written;

[rightings]

[For all she tried to learn before beginning her nursing training, some domestic chores still fell outside her realm of knowledge. Especially ones with modern conveniences that Luceti provided that she found rather complicated--a machine that washes your clothes for you? She likes to think herself quite open to such landmark innovations, but that doesn't mean she won't get slightly frustrated trying to operate one.

So she will simply have to learn, though this is not something she can learn on her own. That is why she opens her journal to write a quick note to the populace of Luceti at large, addressed to anyone who would be so kind as to assist her.]

Would someone be willing to show me the ways of the washer? I'm afraid I'm not having much luck with it, and I'd rather get things figured out properly before we come to blows. I'd be most appreciative of any kind of help you can lend.

Player Name: Bayley
Are you new?: Nope.
Character Name: Sybil Crawley
Character Fandom: Downton Abbey

Comments

[markofthebrave]

No electricity in your world either?

[selphie_t]

Oh! I could help you out with that.

[rightings]

We've only had it in the house for a few years, actually. It's still relatively new. But we hadn't anything like this. I'm sure it's rather fascinating when it works.

[rightings]

Would you? That'd be wonderful. Could you meet me in Community House Five's laundry room?

[englishwinter]

First telephones and now washers - I suppose I ought to be appalled as Granny would be, but I won't deny that the future seems terribly convenient.

[selphie_t]

I'm on my way!

[rightings]

It certainly does. I only wish the convenience came with a bit more coherency. But we'll adapt, won't we?

You're right, though. Granny would have a fit.

[rightings]

Excellent! Thank you. I'll be waiting.

[And so Sybil will wait, curiously fiddling with the washer but hesitant to push any buttons. She'd rather not ruin her clothes, if she can help it.]

[markofthebrave]

It's a lot more convenient than washing clothes by hand, that's for sure. Are you in one of the apartments?

[selphie_t]

Oh right! Which floor are you on?

[The village is pretty big so Selphie's reply might be a bit breathless. She's running toward your location, Sybil.]

[rightings]

[She doesn't exactly have a frame of reference of that, but she'll take your word for it.]

Yes; for the moment, in any case. I've taken up in building number five.

[rightings]

The second. [Just out of habit of where she'd have a room, really.]

[selphie_t]

Right! I'll be there soon.

[rightings]

I look forward to seeing you. May I ask you name?

[selphie_t]

Selphie! It's nice to meet your acquaintance!

[rightings]

Likewise. My name is Sybil Crawley. Have you resided in Luceti long?

[selphie_t]

Well Sybil...

[huff, puff, pant, pant, pant. OKAY RUNNING IS ENDING NOW.]

It'll be two years for me in April.

[englishwinter]

When in Rome, as they say.

It took long enough for her to admit that telephones might not be torture devices, so goodness only knows what she'd think of all of these machines. [ sardonically: ] Just think of all the servants we won't be needing to hire - one would almost think we're Americans.

[rightings]

[It's still a little odd to be addressed informally by so many, but honestly, she likes it.]

Two years! That's quite a long time. Do you feel as if you have been here so long?

[rightings]

I don't think it'd really be all that bad to be mistaken for one. Mama might even advocate it if she knew. But I doubt we're in much danger of it. I think our upbringing is showing.

[xandman]

It's your lucky day. I've spent more of my adult life than I care to admit in close proximity to a washer. A dryer too.

[rightings]

My lucky day, is it? I don't suppose you'll come prove that then, will you?

[xandman]

I'd like to. But tradition dictates I get a glass of lemonade out of it. Or milk and cookies, but that's only if you're pushing sixty.

[rightings]

Well, I'm sure some sort of reward can be meted out, but you'll have to prove yourself first. Show me how to best this machine, and I'll see what I can do.

[xandman]

You've got it. I'll just go grab my boxing gloves and we'll go a few rounds. See if I can't change the Tide of battle. [He winces.] Ouch. And I already feel bad for that one.

[rightings]

[Yeah, your pun is totally lost on her, Xander. Still, you are a funny sort of person. She likes you.] Community house five, second floor. I look forward to seeing the two of you square off.

[xandman]

I'll be right there. Ready to awe and impress. [A long pause as a dawning realization takes hold:] The moment I find my shoes. Once I have those, I'm all yours.

[selphie_t]

Sometimes I do and other times I don't.

[rightings]

For a man with no shoes, you possess quite the faith in your laundering skills.

[rightings]

That's quite a lot of time to fill. What have you done to keep yourself busy?

[xandman]

Consider that lesson number one. Shoes and washers having nothing to do with each other.

[rightings]

But you must wash your shoes. [They ought to look just as presentable as the rest of your clothing, after all.] Are they not suited for the washer, then?

[xandman]

Only if you're fond of hearing a thousand klunks in quick succession.

[But look, his shoes! He puts them on.] Hold tight, I'll be there in a few.

[rightings]

Pardon me a moment, but I have forgotten to ask for you name. [She's just not used to introducing herself to men, okay.] My name is Sybil Crawley.

[xandman]

Right, my bad. Xander Harris. At your service.

[rightings]

A pleasure, Mr. Harris. I'm eagerly awaiting your show of force with the washer.

[xandman]

Just don't hold me responsible if you start swooning over it. I've been known to have that effect.

[rightings]

[You are very bold, young sir.] We'll just have to wait and see about that, now, won't we?