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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The washing machine calms down as Amelie speaks to it, allowing them to remove the clean clothes and put them in the dryer. Sal grins and claps Amelie on their metallic shoulder. "Nice job, Ames. You were definitely maid for this!" His grin widens as he takes pride in his pun. He hopes Amelie finds it inspiring as well!

The night porter then opens the dryer and tosses all of the clean clothes into the nearby hampers. "Nice job, gang! We're halfway there. Whoa-OH! Livin' on a prayer!"

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Percy smiles as Sal sings. "Wonderful, Sal! Singing always makes the work go faster." The lava elemental hums along, swinging his large frame to the beat as they start loading the washer again for another load.

Gertrude looks at the still large and foul pile of dirty laundry. But she makes no move to get back into the chore. Instead she turns to Demi and says "Can you teach me to turn people to stone?"

She leans in toward the actress and whispers "I'm going to be a witch like Yazeba. And anyone that doesn't like it, I'll just *POOF* stone them." She smirks at the very idea.

Sal sings as he works!

"We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot!"

Demi can’t resist Sal’s song cue.

"Oooooooooh—half way there! Oh-oh, living on a curse from the gods!" It doesn’t rhyme when she changes the lyrics, but… "Well… I am."

She gets back to practicing for her maid role.

Sal leaps onto a hill of dirty clothes as he strikes a pose.

"Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear

WHOOA-OH! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!
LIVIN' ON A PRAAAYER!"

Sal belts it out! Eat your heart out, Jon Bon Jovi!He then kicks the pile of clothes into the washer, which closes and begins to bubble and churn!

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With the current load of washing underway, Gertrude grabs the giant bottle of detergent to move it out of the way. But it is heavier than she expected and it slips from her hand, dropping to the ground with a thud. It lands on its side and the cracked lid oozes bright blue goo all over the floor."Well somebody should probably clean that up." She looks around pointedly at the others."Ugh, fine. I'll do it." She grabs a roll of paper towels and starts ripping off sheets, punching them up, and throwing them onto the puddle of blue chemical.

Amelie only needs one arm to vacuum a chemical spill.

"I can help."

SHLOOpAmelie is mortified to discover what is jamming the arm-vacuum, and tries to be nonchalant.