit, it's good."

"You know, I think I like you Magician Lady," not only had she been on her side about finding her some Vodka but then she was tossing Aisley a Tide pod and saving her laundry life. Everything fit in one machine, mostly, there might have been some shoving, but it would all get clean! Tossing the pod into the machine and pressing the buttons to make the thing go swish!.

The empty laundry bag is set on top of the machine that has not started its washing process claiming it as hers, mostly so that she would remember which machine she'd put her items in and not have to go opening lids to figure it out later.

Stepping over to a folding station counter, Aisley pushes herself up and sits a top it, allowing her legs to dangle. "Aisley," she offers to Angelo and Lala when its time for those introductions. Looking back at Declan and then to Lala her, "DJ?"

"You could always take a trip in your dream to the beach."

"I'll see if I can't locate someone with the power of 'wish fulfillment, just so you can get your cabana boy, Di." Declan laughs and moves to deliver the two smoothies to Diana and Aisley both. "Here you go!"

Angelo gets a grin at that Uno Reverse Card of a nickname. "Actually yeah, headed out of town for the day, meeting up with some friends of an old show. Supposed to be back on the 2nd, we'll see how it goes."

He listens to Lala with a smile and nods, "Taro root, right. So fancy." He winks and turns to Aisley, "Yeah, we've got a radio station that plays here and Lala is the 'late night' DJ. I don't get to listen to her much, but she fuckin' rocks."

Lala nods to Aisley, "Yeah, late night show. Chill vibes, talk about the park, mysteries. Sometimes it gets a little spooky, but most people are probably asleep when I'm on the air." Which explains her looking wide awake right now, just going about the day doing laundry. Er. Night. Whatever. "I like peasant foods, what can I say. Give me a potato, pasta, whatever in a dumplings. I'm happy." She laughs when Declan talks her up. "Oh, thanks, man. I appreciate that. No pressure on me to be awesome tomorrow or anything..."

Her phone chimes on the table and she pauses in folding to pick it up. She looks at the screen, hms, and says, "Excuse me, y'all. Gotta take this." She makes her way toward the door, shimmying down in her coat before she hip checks it to step out, regretting the move as soon as some fingers of cold air slide down her neck. "Fff—" Is the last thing they hear from her before she picks up and has the phone to her ear outside.

"Ah," Diana says, just as she locates a free machine for round two. "Yes, new on the roster. I probably was called in because the pirates were busy," she notes. "My character is new, an Enchantress," she explains. "Maybe we'll get to work together in a show sometime."

She smiles over at Aisley. "Sharing is caring. Plus, some of that glitter is probably my fault. It's Diana, by the way," she chuckles, realizing she'd skipped that bit.

"A sauna would be great," Di echoes. "If someone has the right abilities to make it more comfortable, think of the beach parties we could have. Raves? With magic?!" Honestly, was she a genius or something?

"You're a real one, Ducky," Di says, accepting the smoothie from him and giving it a sip. "Who are you meeting up with?" Di asks curiously.

Angelo is sorting through the clothes trying to make piles and consulting the notebook that has lists of things. There's a sigh and a murmur that he should have asked for it all to be sorted before hand. Looking up he smiles, "Good to meet you. I do not get to leave the Cove enough to see everyone right now."

Looking back to Declan sorting through what seem to be button down shirts all in a pile he lifts both eyebrows, "Oh badass! We just got back from taking Enzo skiing for his birthday. Couple hills half hour off the docks if you ever need a recc." He glances to Aisley and Diana including them in that.

To Lala heading out with her phone he snorts, "Like awesome is an effort." The good news goes to Diana though, "The gym has a sauna on it. I think the spa does too. I actually haven't been to it yet. Thought about it twice and took a nap instead. I chose poorly."

Taking note of Diana's name when it's offered to her and keeping it in the memory bank so that she doesn't call her the Magician Lady again. Taking the smoothie from Declan, "Thanks," Lifting the smoothie up to him in salute before taking a drink of it.

"That's pretty cool," a real life DJ in their midst- or was... Before she takes a call and darts off to take it. "I'll have to listen in sometime."

"Glitter is, unfortunately, part of the job description," Aisley tells Diana, "If it wasn't you, it would have been arts and crafts day or a kid's need for body glitter when in the park." Taking another drink of her smoothie, "Damn, this is good." Even without Vodka.

"The indoor pool has a sauna too, doesn't it? Could be a pool party with pool servers?" If a weather changing magic welder is not a known person among the group.

"Actually a group of mostly my old countryfolk. One of the shows I did in Dublin? Their company is doing a little thing in Chicago and Detroit, so catching them out there for the day. You'll hate them though, Di. They're all charming and good company...not your jam." He smirks a bit and leans back against a machine that she's close to.

"Oh yeah? Haven't tried skiing out here yet..." He seems to be considering that then. Skiing in Michigan? Who knew! "Gonna have to give that a go soon then." Lala is given a departing glance and grin, coupled with an upnod.

"What about...nap time in the sauna? Is that safe? If so, that sounds like the real winner there. We could make Diana our Designated Aliver: she has to make sure she stays awake and the rest of us don't die from heat stroke." Sounds like a perfect plan, really.

"My sympathies," Di says regarding the inevitability of glitter in Aisley's life.

"There is a world where my character could visit the cove," Diana muses as she leans against her washer. She opens her mouth and goes "Uhhhhh," which comes out shakey and silly from the jostling. The sleepy ha has have arrived.

"So, Riverdance people?" Di asks, her voice modulated still. She pushes off from the machine so she can sip her smoothie without choking. Di shrugs. "I think it's pretty safe... probably.... I mean you'd have to be in there for a really long time for it to turn dangerous." Di points at Aisley. "That's an idea if the beach doesn't work."

With some support for Aisley Angelo offers commiseration, "Being part of the faerie group I'm usually covered in it. My sibs have just given up on owning anything that enters the apartment to remain non-sparkly." It just is now.

"I dunno, Dec. I've done it but I'd never crank it over 104 either. Up here they get toasty and then run out and throw themselves in the snow and run back in. Sounds insane to me but I'm from California. If it's under 73 degrees I generally disapprove of it."

There's a sigh and whatever he sorted into the first pile goes into the first washer, in goes the pod, and he checks the chart in the notebook for settings. "You're all my witnesses here. He gets what he gets. This counts as trying if my brother asks."

"My Dad is from Dublin," Aisley tells Declan, "His family is still out there." That accent had drawn her attention when he'd first heard it but she wasn't going to inquire unless it came up naturally... and here it was. "How long has it been since you've been back?" Choosing not to comment on the charming and good company of the Irishmen, but she does smirk.

"...I've never been skiing." the confession.

Cove, pirates, faerie group, the words she'd heard in conversation before she it was linking together in her brain. Give her a break it was way late... or was it super early? "Pirates! The cove! That's where I've seen you!" Aisley says to Angelo, "Sorry, didn't recognize you out of uniform and makeup." At least he and Diana knew the pain of the glitter.

Declan groans with a shake of his head, but lips are still curled into a wisp of a smirk. "No, Di..not the Riverdance people. Hard to believe, I know, but there's a couple different shows that we have out there." He gives her a gentle elbow before looking back to Angelo.

"Oh damn...back and forth from snow to sauna?" Declan blinks for a moment and chews on the inside of his lip. "Shit, I wanna try that actually.." He points at Angelo again. "So witnessed!"

Aisley's comment has his eyes getting a bit bigger, "Oh, aye?" His smile grows. "Didn't spend much time in Dublin, grew up north of there. It's..been a while. Several years. Makin' me want to plan a trip back though."

Di offers Angelo a sympathetic look. Glitter was an inevitability here for many, it seemed. At least it was pretty.

She quirks her brow. "I've never understood people who willingly do things like that. I know that there are health theories around crytherapy and polar plunges, but... I don't know. I think I'll take my chances and stay comfortable."

She cranes her neck to get a glance at Angelo's notebook, then looks at the machine. "I think it's right," she says. "You're a better person than I am to do someone else's laundry at 4 AM."

There is an amused smile on Di's lips as Declan elbows her. "You'd be so cute up there dancing, though," she grins, then turns her attention to Ais. "Have you ever been? Dublin is a pretty cool city. I visited once a few years ago, so not exactly an expert."

Angelo looks to Declan revivified slapping the washer door shut, "As do I. Might try that after the gym if, ya know, there's actually snow on the ground. It seems to not want to stick right now. This is not how it was sold to me on tv." To Diana he offers, "I think it's the act of heat for 20 minutes, ice for a few, heat, ice. Hot pack, cold pack, but with rocks and snow. Smack into a mat a couple dozen times it keeps sounding more appealing."

He admits to Diana, "I get up usually in a half hour anyways. It's a Hanukkah present for my brother since this is his busy season with the swan show coming up. i figure if he's got to deal with like a dozen Canadian geese this is a pretty good present. He, uh, left very detailed instructions." His lips press into a line not mad about it, but still deciphering it all.

Aisley gets a smile, "The lack of wing and swooshy coat to kinda make us look very different. Yeah I play Cap'n Cashew. You ever need help or somethin let us know. Working with the kids is fun. Takes so little to make them happy."

The idea of going from warm to freezing and back again has Aisley looking disturbed by the idea and she looks from one person to the next and back again at those that want to do it. Keeping out of that conversation, because nope. No way.

Jumping back into the conversation when Declan questions her back, nodding her head, "Yeah, My dad is from a smaller town just outside Dublin. Dublin is closer enough so he always says he's from Dublin 'cause it's easier." To Diana she says, "We usually go twice a year, in late spring early summer, and then Christmas time." moving the smoothie around in her hand to redistribute the contents, "I didn't go this year because I just started here and didn't want to ask for time off immediately after starting. My parents are out there right now until after the 1st of the year."

"Is it a present if someone gives you detailed instructions?" Aisley is curious to know, "Because if it is, I'm changing some of the terms of my services to 'gifts' considering the detailed instructions I get from parents." And she will most definitely take Angelo up on that, "Actually..." pointing her straw at him, "January, we have a kid coming to celebrate a fairy birthday party, I might need your help or at the very least pick your brain. I have some ideas but talking to a real Fae?" Widening her hands, "I could learn a lot more."

Declan scoffs playfully and shakes his head, "I look cute all the time, what are you on about?" He takes another sip of his protein berry smoothie and looks as innocent as he possibly can.

"Hell, that's a good idea. Let's try it next time then. Thirty second snow angels after every mile on the treadmill?" He smirks at Angelo and seems to think it's a good idea at least. Whether or not it is? Well...

"Good times to go, for sure. Glad you've got to experience some of your lineage. Maybe I'll tuck myself in your luggage next time, try to get a free ticket. I'll pay for the overweight baggage fee, don't worry." He winks at Aisley again.

The first washer goes off and Di sets her smoothie aside to tend to it. She carefully separates anything that won't survive the industrial dryer and sets them aside. She'll hang them when she's back in her apartment. She does listen as Aisley talks, but lets Declan and Angelo take the lead while she's busy.

Angelo is flashed a sorry smile for the detailed instructions. "Don't fuck it up, I guess," she teases. As far as she could tell, he'd done well.

Angelo lobs pile 2 in less concerned as there's a lot of t-shirt and gym clothes in that one. Yeet! "Oooh no way? yeah I'll let Hannah know too. She might be down to help. Couple that do the botanical garden shows too. Give us a heads up and we can put something together for them I'm sure of it." He reaches out, "Here I'll give you my number before Declan gets me turned into a pixiepop."

Looking back to Diana he asks sounding pretty impressed but not forgetting, "You make a wholeass unicorn appear in the castle? I need to stay up late and come catch your show."

"You should go back," Aisley tells Declan, "And if it's around the time I go next year I'll bring a trunk so that way you'll have a little bit more room." Grinning in his direction before hopping off the counter she was sitting on as the buzzer on her washer started to go off.

Popping the top of the washer just before Angelo leans over and offers his number, "Perfect, thank you!" A botanical garden? "I wonder if we could pull off a fairy garden tea party experience?" she asks looking for an answer but it could also just be rhetorical too.

A pile of wet laundry is pulled out and transferred to the dryer, then she goes back to the washer grabs another glob of wet laundry, and goes back to the dryer... this goes on for two more trips before the large load of wet clothes is completely shifted to the new machine.

"It probably had an extra leg or something," Diana admits. "But yeah," she laughs. "It was the birthday girl's heart's desire. What was I to do?" That was the whole bit with The Enchantress. "She gave me a temporary tattoo and everything... the adult shows are cooler."

By the time she has one load in the dryer, her second load is going off, and she has to pick through to find things too delicate for the dryers all over again. This would have been easier if she just separated her laundry from the beginning. Di continues chatting and sipping smoothies until sunrise or they get into other nonsense. Whatever comes first.

Declan snorts at Diana's oh-so-sweet words to Angelo. "Such a gift you have, with that tongue." He grins and shakes his head bit before turning to Angelo. "Look, I'd never consciously get you frozen, mate."

Aisley grants him more travel space with the promise of a trunk, "Oh aren't you just the sweetest!" Declan laughs as his machines go off and he finishes his smoothie. He loads up the dryer and grins between the trio. "Gonna pop out for breakfast real quick, wanna go?" That's an open invitation, of course, and, whether or not any join him, it's time for Declan to fuel up for the day!

Angelo says "Well I appreciate that. I bounce back alright but I don't like being frozen. I'm allergic and break out in bitching, man." The grin holds as Diana talks about the Sleipnir-esque possibilities of the illusion offering, "Yeah but they loved it though. Extra parts means more unicorn."

He finishes punching in the contact info for Aisley and says "There you go, and I dunno maybe they do? It's attached to the castle so we know they have dining access and I will endure a lot of tiny voices if there's food in it." he's a team player like that.

Setting the last load in and checking the timer he hmmmms and says "Yeah ya know, since I'm watching this this morning I could eat." As opposed to hitting the gym for training. He turns and says "Let's go irritate the breakfast crew with a cheery disposition and home they have the Canadian ham. IF you have not tried it it's kinda crazy good."

It took a little longer to dry everything when it was all mixed together, it was a good thing that these were industrial machines and not home dryers because they took on that lump of wet laundry and dried it quickly. Part of why she'd just all shoved it in one dryer. Trial and error told her that she could.

Food? Did someone say food? "I'll go," Stuffing the clean clothes back into the laundry bag she'd brought with her. Then she looks down at her clothing choice, her laundry day outfit, the men's boxer shorts, rolling stones shirt, and flip-flop ensemble. Did she care that much that she needed to change? Shrugging, nope, she didn't care. At least her hair was brushed.