Wash Cycle

Demi fast-walks in a bit of panic as she carries two armloads of Lady Sheridan’s stockings and "are these pantaloons or something?"The star giggles with relief that she got all the granny-panties and such into the wash in one take. "I’m a natural!"

"Yeah you are, Demi! A star of the big screen and the laundry room!" Sal says with a grin. This is going great! He reaches out to tug on a particularly stubborn pair of jeans stuck in the middle of a mountain of clothes. He yanks it free, but with an ominous rubble, the teetering tower topples over on top of him! "Aargh~!" Sal shouts before he is buried in britches, blouses, and brassieres.

From within the pile, his muffled voice calls out, "A little help?"

Amelie rushes to Sal’s aid. "Allow me."

The maid-bot gives a good tug on the pile and BZZT!

"Whoopsie… well, there goes my other arm."

Their arm indeed came right out of its socket. The pile was too much for Amelie to handle with one arm missing. With both now detached, Amelie is either forced into Bed Rest Mode… or maybe she actually passed out!

Gertrude laughs coldly at Amelie's inert form. "Does this mean she worked herself to death?" she snickers. At a disapproving look from Percy, she rolls her eyes and adds "Oh please. She's not dead dead. Obvi."

She pulls Amelie's arm out of the pile and tosses it to the side before grabbing laundry off the pile burying Sal. She casually loads it into the washer, seemingly in no hurry to free Sal.

The enormous lava elemental lets out a tsk that sounds like cracking rocks as he takes a giant armful of clothes from the mound covering Sal and loads them into the washer.Then he picks up Amelie's detached arm and pops it back into the socket. He grabs a tiny wrench and screwdriver from his shirt pocket to make some adjustments and secure the limb.

Amelie turns to Percy and says, "Why thank you."

The maid-bot patiently waits until their arm is secure before making further attempts to be helpful.

Sal laughs as Percy frees him from the avalanche. "Thanks, lava dude. You’re a pal!"

He then proceeds to put the original clothes he grabbed into the washin machine.

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Percy collects another giant armful of dirty clothes and loads them into a washer. He measures out the detergent, even the industrial size bottle looking tiny in his hands

"Any time, Sal! You should see the laundry I had to deal with at home. Dragon spit from mom, boiler sediment from dad. We went through so many washers! But I did learn a thing or two about how to keep 'em running though," he says, setting the cycle and pressing the start button.

Gertrude leans laconically against the washer, regretting letting herself get roped into this chore. She is trying to think of an excuse to leave early, but then she hears a knocking clank coming from the washer.

"Gah! Whats that?! Is it possessed??" she says as the washer starts jumping and rocking wildly.

Demi says calmly, "I will handle this."

She glares at the washing machine. "Stay still and be quiet," she commands it as she removes her sunglasses.

Of course, her gaze does not turn the washing machine to stone.

She puts her sunglasses back on, and gives Gert a sheepish grin. "An old habit I mean to curb. Well, I gave it the old college try."

She looks at Amelie like, are you not the expert?

Amelie feels her arm is sufficiently intact, so she rises, walks over to the machine and gently pats it. "Easy there, Washington," she says.

The machine appreciates being addressed by name, and replies to the maid-bot,
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