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[speedweed]

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[standless]

Hmmmm. [It's normal clothing. Sort of musty, all dry....Jonathan narrows his eyes however, and looks around the main area of the room they're in. The laundry room- not that he recognizes it as such- is largely clear aside from the machines, a large sink, and a number of tools and supplies stored at the side.

A box catches his eye, and in a smooth motion he's got it in his hand and flipped it over to read.

Jonathan frowns at the box, and then at the machine, before slowly pointing at it.] Can you...check for a small compartment at the top of one of those?

[If this is real he's going to lose his Mind, woah,]

[speedweed]

[What the hell, Jonathan? He's blinking slowly as he watches him go throughout this whole... process. He's not entirely sure what's going on, other than he's reading something that looks like a box and he'll just wait.

Until he's asking him to check something and he's just going to see what's up on these.

...

Oh, oh it's a lid. And it's opening.]

Huh. [And he's peering inside of it, like the idiot he is.]

What on Earth is this?

[standless]

[The box is deposited in front of both Speedwagon and the compartment.]

Speedwagon.

[He sounds........................excited.]

They've invented washing machines.

[He's never actually had to deal with that, but suffice to say he's already felt a little ashamed to be relying 100% on Speedwagon for things like cooking. Maybe this will mean he can properly help out with housework immediately, rather than following about like a hindrance.

As it is the box's soap instructions made it pretty clear.]

[speedweed]

[What is this box? He's going to take it immediately and start reading it over before that little bomb shell is dropped on him and he's pausing.]

Washing machines? [That... that is not what he expected. He'd assumed there'd be laundresses around here somewhere that they'd have to take clothing to. Or figure it out themselves, which he understood the basics of, at the very least.

But this box. These instructions. This machine...

He's setting it down again and leaning over the edge of the machine to look further into it and every single little knob and mechanical bit he can.]

How absolutely fascinating! [Of course he would.]

[standless]

If the soap instructions were any sign...they seem to have differing 'settings' for certain fabrics and colours...

[Thank god he skimmed that from the box first though because wow he's never getting that back.]

Do you suppose the machine beside it is for drying?

[It's just fantastic enough that it Must Be Real.]

[speedweed]

[He'll get it back, come on! He's more interested in examining the machines now properly, anyway, than that damned box.]

That would be the case, this dial on here indicates much the same. And... I would assume so? [Give him a moment to examine the dryer as well.]

Ah, yes! Another similar bunch of settings on it, so I would think that assumption correct!

[He's way too excited about this.]

[standless]

This should make things far easier at least...I had no idea where to even begin on the matter of laundering, [he admits with a small laugh, looking about the rest of the room.] With any luck, we should hopefully be able to find some sort of manual for these things in here- some set of instructions we can rely on while we adjust.

[speedweed]

That's another reason I'm here, I suppose. [He's already become accustomed to the fact Jonathan doesn't know... a whole lot of anything of this type, given the differences between classes and the like. He doesn't begrudge him in the slightest, but he has realized what things do and do not mean to each of them.]

If not a manual, then I'm sure someone around here would be kind enough to explain how it all works? We certainly can't be the first who aren't familiar with these machines, after all.

[standless]

It would at least feel more appropriate for me to pull my own weight for some things though... [He admits. Not understanding has been expected but............also tiring. This, though!]

That's true- after all, how could anyone hope to understand their function otherwise. [Well then!] And I'm certain we can sort that out before the time comes to handle it as well.

[speedweed]

[Honestly, that's fair. Now that this is completely new territory for the both of them. He can't tell him no, after all, he'd love to have less to do.]

I certainly wouldn't mind the help... We figure this thing out and you can do that while I take care of the kitchen?

[standless]

That sounds like a plan. [Perfect! ...Ah.]

I suppose we'd best sort out everything else first, shouldn't we...given the state of that room, we have one bedroom with two beds, and that couch in the living area...

[He trails off- partly because, if sharing a bedroom as if it were a dorm isn't a bad option, that's better than assuming one of them needs to take the couch.

Of course, if that comes up, he Is going to try insisting on taking it himself. Speedwagon deserves to have the better 'bed'.]

[speedweed]

I'm glad we agree. [One less thing on his plate, grand.

Though at the mention of the room situation he can't help a frown, right, that.]

I insist you take that bed, it's easier if I have the couch, anyway.

[standless]

[Bugger,]

I would say the same thing Speedwagon- it's no trouble at all for me to take the couch instead after all. [He...doesn't see how it would be easier for that matter. not yet anyway]

[speedweed]

[Oh boy, this conversation. He's actually laughing a bit, huh.]

I'm the one who is going to be cooking and I'd rather not have to risk waking you with all my noise in the mornings.

[standless]

[Ah

ah.......................ah,] Ah.

[Shoot!] Right- that does make sense, yes....

[he....he can't argue it.] Should we take the bedding from the spare bed for that then?

[resignation..............]