TWO. ask questions

[quiteagooddonor]

[The video switches on and Tommy's chilling out. If you look closely, you can catch sight of a clothes dryer in the background.]

Hello! Tommy D again. ..I was wondering if it might be possible to get a torch for me to have? I'm not certain how it works here. I have tokens and I have pounds, but I haven't seen any mentions of either thus far.

I'm also.. Well, I'm a bit worried about not being sorted. I don't mind waiting. It's just, I hadn't realized this was the sort of thing where you wait for your letter to arrive and it might arrive much earlier or much later. Is that how it is?

[Tommy looks awkwardly off screen after a pause, then back, but his voice is much quieter.]

I believe I may have flooded the wash room. Could someone help me please?

Comments

[worstsongever]

Kinda gathering that. I can come help.

[quiteagooddonor]

It would be appreciated.

I'm sorry.. who are you?

[worstsongever]

Oh, sorry. Olive Penderghast. I'll head over now.

What's the D stand for, by the way?

[quiteagooddonor]

Thank you, Olive. Thanks. It's.. Well, it's a bit better now, but I feel like maybe I could be doing a bit more. They're not particularly clean..

[A beat.] ..I'm sorry?

spam?

[worstsongever]

Did you use soap? [It's a joke. She isn't far by now.]

...Your last name?

Absolutely~

[quiteagooddonor]

..I think so. I mean, I thought I had, until you asked. Now I'm not certain..

Oh. I don't have one. It's just.. Tommy D, or Tommy. The D just sets me apart from the other Tommys, I think. I'm not entirely sure why they did it, to be truthful, but it doesn't stand for anything.

Spam!

[worstsongever]

...Yeah, I'll take a look.

Oh. Well. Okay, that's cool. Hey, I'm on the floor, I'll be there in a sec.

[Aaaand Olive is just peeking her head around the door into the laundry room, to check on the damage.] Heeey.

Spam!

[quiteagooddonor]

[Tommy looks kind of pathetic, standing in the middle of a puddle and large collection of bubbles in jeans wet to the thighs and an over-sized jumper resting awkwardly on his shoulders. He gives Olive an off kilter smile.] "Hello! I'm, uh.. I'm Tommy."

[He sloshed forward to offer a hand in greeting, his clothes spread soaking wet haphazardly across a few washers. One in particular was overflowing with bubbles.]

Spam!

[worstsongever]

Olive. [It definitely came out as a chuckle, though, because this was pretty much the most hilarious thing she'd come across in a while.] Sorry, uh - I think maybe you use too much soap. [But she reached out to take his hand to shake. And then promptly bent down to roll up her jeans.]

So maybe we should start by stopping all the ones you have on.

Spam! (Sorry for slow with him!)

[quiteagooddonor]

[Tommy smiled that she rolled up her jeans and didn't seem completely fed up with him. The guy knew he could be ridiculously embarrassing to a lot of people, but she didn't seem to mind it. He walked over toward one of the two that was still running and played with it for a moment before it actually clicked off. Then he moved over toward the other one, though he cast a glance over his shoulder to look at her.]

"I had.. rather a lot of clothes. And I wasn't certain how many items to put in each machine."

Spam! It's all good!

[worstsongever]

It's a delicate art of stuffing without over stuffing, [she said sagely, and once her jeans were mid calf - dear Go she was glad she'd shaved - Olive left her shoes by the door and headed to the closest formerly in use machine to open it up and take a look.]

...We should probably get a mop. I wonder if the maintenance closet has any Sham-wows.